Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The four monsters leading the group are none other than Elizabeth's four confidantes who committed crimes with her in the story: Yuna the wet nurse, Uivari the butler, Dorothy the witch, and Dalvira.

In an instant, hundreds and thousands of pumpkin knights, ghosts, and zombies swarmed behind the four confidants and attacked again. The pervasive aura of death made the surrounding air even colder and more viscous.

The butler, Uywari, raised his rusty butcher knife and swung it at the rampaging Mordred.

The wet nurse Yuna drew her short dagger and, with an agility beyond her years, rushed forward, chuckling as she stabbed at Siegfried.

The witch Dorothy extended her withered fingers from her black robe, and sharp bone spikes rose from the ground, forming a snapping fan that pressed down on Karna.

Another witch, Dalvira, raised her black scythe and swung it across Chiron's neck...

With the blessing of the inherent barrier, these four loyal monsters are indeed different from ordinary undead, and the magical reactions on their bodies can even be compared with those of low-level heroic spirits.

In reality, the four accused were Janos Juuiri, also known as Fitzco, a doorman; Ilora Joan Nagy, the children's wet nurse, an old widow; Dorota Centes, Ilora's elderly friend; and Katharina Benica, an elderly washerwoman.

They are not truly extraordinary beings, but rather stigmatized and false monsters.

Not only that, but they also unfortunately chose some of the top-tier Heroic Spirits from both the World Tree and the Clock Tower factions.

The result was, unsurprisingly, as expected.

Mordred slashed and kicked the butler, Uywari, roughly as he was thrown down the stairs.

With superb skill, Siegfried dodged the thrusting dagger, then raised his hand and severed Yuna's withered arms, decapitating her.

Karna was engulfed in a blazing golden divine flame, which burned the bone prison and the witch Dorothy, who was not far away, to ashes.

Meanwhile, the other witch, Dalvira, was blown to smithereens by two arrows fired by Chiron...

This is different from the rehearsal!

Seeing her servants killed in a single move, the Dragon Girl, hiding on the top floor, stared at the unstoppable heroic spirits, her mouth agape in disbelief. It took her a while to come to her senses, and she swallowed hard in fear.

It's a disaster! Elizabeth's performance was a complete failure!

The dragon girl in the dark room realized something was wrong and hurriedly pushed open the wooden door of the studio, preparing to run away and looking for a new hiding place.

However, as soon as Long Niang peeked out from the crack in the door, she saw two menacing teams closing in from both sides of the stairs, completely blocking her escape route.

With nowhere to go, the idol girl clutched her head, squatted on the ground, and let out a mournful wail.

Alas, these barbarians have come knocking! Elizabeth is about to become a roasted dragon steak!

But just as the two sides were about to step onto the top floor together and complete this extermination, the heroic spirits of the World Tree in the Clock Tower stopped one after another, looked at each other in unison, and their eyes met with the same answer.

The Holy Grail has arrived!

"mine!"

The outspoken and wild Mordred, unable to contain herself, was the first to break the silence and rush into the studio.

"TrapofArgalia!"

However, the moment Mordred stepped out with her right foot, accompanied by a sharp shout, a lance gleaming with golden light appeared in front of her knee. Upon contact, it materialized her right leg, causing Mordred to lose her balance and fall backward.

"You guy!"

The Knight of the Round Table, who had tumbled down the stairs, sprang to his feet, glaring angrily at Astolfo opposite him, like a raging little lion, brandishing his magic sword and charging toward the disruptive Charlemagne warrior.

As swords and spears clashed, sparks flew. Astolfo, who was somewhat lacking in strength, felt his entire arm go numb and tremble from the violent jolt in his hand, and the lance almost slipped from his grasp.

Enraged, Mordred charged forward, brandishing his demon sword and hacking and slashing as if it were a mace, behaving exactly like a berserker.

Are you sure you're Saber and not Berserker?

Astolfo, who was retreating repeatedly, was soon cornered and complained bitterly.

But before the Charlemagne warrior could catch his breath, the demonic sword, gleaming with a scarlet light, swept across, tearing open the castle's stone walls several feet deep like butter, sending stone chips flying everywhere.

Seeing the situation was dire, Astolfo rolled on the spot and jumped off the building using the force of the explosion. At the same time, he adjusted his posture in mid-air and summoned his beloved eagle to catch him, thus avoiding a direct confrontation with Mordred.

However, the vengeful child, without saying a word, jumped from the sixth floor and chased after Astolfo relentlessly.

"Asshole, don't even think about running away!"

"I don't have the Holy Grail, so don't come after me!"

Seeing this, Astolfo quickly tightened the reins, using the castle's obstacles to leap and dodge the sword flashes behind him, while turning back to complain and protest in frustration.

Wherever the two went, chaos ensued.

However, even though the pair of clowns were far away from the sixth floor, the atmosphere at the scene inevitably descended into chaos under the fuse of the Holy Grail.

"Brahma, curse me!"

"The evil dragon must be destroyed!"

Karna and Siegfried

A surge of magic erupted, chanting incantations as they rushed toward each other.

