Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Boom!"

Almost simultaneously, a surging torrent of ether erupted from the shimmering Evil Eye, crashing heavily against the barrier constructed by the Eleven Black Coffins, unleashing a dazzling display of fire.

The suspended black slab was torn apart layer by layer by the intense impact, turning into countless fragments of stone that fell to the ground.

The courtyard, hastily erected with defensive barriers, escaped the blast, but was still shaken and trembled by the violent aftershocks of the explosion.

Seeing her prized Eleven Black Coffins completely destroyed, Semiramis lost all interest in slacking off.

His face was clouded with anger, and in addition to his resentment, he also felt a lingering fear.

Damage reflection!

The implied meaning of "fighting evil with evil" is that the evil eye can deflect curses and attacks, protecting the wearer and user.

Of course, to be fair, Samael didn't say it directly, nor did he intervene; everything was the result of the Empress's own understanding.

Realizing that she had nearly lost due to underestimating her opponent, Semiramis's face showed a hint of caution, and... hesitation...

If that thing is still there, keep attacking...

"Alright, now it's our turn."

Just as the Empress was hesitating, the deity on the throne clapped his hands with a smile, as if talking to himself again.

The higher the level of weaponry, the more restrictions there are on its use, and this is especially true for this divinely crafted weaponry.

If that near-bug-like rebound effect really had no limitations, this Grand Commander would probably have used it against the enemy back in the last battle, why would he have waited until now?

A cunning snake, seemingly saying nothing, yet saying everything.

Immediately, Semiramis, feeling reassured because they shared the same stench and understood the leader's implied meaning, decisively raised her arm, coldly activated the attack spells that covered the [Courtyard], and re-locked onto the target.

Surprisingly, I was seen through again...

At this moment, on the left flank of the artificial life legion, Finn looked up at the streams of ethereal light that were re-converging around the courtyard. A dry, bitter smile squeezed out of his pale face. A metallic taste rose in his throat, and a trickle of crimson blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. The Storm Shield in his hand also lost its strength and dissipated into spiritual particles.

But misfortunes never come singly, and a broken boat is hit by a headwind.

Before Finn could rest and regroup, three golden pillars of light descended from the courtyard, and three familiar figures emerged from the falling pillars of light, descending upon the battlefield.

As the light faded, the magic circle that left scorching marks on the ground revealed three figures that resembled heroic spirits.

Reines, in the center, took over some of the authority ceded by Semiramis. Utilizing Sima Zhongda's knowledge and experience, she commanded the Dragon Tooth Soldiers to rebuild the defensive line, using battle formations against battle formations.

On the left, Ziyuan released the sand from her palm, and the phosphorescent light in the eye sockets of the fallen Dragon Tooth Soldier flickered again. He pieced his bones back together and rose from the ground. Under the influence of the Sands of Osiris, even the dead could be resurrected.

Gina, positioned on the right, wields her axe and hammer like a smoothly rolling, fleshy bomb. But beneath her cute and clumsy exterior lies the wild strength and ferocity of Ganesh, the god of destruction, who throws swarms of artificial life into the air wherever she goes, tearing the battle lines to shreds...

In an instant, the solid defenses in front of the Thousand World Tree began to deform and collapse, and its living space was gradually compressed, making Joan of Arc's response and resistance increasingly inadequate.

"It's over!"

The proud empress gazed at the remnants of the defeated army stubbornly resisting on the field, a cold smile playing on her lips. The [Courtyard] was activated at full power, and the densely arranged magic matrix suddenly roared, with beams of scarlet magic power crashing down on the enemy's riddled position like whistling cannonballs.

Instantly, large swathes of the android army fell like wheat under a sickle, their culture fluid and pale muscle fragments scattering everywhere.

Before Joan of Arc could reorganize the battle lines, the ground shook violently.

Boom!

In an instant, a giant snake, hundreds of meters long and covered in dark green scales, burst out of the ground and hissed to the sky.

