Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

No, this won't do.

If we go down there, no one will be able to leave!

Seeing the giant, dark green serpent violently crash through the enemy lines, crushing artificial lifeforms and golems along its path, and piercing through the fragile defenses from the side, cutting off everyone's escape route, Koles' mind raced. He suddenly raised his right hand and roared.

"Beserker!"

"Boom!"

In an instant, a bolt of cyan lightning struck down, and a monster with its neck skin peeled off, its body riddled with wounds and exposed electrical wires swung its giant hammer and slammed it hard into the lower abdomen of the dark green giant snake, causing the monster blocking its path to stagger.

Koles looked at the roaring, raised-headed giant snake and the mangled figure beneath its body, and felt a pang of pity.

Clearly, her previous battle with the enemy Archer had exhausted her and left her on the verge of collapse.

But in the end, Corles looked back, gritted his teeth, painfully raised his right hand, forced himself to harden his heart, used up all his command spells, and gave a stern order in a cold tone.

"Berserker, command it with a Command Spell, stop it! At all costs!"

"Uh...uh...ahhh!"

Frankenstein, driven into a frenzy, could no longer discern the emotions conveyed in those words. He simply obeyed the command instinctively, slamming his warhammer into the ground. The top of the hammer cracked open, revealing a beating artificial heart.

"Bridal Chest," the chastity of a maiden, is a warhammer wrapped in tree branches that emit electric currents; it is normally used as a striking weapon.

But in reality, the sphere at the front is her heart, so she carries it with her at all times, even outside of battle.

Furthermore, its structure utilizes fins at the tail and sides of the head for power. Because it can efficiently recover and store its own and the surrounding magical energy leaking out, in situations like battle where a large amount of residual magical energy is continuously generated, it will work in conjunction with electrostatics, seemingly functioning as a "perpetual motion machine of the second kind."

At the same time, this weapon, this heart, is also the key to unlocking the Noble Phantasm.

"The execution by dismemberment... Thunder Tree!"

The stumbling words exploded amidst the flashing sparks of electricity, and the chaotic arcs of light, originating from this, spread in all directions, forming a giant tree with branches leaning outwards. The green lightning was drawn down and struck the giant serpent that raised its head and hissed.

"boom!"

A loud explosion rang out, and a rolling shockwave swept in all directions, causing the entire courtyard to shake violently, with pieces constantly falling off.

In the dazzling light, the figures of a person and a snake gradually blurred and disappeared.

"Come on!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Koles urged the members of the Thousand World Tree to quickly pass through the flank, forcing himself to turn his head away and not look at the inevitable ending. He quickly followed the magician troops of the Thousand World Tree and the frantic figures behind him, going in opposite directions.

It's just a puppet, just a summoned familiar, no different from those "consumable" androids in the underground magic workshop. I promised my sister I would take everyone back.

I promised...

The silent murmurs eventually hardened the softness in Koles's heart.

"Wow..."

However, before the members of the Thousand World Tree could emerge from the dust and mist, as the earth and rocks churned and rolled down, a ferocious snake head rose again, glaring angrily and sinisterly at the group of tiny ants on the field.

A bone-chilling cold permeated everyone's bodies, seemingly freezing their very souls.

it's useless……

Before the half-collapsed pillar, Semiramis, who had arrived, swirled the scarlet wine cup in her hand, a playful smile curving her lips as she looked with satisfaction at her masterpiece before her.

Barshium, the venomous serpent, is one of the eleven magical beasts.

Having shaken off Avisbro's interference, she finally had a free hand and, using [Sky Garden] as a base, summoned her trump card:

Bashum in his complete form!

That's right, it's a Bashum in its complete form, free to move around without being restricted by the magic circle!

As the Assyrian queen pondered, she turned around and glared at her "fair and just" superior behind her, her gaze mocking.

Although this boss never took action, his very existence was an unreasonable bug.

Because of his existence, his [Sky Garden] has been upgraded to a temple. Not only were the vampires who broke in easily roasted to a crisp by the leader of the Heretic Knights, but even Semiramis's summoning magic, based on this, has also been elevated to a new level, successfully summoning the complete magical beast Bashium.