"DiatrekhonAsterLonkhe (Spear Tip that Soars Across the Sky)!"

Achilles, as usual, threw his spear of dueling, pulling Master Ma into the arena to continue their unfinished master-disciple relationship.

"Don't think about it!"

Atalanta drew her bow and fired several arrows in quick succession, shattering the golems that were blocking her view and forcing back Avisbro, who was trying to approach the top floor.

In the midst of the fierce battle, the surging and colliding magic exploded one after another. Under the violent destruction, the entire Gothic castle was drafty everywhere, the dome exploded with a roar, and the sense of enclosure of the inherent barrier collapsed completely.

Looking down through the large, broken hole, everyone was shocked to discover that the reinforcements of the World Tree and the aerial fortress of the Clock Tower were all heading towards this place.

But on their way to meet, the two, who were on good terms, clashed prematurely, each trying to make things difficult for the other.

The ensuing melee escalated and intensified.

The culprit, who had been hiding in the studio with his head in his hands and crouching in fear, stared wide-eyed at the silent door and the dust falling from the ceiling, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

It seems like they started fighting amongst themselves?

Never mind, as a qualified idol, I have to be responsible for my audience and fans. Let's move them to a safe place first!

Rarely seen with a flash of intelligence, the Dragon Girl, now taking responsibility, slapped her forehead, righteously embraced a spear-shaped microphone, and commanded her pumpkin knights and zombies to quietly drag her adorable audience into the basement, much like a medical team rescuing the wounded in the midst of war.

But the dozens of residents who were gradually waking up from the tremors saw a group of zombies with rotting flesh hanging on them, skeletons flickering with will-o'-the-wisps, and ghosts flying around dragging them into the basement. Immediately, their vision went black, their bodies convulsed, and they fell back into a coma.

Under the dim light, large patches of dried blood stained the scarlet, mottled walls; scraps of flesh and bone hung from the iron beds; and various instruments of torture, such as iron hooks, scalpels, and cleavers, were placed on either side.

Incidentally, the basement of Çachtsberg is the legendary execution ground where the Blood Witch Elizabeth tortured innocent girls...

Chapter Seventy-Six: For Whom the Bell Tolls (4.4k)

Meanwhile, the battlefield outside the castle was also in a state of intense fighting.

On the outskirts of the town, a massive number of Dragon Tooth Soldiers, deployed to the battlefield, swept forward swiftly. The deformed artificial life forms cultivated by the Thousand World Tree launched a fearless charge, intercepting the outsiders on this land, their stark white bones and pale muscle clashing against each other.

Instantly, bone fragments flew everywhere and culture fluid was scattered across the battlefield, like two colliding, towering waves that crushed everything in their path.

In terms of individual strength, the Dragon Tooth Soldiers are indeed far stronger than these deformed artificial life forms.

However, as the formation changed, each artificial life form moved away just before it was on the verge of collapse, distributing the pressure to the next team that took over, while the original exhausted soldiers began to rest and heal in an orderly manner.

Moreover, despite the constant deformation and stretching of the battle line, it managed to remain intact, firmly suppressing the momentum of the Dragon Tooth Soldiers' attack, and even unknowingly beginning to deplete the number of Dragon Tooth Soldiers.

At this moment, inside the main hall of the [Courtyard], Samael rested his chin on his right arm, leaned back in his chair, and looked up to examine the magical projection that was transmitting real-time battlefield information. A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, and his sharp gaze instantly discerned the answer.

Military formation? Interesting.

Napoleon described a battle between disciplined but poorly trained French cavalry and the Mamluks, who were undoubtedly the best but least disciplined cavalrymen in individual combat at the time. He wrote: "Two Mamluks can definitely defeat three Frenchmen, one hundred Frenchmen are evenly matched with one hundred Mamluks, three hundred Frenchmen can usually defeat three hundred Mamluks, and one thousand Frenchmen can always defeat one thousand Mamluks."

Similarly, while individual strength is important, in group combat where the difference in strength is not drastic, group cooperation is often more important than individual bravery.

The ancient serpent narrowed its vertical pupils, its eerie gaze sweeping across the simmering battlefield before finally settling on three key points, a pleased smile playing on its lips.

Joan of Arc, positioned in the center, held the battle flag, bearing the pressure of the main battlefield while also directing and coordinating operations.

Meanwhile, on the left and right flanks, Grand Master Finn of the Fiona Knights and Chief Knight Diarmuid worked in perfect coordination, one pulling the battle lines apart and the other contracting and counter-attacking.

A commander with outstanding achievements in the Hundred Years' War between England and France, and whose attributes are all qualified;

The Yggdrasil race consists of fearless, android soldiers who obey orders without question.

Two great heroes from Ireland, both with extensive experience leading team battles and fighting in large groups...

It must be said that, with the convergence of numerous favorable factors, this Holy Maiden made the most of the resources and power at her disposal.

Very good, you've made progress.

Samael couldn't help but applaud his good student's quick wit. He straightened his languid posture slightly, revealing a hint of seriousness, and his smile grew even wider.

