Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

In an instant, the dark red light was drawn into the air by the swirling waves, and the unrestrained flow of magic power then erupted with terrifying shockwaves.

You dodged it!

With the crisis temporarily averted, Finn, pale-faced, leaned on his gun, panting heavily, secretly relieved. Even his mind was extremely exhausted, and he was somewhat dazed.

However, just as a calm sea often harbors turbulent waves, so too does crisis lurk within seemingly safe environments.

The braids that had somehow come undone behind Ziyuan suddenly tightened, and several transparent threads connected to the hair snapped together like hooked steel wires.

Ethereum Wire - Synchronous Cutting!

The Egyptian god of the underworld, who controls life and death, seemed to open his withered eyes in the darkness.

By the time Finn regained his senses and refocused his gaze, the etheric lines slicing through the air were already in his sight, leaving him no time to react.

Oops!

"Thorn..."

At the critical moment, two thrown red and yellow magic swords pierced the air with brilliant arcs of light, severing all the etheric lines that were closing in on Finn.

boom!

Meanwhile, Diarmuid, who had just hastily drawn two magic spears of different lengths from his back, was cleaved away by Ganesh's axe and crashed into the stone wall like a meatball, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Cough cough..."

"puff!"

Two simultaneous noises echoed in the hall. Finn, coughing, and Diarmuid, vomiting blood, exchanged a glance, looking at each other's miserable state, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Finn, slumped on the ground, shook his somewhat dizzy head and looked up at Ganesh and Violet approaching, feeling rather defeated.

"Things are getting a bit bad right now. It reminds me of that time at the Yamanashi Forest Palace."

"So, we can still fight our way out like we did last time."

Diarmuid pulled himself out of the stone wall, came before his lord, and answered solemnly.

Somewhat dazed, Finn paused for a moment, then looked up at Diarmuid beside him, burst into laughter, and nodded earnestly.

"That's right, because you're here, Fiona's strongest knight!"

The incident at the Yamanashi Forest Palace was arguably the biggest crisis of Finn's life.

In those days, King Lohland led his army to attack Ireland, but was defeated by the Knights of Fiona, and the king himself died in battle.

After the defeated army fled, Finn found Midak, one of the surviving sons of King Lohland, on the battlefield. This child was...

He was still young, so Finn took pity on him and took him home to raise him, and then let him join the Fiona.

Because his subordinates objected to letting the child stay, Midak later left Fiona's location on Mount Allen and settled in the pear groves north of Shannon.

Soon after, the boy invited Finn and the Fiona members to his home, intending to kill them to avenge his father's death in the war and present their heads to the three kings of the Flood Island.

Unaware of the trap, Fiona and his companions took their seats and discovered they were under a spell, unable to rise from their seats. Only then did they realize they had fallen into a snare.

Unexpectedly, the magical message, which even they themselves had given up hope of, was received by Diarmuid. The chief knight immediately gathered the remaining Fiona knights, led the troops into Mount Ellen to entangle the enemy, and then went alone into the Palace of the Mountain Pear Forest, killed Midark, cut off the heads of the three kings, sprinkled their blood on the ground, and broke the magic that imprisoned Finn and his party.

"Do you still have the strength?"

A familiar murmur echoed in his ears, and a hand, still stained with blood, was offered to Finn.

Snapped!

With a crisp echo, another hand solemnly covered it and clasped it tightly. The commander, who had been slumped on the ground, laughed and stood up.

"Excellent! Even ten more barrels of mead wouldn't be enough to knock me out!"

With that, Finn took the wine pouch from his waist, gulped down a mouthful for himself, and then tossed it to Diarmuid.

Dirumdo took the wine flask and drank the remaining fine wine in one gulp.

As the wine entered the stomach, the surging heat spread to the limbs and bones, and the cracks in the bones, the damaged muscles, and the bruises in the body were repaired one by one.

This is……

Diarmuid was slightly taken aback and looked at the wine flask in his hand with some surprise.

"A few little tricks to protect oneself."

Finn smiled, re-tied the wine sac to his waist, and looked down at his fair, flawless hands.

[These many lives held in his hands] are a blessing to him.

Simply put, the legend that the water scooped up by these hands could have amazing healing abilities has itself become a treasure.

Whether it's spring water or tap water, if you scoop it up with both hands, it will instantly become water with restorative effects.

