Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The saint beneath the banner knelt on one knee, her right hand on her chest, her voice booming through the heavens; it was unclear whether she was praying or making a declaration.

"May glory, majesty, power, authority, and kingdom return to you, from time immemorial to the present and forevermore! Amen!"

The saint standing in the light stretched out his hand.

The ancient god, mired in darkness, sighed.

"What a scoundrel, Joan of Arc."

Samael was full of complaints about the work imposed on him, but the smile in his eyes was brighter than ever before.

Even if one has grown accustomed to darkness, life will always yearn for light.

Even if I don't care about the stigma, I still occasionally fantasize about a day when I can stand in the sunlight and enjoy the praise.

"It seems that today, I have no choice but to take on the responsibilities of God..."

The ancient serpent stepped over the last step, looked at the ravaged, bloody battlefield, chuckled, shook its head helplessly, and slowly raised its right hand.

In an instant, beams of brilliant golden light tore through the sky, pouring down upon the ravaged earth and showering everything around it with vitality.

Like the gates of heaven being opened, the Lord's cup overflows.

Meanwhile, in the attic, the playwright, watching the scene projected by the magic, was filled with inspiration. His hands danced across the typewriter like butterflies flitting among flowers, and he fluently wrote down a poem as a conclusion.

"God expelled Adam and Eve from Eden and allowed them to fall."

Although the Lord withdrew His grace, He also loosened the grip on humanity's destiny.

The end of the divinely ordained era symbolizes the beginning of the history of civilization.

Heroes broke free of their shackles and took control of their own destiny.

If we are controlled by others, the fault lies not with fate, but with ourselves.

And in the future, we will eventually embrace the divine and return to our original selves!

Chapter 82 Dragon! Dragon! Dragon! 4.1k

Meanwhile, on the stalemate of the battlefield...

As beams of dazzling golden light descended from the sky, figures who fought to the very last moment vanished one after another.

Germany, on the banks of the Rhine River.

The afternoon sun peeked through the thin clouds, and a gentle breeze from the Rhine River rippled across the water, bringing with it the coolness of the water.

Without sweating, it's the perfect time for sunbathing.

In an inconspicuous corner, tall and sturdy oak trees cast deep, swaying shadows that rustled in the wind.

On a rattan chair exuding a natural ambiance, a white-haired young man in a sharp black suit with black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose seemed to be waking up from an afternoon nap, opening his hazy eyes.

He was tall and lean, and his slightly brown skin was proof that he had been bathed in dragon's blood.

Just like his face, although he was a man of few words, his temperament made one think of his good upbringing. He was the type who spoke simply and communicated with only the necessary and minimal words.

A gentle breeze carrying a hint of moisture brushed against his cheek as the man looked around in bewilderment.

At the Delta Square below, there is a bronze statue of Wilhelm the Great, wearing a cloak, riding a horse and wielding a sword, sitting on a base more than 20 meters high, surrounded on three sides by a wall shaped like a round chair. This magnificent ancient site shows the grandeur of the military review in those days.

In the open square, there were elderly couples with blond hair and blue eyes, and young lovers wearing sunglasses, all sitting comfortably in wicker chairs, basking in the sun on their fair skin; several young women were coaxing their babies to play on the slide; a flock of cooing pigeons landed around, pecking at breadcrumbs scattered by someone, their big, beady eyes darting around curiously...

The man pulled his gaze away, and looking into the distance, the golden, warm sun hung over the mountaintop, casting a warm glow.

Bathed in bright sunshine, the mountains on both sides of the river rise and fall, a verdant wonderland where many medieval and ancient Roman buildings remain. Numerous vineyards and villas, centuries old, are interspersed with forests and orchards, forming a continuous gallery along both banks. In the emerald vineyards, large, agate-like, pearl-like fruits hang heavily on the branches, carrying the scent of the rural countryside.

The Rhine River flows quietly, its clear waters irrigating the surrounding fields and countryside, seemingly washing away the confusion in the man's eyes.

As the chaotic background gradually dissipated from those emerald green vertical pupils, he couldn't help but look down at his hands.