This super-sized monster, even without using its poison power, is strong enough to defeat most low- to mid-level heroic spirits simply by its physical strength.

Let alone withstanding Berserker's self-destruction, even if two more bombings of the same scale were launched, it would be unlikely to break through Bashom's scales.

This is a true mythical monster! What immense power! What ingenious craftsmanship!

In the shadows, Avisbro looked up at the terrifying, sky-covering body, his whole body trembling with excitement as he murmured to himself.

But immediately after the initial excitement came extreme emptiness and frustration.

So, is it true that human creation can never compare to the art of God?

Avisbro let his hands fall slumped down, his fighting spirit completely gone. The golems that were kept running by his magic also crashed, and a dense horde of dragon tooth soldiers surged in.

Similar scenarios abound.

In mid-air, Karna, clad in golden armor and wielding the God-Slaying Spear, forced Siegfried to retreat repeatedly, blood spilling from his mouth.

The corridor, Achilles with his astonishing learning ability, experienced

After the previous beating, he used his more mature and ruthless Pankrasin techniques to beat Chiron until his body was covered in bruises and he gradually lost the ability to fight back.

In the hall, Gina, Violet, and Reines, amplified by the Temple, launched a brutal attack on Fiona's two knights. Finn and Diarmuid, who were alone and deep in enemy territory, struggled to hold on and gradually showed signs of defeat.

As the members of the Thousand World Tree looked around at the densely packed Dragon Fang Soldiers, the ferocious and terrifying Bashum before them, and Atalanta and Mordred who had freed their hands to surround them, their eyes were gradually filled with despair.

The scales of war were tipping slowly toward their predetermined end.

Just then, Samael, who was alone in the pavilion reviewing the game with chess pieces in his hand, was greeted by an uninvited guest.

"It's really not easy to find this place."

The ancient serpent put down the King chess piece in its hand, looked up at the blonde girl standing in front of it, and spoke with a playful tone.

"So, you're here to go all in?"

"No, the Holy Grail has been damaged and will take seven days to reassemble and reappear in the ley lines."

Joan of Arc, standing at the bottom of the steps, straightened up and spoke solemnly.

"I'm here to request a truce..."

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Joan of Arc's Defeat and Humiliation (4.4k)

"truce?"

Samael paused slightly, then recovered, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. He turned around and sneered, his face suddenly turning cold.

"Why should I? As long as I keep you all here and wait for the Holy Grail to be reconstructed, I will be the ultimate winner."

"But you want more than just to win..."

Joan of Arc shook her head slightly, her expression as calm as ever. Then she looked up and met Samael's gaze from the pavilion, subtly revealing the devil's true intentions.

"You want me to submit and prove me wrong."

"So, you just lost like that, and you're not convinced?"

Samael remained noncommittal, stroking the "King" in his palm, and looked with amusement at the saintess who had stepped into the demon's palace.

“This time it was Danic’s own doing, trying to win by cheating, but outside the rules, no one can beat you, that’s not fair.”

Joan of Arc lodged a righteous and stern protest, showing no intention of taking responsibility for the defeat.

The saintly woman seeking "fairness" at the foot of the Samael steps chuckled to herself.

"Fairness? You actually want fairness from me?"

"I just want a fair bet, is that so wrong?"

"Zhen Gongping" spoke with conviction, showing neither stage fright nor shame, and gazed intently at the Demon King before him.

"Fine! Since you want fairness, then I'll give you fairness!"

This unexpected resistance and reason seemed to pique Samael's interest. He curled his lips, tossed the "King" in his hand to the saintess below the steps, and spoke jokingly.

"Come on, play a game of chess with me. If you can beat me, I'll let them go and give you seven more days."

"I reject!"

However, upon receiving the chess piece, Zhen Gongping rejected Samael's conditions without hesitation and retorted without any politeness.

"I've basically never played chess, there's no way I could win a game against you, this is unfair..."

"Ten innings!"

Samael interrupted Joan of Arc's protest before she could finish speaking.

"As long as you can beat me at least one game within ten rounds, you win, and my promise still stands."

"it is good!"