The idea is good, but your opponent is a living, thinking human being.

With a chilling glint in his eyes, the ancient serpent snapped his fingers.

So, it's my turn now!

Semiramis nodded in understanding, raised her right hand forward, and clenched her five fingers one by one into her palm. A rare, cold smile appeared on her languid face, and her lips moved silently.

Garden, rise!

The Black Coffin of Eleven

,start up.

Suddenly, light patterns surged in the sky outside the town, and the mobile fortress, stretching for miles, revealed its majestic fullness. The shadow that blotted out the sky was like a monster with its jaws wide open, enveloping the battlefield on the ground.

Eleven fan-shaped black panels, suspended around the courtyard, slowly opened, and one by one, large and small purplish-red magic arrays lit up, like an intelligent artillery barrage, automatically adjusting their distance and focusing, and purplish-red ether particles, symbolizing annihilation, rapidly converged.

hum!

Moments later, a thick, scarlet stream of ethereal light ripped through the sky amidst the trembling air, like the Grim Reaper in the shadows, raising his scythe to reap lives.

Fortunately, artificial life forms lacking intelligence only know how to obey orders and have no fear.

Otherwise, the appearance of such a powerful weapon on the battlefield would inevitably lead to a collapse in morale.

However, just as the scythe of death was about to descend upon the heads of the Thousand World Trees, the fierce winds stirred up by the ethereal light flow eerily stopped, and a deep chant suddenly echoed through the enemy ranks.

"Lord of Storms, God of the Sea Mananan, I call upon your name, and with your divine power protect the light—SgiathGailbhinn (Shield of Storms)!"

The still airflow reversed direction, forming a towering tornado that protected the Thousand World Tree formation, forcefully dissolving the light of death before gradually dissipating.

As the smoke cleared, a golden shield adorned with reliefs of the ocean, sun, moon, stars, and gods came into view. Its dazzling and magnificent light captivated and mesmerized onlookers.

Wait, that’s not right!

In an instant, Semiramis, whose vision was somewhat dazed, realized the incongruity and immediately cast a purification spell and a blessing to increase her mental resistance, finally bringing her confused thoughts back to normal.

Upon looking again into the distance, the Assyrian queen was astonished to discover that in the center of the shield was an eyeball that resembled a sapphire, radiating a pure and beautiful color.

But the more beautiful and dazzling it is, the more the observer can feel the gaze from the abyss, and the chilling terror and death it contains.

As a chill ran through her, Semiramis shivered involuntarily and muttered unconsciously.

"That is?"

"The Evil Eye of the Evil God Balor..."

After resting his chin on his hand and thinking for a moment, Samael gave his answer in a deep voice. His rich experience and knowledge made him like an encyclopedia that could answer any question.

In Irish mythology, there are two groups of gods: the Furmor, led by the evil-eyed tyrant Balor, and the Danu, led by the sun god Rug.

Legend has it that the evil god Balor has two eyes, one of which is always closed, making his eyeball invisible. It takes the strength of four strong men to lift his eyelid. Once this closed eye is opened, anyone struck by his gaze, whether human or god, will die instantly.

As the Danu rose to power, they defeated the Phibers in the First War of the Gods and began to rule Ireland. In order to further consolidate their rule over Ireland, they challenged the Furmor, who were deep-sea giants.

The Second War between the Danu and the Deep Sea Giants of Furmor was extremely brutal. Balor used his Demon Eye to kill everything he saw, including the previous Danu king, Silver Arm Nuada.

Taking advantage of Balor's exhaustion, the sun god Rug stepped forward to challenge the evil-eyed tyrant who was both his enemy and his grandfather.

Legend has it that Lugh used the rainbow and the Milky Way as his sling to launch a tathlum that pierced Balor's doomsday eye, and then killed him with the "divine halberd" Brionac, thus becoming the new king of the Danu gods.

Baror's corpse naturally became spoils of war for the Danu gods and a high-grade synthetic material for crafting divine artifacts.

This weapon, capable of manipulating storms and adorned with eye-shaped ornaments, was likely the Storm Shield, personally crafted by the sea god Mananan and bestowed upon Finn.

Of course, this complete Demon Eye is clearly not the one destroyed by the sun god Rug.

It's highly unlikely that the Danu gods would hand over the terrifying creature that nearly wiped them out to mortals on Earth, committing the foolish act of handing a knife to a foreign race.

"Although it's not that dangerous thing, what's more interesting is that, probably because of the theory that two negatives make a positive, the other ordinary evil eye, besides being inherently evil, also has the effect of bringing love, health and happiness to the wearer because of its characteristic of using evil to fight evil, which represents returning negative energy to its source."

Samael yawned, tapped the back of his chair, and spoke as if casually.

Instantly, Semiramis, who was standing to the side, had her pupils shrink sharply. She raised her right hand and suddenly clenched it in the air, pouring all her magical power into the magic circle beneath her feet.

Instantly, the eleven pitch-black panels ceased storing energy and converged like flower petals in front of the courtyard.