Bang bang bang!

As the monster Basium swung its head and tail, swarms of androids were crushed into mincemeat and mixed into the deep trenches.

Under attacks from multiple sides, the remnants of the Thousand World Tree army, unable to maintain their lines, were tragically divided and surrounded, like candles flickering in the wind, their destruction imminent.

Even so, the Holy Maiden still planted the holy banner, representing the core of the generals, high up, stood tall under the fluttering banner, braved the arrows and stones, drew her sword to command and coordinate, and made a final stand. Even with her forehead cut by the rubble and her face covered in dust and gunpowder, she showed no intention of compromising or backing down.

Still not giving up, Joan of Arc?

The deity in the main hall opened his eyes and looked at the figure fighting in front of the town, a cruel smile curving his lips.

Very good. As an opponent, you are qualified. I acknowledge your courage and respect your choice.

Therefore, I will tear your stubbornness apart with my own hands!

The ancient serpent's vertical pupils narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous and sinister light. It slowly raised its right hand and spoke coldly.

"What are you waiting for, Caster!"

Upon hearing this, the heroic spirits engaged in fierce battle on the field were somewhat stunned and confused.

Caster? Shakespeare? Wasn't that guy absent?

But then, Finn, who had a vague feeling that something was wrong, was the first to react. He turned around abruptly to look at the dilapidated Gothic castle behind him, his gaze falling on a colleague with a very low profile, and his expression changed drastically.

Oh no! It's... Avisbro!

At the same time, the magician in the castle dodged an arrow, gracefully bowed slightly, and offered a humble tribute to the supreme creator with his masterpiece, which he had painstakingly created.

"The five elements connect, giving life and weapons to the earth. Leading the suffering people to the paradise of birth. Born of the earth (Mother), swallowing the wind (intellect), filling it with water (life). Wielding fire (weapons), driving away disease (demons). Righteousness leads its own blood to purification. Your name, bearing the Holy Spirit (Ruah), is Adam! — Crown of Wisdom!"

In an instant, in a low murmur

In the song, the lake on the outskirts of the town churned violently as if boiling. A stone giant, hundreds of meters tall, rose from the bottom of the lake and stepped onto the land. Flowers spread and grew at its feet, and a strong sense of oppression came over us.

Caster, did he defect to the enemy?

The members of the Thousand World Tree, who had been barely maintaining their spirits, looked incredulously at the approaching stone giant, and despair and defeat filled their hearts.

The giant raised his hand, his weapon held high, and the death knell tolled silently!

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boom!

As the giant blade swung down, a sharp explosion rang out, and billowing smoke and dust, along with turbulent air currents, spread out in all directions. The intense wind pressure sent ant-like Dragon Tooth Soldiers and artificial lifeforms flying.

The group steadied themselves, refocused their gaze, and looked through the dissipating dust at the scene in the center of the battlefield, their faces filled with astonishment.

Within the cone-shaped crater, which stretches for hundreds of meters, the surrounding rocks are scorched by the high temperature, forming glass-like crystals. A massive stone sword pierces the belly of a dark green serpent, pinning it to the ground. The oozing, ghastly green blood, like spilled concentrated sulfuric acid, hisses upon contact with the earth's surface, killing all the insects and ants around it.

At this moment, whether it was the people of the Thousand World Tree or the people of the Clock Tower, they couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment at this sudden change.

What on earth is going on?!

The deity in the hall was slightly taken aback, and a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face, his vertical pupils narrowing slightly.

"Are you going to betray me, Avisbro..."

"This is not betrayal, but still a tribute to you!"

The magician in the Gothic castle slowly straightened up, looked up through the broken walls and gazed at the temple of the gods and the gates of heaven in the clouds, as if in response, and murmured softly.

The eyes beneath the mask held both a pilgrimage-like fervor and an arrogant disdain for everything.

