Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

At this moment, Ganesh, having regained his composure, felt the lingering pain in his body. He angrily picked up his axe from the ground and, with comical and endearing steps, swung the heavy weapon repeatedly at the culprit before him.

Diarmuid had intended to dodge using his agility, but at this moment, his lower body, due to the recoil from the previous impact, was almost numb. He could only hastily raise his twin swords to block Ganesh's axe.

However, having just withstood the blow, before Diarmuid could even catch his breath, the seemingly clumsy and comical little elephant used the force of the recoil to...

He swung his arm in a wide arc and brought the axe down with increased speed.

Diarmuid could only raise his magic sword again and again to parry the axe that came whistling overhead.

However, the chief knight's bravery was clearly no match for Ganesh's brute strength. Even though Diarmuid was renowned, he could not make up for the absolute difference in strength and was thus suppressed by the god of breaking barriers.

With each clash of their weapons, Diarmuid, who was already at a disadvantage in terms of strength, was forced to retreat repeatedly. He could barely hold onto his magic sword, his blood churned in his chest, and a metallic taste rushed to his throat, turning into a trickle of blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Diarmuid suffer a severe injury and be in grave danger, Finn instinctively took off the water pouch from his waist and tossed it to his chief knight.

puff puff!

However, a dull tearing sound suddenly arose in mid-air, and the water sac thrown upwards was pierced and cut by several hair-thin, transparent objects, scattering the mead inside with the wind and spreading its rich aroma.

"Want to pull the same trick again?"

The deified Ziyuan stared indifferently at the Grand Commander whose expression had changed, and shook her head slightly.

"It's no use, your data has already been entered into my database."

Looking at the girl who had almost no extra emotions and was as cold and rational as a quantum computer, Finn, who was being targeted once again, felt a headache coming on.

His wisdom was already at odds with the calculation power of the Sands of Osiris, and with his pitifully small amount of resources at his disposal, even if he used all his skills, he was still no match for the successor of one of the Nine Pillars of Egypt, and could only try his best to stall for time.

But now, even his treasured mead is gone, and he's probably struggling to survive.

The commander, trapped in a predicament, felt bitter, but glancing at the unyielding banner of the central army, he gritted his teeth, suppressed the hidden injuries from using the Storm Shield, and faced the formidable enemy in a final stand.

At this very moment, Joan of Arc, beneath the holy banner, was also suffering.

In a one-on-one situation, she might not necessarily lose to Reines on the other side.

But the heroic spirit that Reines possessed was a cunning old fox who almost never made a mistake on the battlefield.

Under such subtle influence, it is absolutely impossible to expect Reines to personally take to the battlefield and have a pre-battle duel with this French saint.

Therefore, Joan of Arc was greeted by waves of dragon-tooth soldiers.

Furthermore, the strategist associated with Reines is skilled in much more than just mindless human wave tactics.

With overwhelming numerical superiority, the massive Dragon Tooth soldiers lined up in a linear fashion and attacked in stages, giving Joan of Arc no chance to escape or catch her breath.

Even more despicable, Reines also employed a multi-pronged tactic, intentionally or unintentionally spreading the pressure across the already fragmented flanks of the Yggdrasil Clan's defenses.

Once Joan of Arc leaves the main battlefield and adopts aggressive decapitation tactics, the entire front will quickly collapse and crumble. Finn and Diarmuid, who are currently barely holding on, will likely be overwhelmed by the wave of Dragon Fang soldiers and the combined attack of other Heroic Spirits in the next moment.

Similarly, the town's gates will be wide open, and the stalemate in the Gothic castle will be resolved immediately.

It may be called a trick, but it is actually a perfectly legitimate scheme.

Even if Joan of Arc wanted to rescue the left and right flanks or launch a desperate counterattack, after much deliberation, she could only be held firmly in place, unable to move an inch, and could only watch helplessly as her side was gradually divided and devoured, sliding little by little into the abyss.

When it rains, it pours; when the boat is about to break, a headwind blows.

Having recovered from the aftermath of the previous battle, the [Courtyard] had already unfurled magic matrices in mid-air, re-aggregating into dazzling streams of ethereal light, its target being Joan of Arc, who was confined to the high ground.

Clearly, the opposing side, having already taken the situation seriously, didn't even give the French saint time to hesitate.

The empress in the main hall looked down at the defeated army before the magic projection. Under her control, the magic matrix frantically drew upon the air, the earth, the water, and even the ether in the courtyard, causing the divine light in the sky to grow stronger and stronger.

"Let's see what you're going to use to defend yourself this time!"

Semiramis smirked and tilted his wine cup to the ground as a farewell to the fallen soldiers.

The scarlet wine was splashed onto the marble slab, spreading like a snake and creating a bewitching stain.

laugh!

In an instant, the etheric light stream, gathered to its limit, swiftly descended from the layers of the magic matrix outside the courtyard, like the scythe of death raised high, granting eternal peace to life on earth.