If humans use it, their wounds will heal, and the same applies to Heroic Spirits. The poison will also disappear.

Finn usually stores the water he scoops up in a water bag or mixes it with his favorite mead, just in case.

But it was precisely this special talent that led to another tragedy.

When Diarmuid, cursed by fate, was critically wounded by the Boar and approached him for help, the man was consumed by jealousy because Diarmuid had eloped with his fiancée. He poured the water he had brought him in front of Diarmuid three times, cruelly watching the loyal knight who had saved him time and time again die in agony.

I'll pay you back what I owe you now...

A faint murmur echoed in his ears. Diarmuid stared blankly at his lord beside him, who was moving his lips, as if he had heard something, yet also as if he had heard nothing at all.

However, before Diarmuid could think further, a raised hand landed on the knight's shoulder, and Fiona's Grand Master revealed a bright smile.

"Then, Knight Diarmuid, are you willing to charge with me?"

"It is an honor, Your Majesty!"

Diarmuid nodded solemnly, holding two magic spears, one red and one yellow, in his palms. The strips of cloth sealing his magic collapsed one by one, and his aura rose steadily.

Shion and Ganesh felt the pressure increase significantly and immediately readjusted their breathing to engage in battle.

At the same time, the emperor and his minister exchanged a glance and immediately went up side by side to advance together.

In their next encounter, the intensity of their opponent's counterattack surprised both Ganesh and Violet.

With centuries of experience in sparring and cooperation, Finn and Diarmuid have an extraordinary tacit understanding and coordination in their teamwork. One side is responsible for rapid attacks, while the other is responsible for overall coordination and filling gaps. Their near-perfect cooperation has resulted in an effect greater than the sum of its parts.

For a time, Ganesh and Violet, unable to keep up with the new pace, could not gain any advantage and could only remain in a stalemate with the two rulers and ministers opposite them.

Seeing the situation reach a stalemate again and everything seem to be spiraling out of control, Danic gritted his teeth, frowned, and secretly raised his hand.

"Fervor, meisanguis (Boiling, my blood)."

"Automatoportumdefensio (automatic defense), AutonlatoporIunlquaerere (automatic target acquisition), Dilectusincursio (automatic attack)!"

However, along with the crisp chanting, sharp air-cutting sounds came one after another. Danic felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively raised the gem scepter in his hand, setting up a defensive spell.

Bang bang bang!

Instantly, the mercury-silver blades struck the magic barrier in front of Danic one after another, extinguishing large areas of light patterns. The ruby ​​at the tip of Danic's wand gradually cracked, eventually reaching the critical point and shattering with a crack.

puff!puff!

A cold, silvery light flashed, and the Thousand World Tree Clan Chief, who was unable to dodge in time, was immediately covered in blood, with two wisps of blood mist bursting from his left shoulder and ribs.

"Audiences need to be well-mannered. Interfering with such a wonderful performance is forbidden, uncle."

Reines placed her right index finger in front of her lips, gesturing for silence.

Emerging from the shadows.

Danic looked disheveled, his face grim, his fists clenched, and a sinister glint in his eyes.

Faced with that malicious gaze, Reines smiled nonchalantly, tilted her head and pondered for a moment before replying with a smile.

"Of course, if you're really bored, we can have a magician's duel."

Immediately, the girl turned to the disheveled Danic, lifted the hem of her skirt, and gracefully performed a ladylike curtsy.

“Reines El-Melloi Archizorti, successor to Lord El-Melloi II, please enlighten me.”

Lord, the purest lineage of magicians within the Clock Tower, the oldest heritage!

Danic chewed on all of the above, his face grim, an unspeakable humiliation and resentment welling up inside him.

A hundred years ago, it was because of this damned bloodline that his sworn brother, who was laughing and patting each other on the shoulder and singing praises of friendship, and the woman who was supposed to be his partner and shyly confessed her love to him, all left him.

No matter how outstanding he is, he will always be overshadowed by even more dazzling geniuses!

No matter how hard he tried, no one recognized his success!

A monarch? Excellent!

With new grudges and old hatreds accumulating, Danic's anger and resentment gradually surged. He immediately tilted his head back and swallowed the potion that would heal his injuries and amplify his magic power. He then stretched out his right hand and rapidly chanted an incantation, starting with his family's alchemy.