Joan of Arc did not hesitate for long, gripped the chess piece tightly, and nodded decisively in agreement.

Ten games are enough to familiarize yourself with the rules and figure out your opponent's moves.

Besides, based on her understanding of this guy, this should be his bottom line right now; most things can be done once, but not a third time.

This might be the last chance to take them away.

"Don't rush to agree. My concession is not without conditions."

Samael raised the corners of his lips in a playful reminder. The black snake's vertical pupils looked down at him, radiating a mocking malice, as if it were sizing up a delicious canary that had stumbled into its den.

"As a price, for every game you lose, you have to leave behind one item."

"puff!"

The Assyrian empress, who was leaning against a pillar and elegantly sipping a glass of red wine, spat out a mouthful of wine upon hearing this. She then coughed violently, pounding her heavy chest, completely losing her composure. She turned and looked at her superior with a strange gaze.

What kind of game is this? A 2.0 version of Japanese strip mahjong?

"no problem!"

However, before Semiramis could even regain her footing, the unwavering reply from below the steps caused the Assyrian empress to stumble and nearly fall.

Are all saintesses this open-minded?

The Assyrian queen gazed intently at Joan of Arc, who wore a black school uniform, had a ponytail, and exuded a taciturn, cool, and aloof aura, as well as her superior on the stage who was playing with chess pieces, seemingly unsurprised by the answer, and even making an inviting gesture. Her eyes flickered, and then suddenly burst forth with a look of understanding.

No! These two are definitely having an affair! And it happened while the gods were asleep!

I was wondering why He suddenly became interested in the Holy Grail; now I understand.

Semiramis, who had vaguely grasped the truth, had a sharp look in her eyes and immediately relaxed her control over Bashium, turning more attention to secretly spying.

After all, gossip is a woman's nature, and they always maintain a strong sense of curiosity.

However, before Semiramis could even get a glimpse of what was happening, several self-operating magical barriers repelled the Assyrian Empress's extended consciousness and senses, completely severing the connection between the inside and outside of the pavilion.

Following this was an order to suspend the attack.

Tsk, it's just a glance, how stingy.

The Assyrian queen rolled her eyes in annoyance and then reluctantly carried out the orders from above, but her restless heart was filled with countless speculations.

Meanwhile, inside the pavilion.

Joan of Arc, having taken her seat to accept the challenge, and after roughly understanding the rules, unceremoniously took the white card and went first.

Although the saintess, sitting upright, appeared calm and composed, her slightly furrowed brows and the occasional glances she made towards the outside world subtly revealed a sense of urgency and hidden worry.

The battle has continued until now, and the Thousand World Tree side has fallen into a complete disadvantage. If they want to take them back, they must win this gamble as soon as possible.

Seeing Joan of Arc clearly in a bad mood, Samael smiled without saying a word and did not remind her of his pre-match arrangements.

As a cunning devil, he has no obligation to soothe his opponent's emotions.

After all, an opponent whose mind is in disarray is much easier to deal with than one who is fully focused.

Sure enough, in just ten minutes, Joan of Arc, who was not paying attention, was defeated by Samael's fierce attack and even had her head shaved in humiliation, and her entire army was wiped out on the chessboard.

Next, of course, is the defeat cutscene that Samael prefers.

At this moment, the saintess sitting in her seat gently bit her cherry lips, hesitated for a moment, then slowly took off her wristwatch and threw it to the person opposite her.

With just two simple movements, Joan of Arc seemed to have used up all her strength. Her pearly white teeth were worn so hard that they left a shallow bloodstain on her rosy lips. Her beautiful face was so red with embarrassment that it was almost bleeding, and her cheeks were burning.

No matter how calm and composed she appeared on the surface, no matter how invincible she had been on the battlefield, no matter how decisive she had been in the baptism of blood and fire, at this moment Joan of Arc, or rather Laetitia, was just a 16-year-old French high school girl.

The basic sense of morality and shame instilled in her by religious beliefs and modern education could never be hidden.

"If you want to continue reminiscing about your little trinkets, I don't mind waiting a bit longer, but I don't know how long those guys outside can hold out."