However, just as the focused light of destruction was about to wipe the remnants of the World Tree from the ground, the cannon suddenly went out, the magic matrix dimmed and shattered layer by layer, Semiramis's face froze, and before she could react, the entire [Courtyard], as if drunk, swayed and fell from the sky amidst black rocks.

"Boom!"

A meteorite fell to earth, thunder roared, and a fierce shockwave swept in all directions.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the once magnificent and elegant rooftop garden collapsed to the ground, with many parts crumbling and falling apart, resembling a dilapidated building on a construction site.

"It worked! We succeeded!"

At this moment, in the command room of the Thousand World Tree Castle, two men and one woman with messy hair, puffy eyes, and bloodshot eyes looked at the images coming from the magic projection and couldn't help but hug and cheer. When their eyes swept over the rows of computers in front of them, they were so excited that they even had the urge to cry.

Seven days! It wasn't easy. They worked overtime for almost seven days straight to finally complete this project.

Although it was a bit late, I made it in time no matter what!

"This research finding is so valuable, it deserves a grand rank, doesn't it?"

Having calmed down a bit, Gorder looked at the dense data stream on the computer screen, composed of a host of mysterious symbols such as runes, cuneiform runes, and Ogan runes, and clicked his tongue with a hint of regret.

Serenekay and Corles, who were standing to the side, both nodded, their faces showing the same regret.

Unfortunately, the Thousand World Tree family has now broken away from the Clock Tower; otherwise, their rating this year would have been at least one level higher.

"What have these bastards done to my yard?!"

In the dilapidated hall, the Empress straightened up, leaning against a stone pillar. Looking at the mess before her, she couldn't help but grit her teeth.

Semiramis's eyes were filled with pain and anger, blazing with fury, much like a construction worker whose artwork had been demolished.

After all, this beloved courtyard was her favorite place, which she personally supervised and oversaw the construction of.

Samael, seated on his throne, remained unmoved by this sudden turn of events. He stroked his chin, looked down at the patterns that had inexplicably spread across the floor and walls, and spoke with amusement.

"Spirit particle technology? A newly developed curse spell? It can actually be used to infiltrate and corrupt through computer networks, thereby disrupting the entire grand magic that maintains the temple's operation? Interesting..."

It must be said that the magicians of the Thousand World Tree clan are quite innovative.

This war, however, provided the perfect breeding ground for new technologies.

Chapter 79 Raising the Banner of Rebellion Against God (4.5k)

"Spiritual particle technology?"

Semiramis, from the Age of Gods, was quite unfamiliar with this novel term, and couldn't help but frown slightly, a hint of eagerness appearing in her eyes.

She desperately wanted to know why her courtyard had inexplicably gone out of control.

"A new method of re-weaving magic using the soul and the network..."

As the actual behind-the-scenes investor and big boss of the Mooncell Clock Tower group, Samael had some understanding of this skill, and immediately explained the general causes and operating principles of [weaving] to Semiramis.

Semiramis lived in an era also known as the Age of Gods. During the Age of Gods, the Earth was shrouded in great mystery, and the surface was filled with extremely high concentrations of magic. It was an era in which magic flourished.

The magicians living in the Age of Gods were different from magicians of later generations. They did not need to seek the power of the "Root" because the "Root" was right beside them at that time.

But as the mystery faded, the concentration of ether gradually decreased, forcing magicians to develop new methods to utilize the dwindling magical power.

Some forward-thinking magicians even envisioned how spells would function in a world without magic.

Ultimately, they took a unique approach, using the soul as the source of magic and computer networks and cloud computing as the medium to re-encode magic in the virtual world.

This was originally a topic first addressed by the Atlas Institute, one of the three major organizations of the Mage's Association, and the pseudo-spiritual particle calculator Tri-Pointed Hermes was born from this.

However, magicians' class prejudices and pride in their lineage prevented them from lowering themselves to abandon magic in the real world and explore new territories in the virtual world.

However, with the development of the times and academic exchanges, the popularization of some technologies, such as the Internet and cloud computing, has led some visionary magicians to try to run magic without using magic circuits. Instead, they digitize their soul models and upload them to the cloud to hack into the network. Then, they recompile and reproduce the magic they have learned in a digital way. These people are called spirit hackers, and this behavior is called the new materialization of the soul.

Chaldea's future spirit particle transfer technology, as well as spirit particle summoning and spirit origin completion, are all related to this.

Currently, it seems that the people of the Thousand World Tree are developing new research topics using spirit particle technology.

That is, to replicate the proliferation curse through a virtual network and remotely erode and destroy the target.

Semiramis had a general understanding of why her "backyard" had collapsed, but she was still somewhat confused.

"A curse through network infiltration? When did this kind of vulnerability appear on [The Courtyard]?"

"You forgot about Gina and Aster's computers, which are basically never turned off, as well as their frequently used cell phones and online game consoles."

Samael raised his hand to his forehead and shook his head helplessly.

"Not all of these commonly used electronic devices are protected by firewalls. If you're looking for something, even the strongest fortress will have vulnerabilities."