He no longer held the demonic sword that had always been with him, nor did he smell the blood, nor hear the plea that kept echoing in his ears.

His five fingers were long and fair, not like the hand holding a sword, but more like the hand playing the piano or writing documents.

The gentle sound of flowing water filled the air, and the man couldn't help but close his eyes, savoring the breeze on the river, the afternoon sun, and the tranquility of the square.

It seems that he hasn't stopped for a long time, put down his sword, felt everything around him, and savored the essence of "daily life".

In a daze, a clear feeling brewed in the man's heart, and unprecedented emotions spread through his mind. His smooth thinking spread out without bounds, and a certain potential constraint disappeared.

The man opened his eyes in surprise, sensing something peculiar brewing within him.

An independent personality?

Perhaps it should be called—the complete self?

"Hey buddy, there's a performance of 'The Song of the Nibelungs' at the theater this afternoon, by a professional Vienna touring company!"

A cheerful voice interrupted Siegfried's thoughts on the wicker chair, and a girl wearing a sun hat enthusiastically stuffed a flyer into the man's hand.

"We're offering a 20% discount this weekend, remember to come this afternoon..."

As the sound faded into the distance, Siegfried looked down at the printed flyer, his gaze falling on the actress in the center of the stage, holding a demonic sword and standing amidst a pool of blood.

The Nibelungenlied is divided into two parts: The Death of Siegfried and The Revenge of Krinshid.

Clearly, the part to be performed in the afternoon is the latter.

In terms of their relationship, Krynnish is the wife of Siegfried, the dragon-slaying hero.

It is worth noting that Siegfried is merely a tool to drive the story forward, while she is the true protagonist of this fictional tale.

A woman who, in her quest to avenge her husband, risks everything and gradually descends into madness.

Siegfried examined the color-printed images on the flyer, his emerald eyes showing only a faint calm.

Whether it was the curse of the Rhine gold or the predetermined fate of "The Song of the Nibelungs," these fictional stories could no longer constrain his behavior or even his thoughts.

I felt like a newborn baby, freed from the pages of a book, walking freely in the vibrant world.

Siegfried raised his hand to his chest, feeling the throbbing heart within him. His emerald eyes gazed up at the sky, revealing a faint sense of understanding.

Is this the Lord's blessing?

It seems that the Holy Maiden has succeeded.

On the usually serious face of the dragon-slaying hero, the facial muscles were slightly raised, as if he was trying to learn and adapt to a "smile".

Soon, the opening bell rang out across the square, startling flocks of white pigeons that were foraging for food in the surrounding area.

Siegfried, sitting in his wicker chair, glanced at the brochure in his hand, then got up, walked out of the dark shade, and into the bright sunlight, headed towards the theater in the distance.

At this very moment, on the Siberian ice sheet.

"Ah!"

A white-haired girl wearing a white leather military cap and a black collared fleece-lined military coat sneezed loudly.

Although the Siberian cold wave was quite unpleasant.

But for some reason, my long-standing gloomy mood has improved considerably. A certain burden I've been carrying seems to have been lifted without my noticing, and I feel a sense of relief, both physically and spiritually.

I felt inexplicably much more relaxed.

In the corresponding scene, a silver-haired girl with chocolate skin and obvious temperate characteristics is wearing a thin black sweatshirt and high-soled shoes, walking on the crunchy ice. She seems particularly resistant to the cold and even has time to lower her head and sip a warm bubble tea in her arms.

As expected of my older sister!

The girl in military uniform waiting beside him looked on with admiration, and the slight doubt that had arisen in his heart was quickly forgotten.

"Crack!"

Just as the chocolate-skinned girl reached the center of the lake, a crisp cracking sound came from the thick ice. The lake water, mixed with ice, rose high, and a monster hundreds of meters long with three heads burst out of the lake. Its six golden, reptilian vertical pupils looked sinisterly at the two ants that had disturbed its slumber.

As the monster appeared, the surrounding wind and snow seemed to become even more biting and cold.

The source of this blizzard has been found.

The three-headed evil dragon, Zme Gorinich!