"Perfect Red King, I command you to appear in the light and be burned with flames!"

Instantly, an alchemical magic circle with an outer ring and an inner equilateral triangle appeared beneath Danic's feet. The air was filled with the smell of sulfur, and a raging flame, like the breath of a dragon, rose up and attacked Reines.

Based on the "binary duality law," alchemists created many opposing symbols.

Examples include: red and white, sun and moon, gold and silver, sulfur and tribute, day and night, light and darkness, lion and eagle, wind and fire and earth and water, dry and wet, up and down, etc.

Naturally, in alchemy, the White Queen corresponds to the Red King, representing the two extremes.

Coincidentally, the most fitting symbol for the White Queen is mercury.

Reines slightly extended her arms, making a gesture of invitation to ballroom dancing towards the people below, and murmured gracefully amidst the flames.

"Then, my White Queen Trimmau, I'm counting on you."

Instantly, the Moon Spirit Essence liquid created from mercury beneath Reines' feet coalesced into a mercury maid the size of an adult.

"As you command, young lady."

Immediately, the mercury maid Trimmau, who was given the title of "White Queen," split into refined mercury spheres. Some of them turned into cocoons to wrap around Reines, while others, like cruise missiles, transformed into arrows, throwing knives, javelins, and other shapes, piercing through the flames and chasing after Danic on the field.

Faced with the relentless onslaught, the once confident and arrogant Danic's expression changed repeatedly during the confrontation, his movements gradually became strained and distorted, and he eventually became overwhelmed.

"puff!"

Soon after, a crescent-shaped mercury blade broke through Danic's defenses, piercing the man's abdomen and announcing the outcome of this magician's duel.

"I heard you're a Grand rank?"

Laine, whose clothes were spotless, stepped out of the mercury membrane and came to Daniel. She stroked her smooth chin and looked down at the disheveled loser who was clutching his stomach and leaning against a stone pillar, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"What, is the Clock Tower's rating so lenient?"

"puff!"

Upon hearing this, Danic's face flushed red and then turned pale. He couldn't help but vomit blood, his eyes filled with grief and indignation.

Due to the resurgence of the divine age, supernatural events have become frequent in various regions, leading to a sharp decline in the number of skilled magicians worldwide. As a result, the surviving magicians have almost all risen to a higher level.

At the time, Danic, who was in the "Color Rank," naturally didn't miss this opportunity and used his silver tongue to get promoted. In terms of strength, he wasn't at the Grand Rank level, but due to his contributions to the association, he received a Grand Rank in honor, which was slightly different from his original Grand Rank.

However, in the eyes of most orthodox magicians, Danic's Grand rank, which was mixed with water (sea), was something that would never be recognized, and therefore he was ridiculed by his colleagues in the Clock Tower who flattered and belittled him.

While children may speak without thinking, these are often their most honest thoughts. Reines's question at this moment was undoubtedly full of sarcasm, delivering a fatal blow to Danic's strong sense of pride.

"Well, let's finish this as soon as possible to avoid any complications."

Reines waved her hand dismissively, then snapped her fingers. The mercury spheres floating behind her transformed into sharp blades, slashing at her defeated and aggrieved subordinate.

Failure is failure; the barking of a defeated dog is nothing to listen to.

"Lancer!"

At that moment, Danic, who was at his wit's end, immediately raised his arm, which was marked with black runes, and roared through gritted teeth.

In an instant, a gale arose, and surging black and crimson clashed and intertwined with a mournful scarlet. The compressed air formed layers of ripples that spread out in a variety of colors, shattering the flying mercury blades. From afar, the air reflected dazzling colors.

Reines peered through the dappled light pollution at the gaunt figure that had suddenly appeared in front of Danic, her pupils contracting slightly.

Emergency call?

"KazikliBey, the King of Extreme Punishment!"

At the same time, a pale yet powerful hand emerged from the crimson light, and with a cold, somber murmur, suddenly clenched its fist.

Danger!

A sense of foreboding washed over her instantly, and Reines immediately ordered the Moon Spirit Essence to envelop her entire body, instinctively turning and leaping forward.

As Reines dodged and weaved, sharp iron stakes, like thorns sprouting wildly from vines, pierced through the stone slabs, chasing after her petite figure.

Trying to escape? Stay here!