It seems that there are quite a few capable people in this cobbled-together family of the Thousand World Tree.

In terms of magicians' qualifications and magical imprints, they are certainly not as good as the ancient magic families that have been passed down for generations. But in terms of innovation, those old nobles who stick to the old ways are obviously no match for these newcomers who have worked hard to climb up from the bottom.

Samael, while reflecting on the incident, had a rough idea of ​​who was responsible for this sudden cyber terrorist attack.

Koles possesses extensive modern knowledge, deliberately relies on machinery, and remains composed in this regard, maximizing the scale of his meager magic as much as possible.

Furthermore, the boy mastered and improved upon the original Baghdad Battery technology, and in his experiments, he fused human magic with the electricity generated by the Baghdad Battery, further enhancing it using the principles of electrophysics. From birth...

Starting from the perspective of physical current, several magic tricks were developed. In a sense, this can be said to be a principle that is very compatible with modern magic, and it is also a rare innovation.

Similarly, this thing can also be used in computer magic, applying electrical magic to computer calculations and programs. This topic later seems to have received attention and investment from the Atlas Institute.

Serenekae, despite her personality flaws, is skilled in black magic and possesses extensive knowledge of modern times. She once attempted to use a computer to cast a curse through the internet.

Gold, though an unassuming, overweight man, is a master of alchemy. The underground magic workshop of the Yggdrasil clan, as well as the high-performance android army, are basically his creations.

The fact that this old man could reconstruct and improve upon some of the artificial life cultivation techniques from the fragmented data leaked from the Einzbern family shows that his professional skills and innovative spirit are definitely not weak.

Moreover, he later had an even more famous son.

Goldrov Mujik, the second director of Chaldea, the organization responsible for the continuation of human reason.

He comes from a family of legitimate magicians. Although his magical talent is average, his innovative spirit and scientific research spirit are inherited from his father.

Later, he once developed a new technique that would shock the barbecue industry in order to give the hardworking inventor Leonardo da Vinci a big surprise, but for some reason, he was met with hysterical laughter from the other party.

In addition, the Mujik family is a renowned alchemy family. Because they often encounter danger alone in the snowy mountains, they have long since independently developed a magic formula that can turn inferior meat into high-quality meat. Even rotten meat can be turned into marbled beef. Even if the meat contains toxins that are harmful to the human body, they can find a way to deal with it.

While these technologies and innovations always have some flaws that make people want to complain, it must be said that the Gold family's craftsmanship does have its merits.

Samael guessed that, if he wasn't mistaken, this quietly unfolding revolution in spiritual technology was most likely the work of those three.

Add to that Danic, who was already dead but managed to advance to the Grand Prix through his oral skills.

The Yggdrasil clan, in another sense, can be considered to be full of talented individuals.

If the high-ranking positions in the Clock Tower weren't all controlled by the twelve monarch families who prioritized bloodline, suppressing these lesser-known magicians and preventing them from rising to prominence, these families probably wouldn't have joined the Thousand World Tree clan and wholeheartedly followed Danic in his rebellion, attempting to break free from the shackles of social class.

Wow, I didn't expect it to be such an inspiring story...

Samael's eyes flickered, but he shook his head helplessly.

Unfortunately, he's playing the villain here.

Oh well, I'm used to it...

Immediately, as if sensing something, the ancient snake looked up at the red and black patterns spreading with mycelium on the wall, rested its chin on its hand, and pointed at them.

"Look, something has come looking for us..."

hum!

As they spoke, the red and black mycelium that had spread rapidly from outside the door into the interior of the hall, like a swarm of snakes, suddenly leaped over the steps and began to bite at the figure on the jade throne.

Within their writhing bodies, one can vaguely see densely packed characters and various miniature magic secrets.

"Go away!"

Having received her answer, Semiramis no longer hesitated. With a cold snort, she took a step forward, and hundreds of mycelial snakes, along with the spells maintaining the [Courtyard], were annihilated. The entire hall was instantly emptied.

At the same time, all the electronic devices that had been brought into the courtyard without permission were completely destroyed and shut down in a burst of electrical sparks.

Although the defense system of the courtyard and some private property were sacrificed, the source of the "infection" from the outside world was also cut off.

Faced with Semiramis's brutal and decisive methods, Samael looked at the electronic devices on the magic projection that were disintegrating and emitting black smoke, shook his head, silently mourned for the victims, and offered a sarcastic reminder.

"You're in big trouble. Mordred, Gina, and Shion will probably come after you to fight you to the death..."

"They're all from the trunk of the World Tree, what does it have to do with me?"

Semiramis scoffed dismissively, well-versed in her superior's skill at shifting blame. She then rolled her eyes at her boss, who was watching the show with great interest from his throne, and retorted sarcastically.

"With the temple damaged, the summoning of spirits will inevitably be affected. Shouldn't you be the one worried?"

"Worry?"

Samael smiled, looked up at the smoke-filled battlefield, a pleased smile playing on his lips, his eyes holding a meaningful look.