Inside the black armored vehicle bearing the letter "NFF," Anastasia, wrapped in winter clothing, felt a surge of energy, instantly dispelling the weariness of the long wait and search.

However, as the princess's icy blue eyes gazed out the window, her gaze fell upon two figures on the ice, seemingly stunned by the dragon's might, standing there dumbfounded. She couldn't help but feel uneasy and turned to look at a stunningly beautiful woman in a pink-haired business suit who was touching up her makeup in front of a small mirror.

"Are you sure you want to leave this to them?"

"Don't worry, they're professionals at dealing with this guy."

Amid the earth's tremors, Koyanskaya leisurely applied lipstick while responding casually, her voice trailing off.

"After all, it's a dragon..."

dragon!

The chocolate-skinned girl stared blankly at the colossal object hundreds of meters above the ice, smacked her lips, and a glistening drop of saliva unconsciously clung to the corner of her mouth. A burning desire, and... a lingering aftertaste, gradually appeared in her eyes.

It's a dragon!

The girl in military uniform revealed a sickly, delusional smile, and crimson and black flames blazed up, instantly coalescing in her lowered hand into a ferocious crimson and black greatsword wreathed in demonic flames.

In an instant, the three-headed evil dragon, which had been fiercely breaking through the ice, suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness that ran from its tailbone straight to the top of its head.

run!

In the blink of an eye, driven by instinct, the three-headed evil dragon flapped its wings and took flight, bursting out of the lake and soaring into the sky with lightning speed.

However, the next moment, two slender and delicate human females on the lake stepped over the ice blocks that had been lifted up by the enormous force and rushed towards the three-headed evil dragon in mid-air, one after the other.

"boom!"

A few breaths later, the once invincible food atop the planet, covered in bumps, crashed heavily onto the snow like a plane crash.

The two girls who landed, one holding a red and black demonic sword wreathed in flames, and the other carrying a war god's sword surrounded by three-colored starlight, stepped forward with ill intentions.

"Attila, Klinshid, stop!"

Just as the three-headed evil dragon, unconscious on the ground, was about to be chopped down by the two evil stars, a stern rebuke came from behind.

The princess, clutching the hand puppet, quickly stepped out of the warm armored vehicle and stopped the two employees from prematurely concluding the battle, earnestly advising them against it.

"According to procedure, we need to take him back for interrogation first..."

"The interrogation is over, can we eat now?"

Is dinner served?

The princess glanced at the three-headed dragon lying unconscious on the ground, then at Attila, who was swallowing hard and looking on expectantly, and her mind went blank.

Ah this...

After a while, the princess finally understood the employees' needs and looked back at her partner inside the armored vehicle for help.

However, the fox was nowhere to be seen inside the empty armored vehicle.

"Hmm, this mission has a pretty good return rate..."

Just as Anastasia was looking around blankly, a lazy nasal sound came from the center of the lake.

Koyanskaya, who had somehow submerged underwater, climbed onto the ice and dragged bags of antique gold coins, silverware, and gems to the shore, where she examined them with satisfaction.

"So, that's why you accepted this task at a 50% discount?"

Anastasia gritted her teeth, glaring at a fox spirit on the shore who was beaming as she tallied her spoils, her expression unfriendly.

Previously, this dead fox claimed that he wanted to solve the problems of the residents of Siberia and that, out of humanitarian considerations, he would offer a 50% discount.

After all that, it turns out this woman wasn't after the townspeople's meager commissions, but rather the three-headed dragon's treasure...

Sure enough, I was moved for nothing.

"Well, as long as the problem is solved, that's fine."

Gao Yangskaia was not ashamed of her partner's disdain and changed the subject with a smile.

"Oh, by the way, I'll leave the finishing touches to you."

"how about you?"

Hearing that this woman was going to dump trouble on her again, the princess rolled her eyes and asked impatiently.

Koyanskaya looked up into the distance, a bright and joyful smile spreading across her face.

"The weather's changed, I need to go out for a bit."

At this moment, the wind and snow in the sky have stopped, and rays of brilliant golden sunlight pierce through the cold mist, casting their light upon the earth and bringing a bright warmth to this permafrost.

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