The most perfect creation is not one that is blessed by the gods, but one that challenges the true origin with the power of mortals!

The resounding echoes reverberated, and the drifting thoughts brought the magician's memories back to the night several days earlier.

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"This is the Adam you've been searching for? It's practically a miracle!"

In the dimly lit underground magic workshop, the saintess stood at the top of the stairs, bathed in the light, gazing up at the colossal statue submerged in the shimmering water at the bottom of the lake, filled with awe.

"Unfortunately, he is still dead..."

The magician, standing in complete darkness before the railing, responded faintly, his expression hidden behind a mask—an answer no one could possibly obtain.

Joan of Arc gazed at Avisbroun from afar, her eyes falling on a hand holding a doll. Her pure purple eyes were like a mirror, reflecting all the secrets hidden in the darkness.

"So, you need a 'heart'?"

The hand holding the doll instinctively moved behind its back, and Avisbro didn't say anything.

The stitches on the doll were quite rough and ugly, and at first glance, it was clear that the technique was rather clumsy, as if it were a first attempt. Even the sewing material was just some rags that could be found anywhere, let alone anything precious.

After an unknown period of silence, a faint murmur came from beneath the mask.

People die. Old people die. Adults die.

Babies die. Children die.

Death will visit everyone equally.

Its steps showed no hesitation or compassion.

The only difference is the purpose of death and the value that will be assigned to it.

If it's for the sake of returning to Eden, to the eternal paradise, then perhaps some necessary sacrifices are worthwhile…

"But is this really what you want?"

The saint in the light leaned down and looked silently at the magician in the darkness. Her slightly parted lips spoke in the tone of a child.

"teacher……"

"..."

Avisbro fell silent again, unconsciously gripping the ugly, childish doll in his hand very tightly.

Joan of Arc looked past the hand that was gradually tightening its grip and gazed up at the giant in the shimmering water, murmuring softly.

"No matter how sacred the pursuit, once it is tainted by unclean blood, no matter how noble the reason, it will still lose its original luster..."

Avisbro's body trembled. He brought the puppet to his eyes and examined it closely. The cracked threads seemed like a series of mocking mouths, emitting a piercing laugh.

Sometimes it's like a child, sometimes like an old person, and sometimes it's like myself...

That version of myself who was innocently murdered.

A Muslim poet, because of his poetic talent, killed him and secretly buried him under the roots of a fig tree.

The tree was laden with very sweet fruit. Its uniqueness attracted attention and sparked an investigation. And the examination of the tree led later discoverers to its own corpse.

Life is so fragile;

Murder, so casually;

Evil; so rampant:

Everything was so absurd!

The magician's lips, hidden beneath the mask, gradually tightened, and the cacophony of sounds around him seemed to grow ever more pronounced.

That's right...

I cannot forgive this.

We cannot forgive those who kill or harm innocent people.

But the most unforgivable thing is...

It is also about recreating oneself through acts of killing...

Haha—from the moment this thought arose in my mind, I may have made a fatal mistake.

The moment the evil was committed, I had already lost...

He lost his qualification as a savior.

Therefore, it is utterly ridiculous to lead them to paradise.

In the end, aren't I just like those perpetrators?

Avisbro looked down at the doll in his hands; the ugly thing before him seemed to transform into the child's fragmented corpse.

They were accusing him, crying out to him, staring intently at him in the darkness.

but.

even so.

Even so, I still want to finish what I haven't accomplished.

It is not for the sake of ridiculous justice to seek a so-called paradise and return to Eden; but to leave behind one's existence and prove one's abilities!

Even if I'm despised, I will...

“If necessary, I can take Roger’s place and become the heart of Adam…”

However, just as the magician below the stage was about to be completely swallowed by darkness, a solemn muttering echoed in the empty underground magic workshop, like a sword cleaving through illusion, startling Avisbro, who was immersed in his obsession, into a sudden awakening.

The saint in the light source smiled and reached out her hand to the audience.