Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The wandering evil spirit stared at its fallen lower body, its gaze momentarily dazed, as if it could see itself lying on the railway tracks in the past, and the oncoming train, through time and space.

Lying on the tracks, it really hurts...

Moments later, the evil spirit, its dying memories stirred, gleamed with ferocity in its eyes and lunged forward with a shriek, attempting to drag the vibrant life before it into the hell that was with it.

However, in the instant the monster charged forward, a cluster of black flames rose from beneath its severed waist and abdomen, burning fiercely as if it had encountered grease.

In the blink of an eye, the evil spirit that had let out a mournful howl was completely dissolved in the flames, turning into a wisp of smoke and dissipating.

effective!

Seeing this, Grey felt reassured, gripped the black scythe tightly with both hands, and stood guard at the car window.

At this moment, with the blurring of space and the interference of the barrier, the dead stepped into the territory of the living. In the darkness, hordes of the dead surged toward the train, attempting to possess the living bodies and savor the delicious souls.

In the flickering light, Gray looked through the window and saw that the ghosts had all sorts of strange and unusual appearances.

Among them were tribal people wearing rattan armor, wielding swords, and with their upper bodies bare;

There are priests with feathers in their hair, tattoos on their faces, and holding wooden staffs;

There were laborers from the Industrial Revolution era, carrying logs and dressed in rags;

There are World War II soldiers holding old rifles and wearing tattered uniforms;

There were modern gentlemen in suits, carrying worn-out umbrellas...

It seems to be a microcosm of the entire era left on this land.

There are many different kinds of things.

Without exception, their eyes gleamed with greed and malice as they tried to break through the boundary between reality and mystery and squeeze into the carriage.

Bring it on, I'm not afraid.

Let me show you... the secret techniques of the gravedigger...!

But the closer the danger got, the calmer Gray became. She used her feet to step on the back of the train seats and leaped about, instinctively swinging the black scythe in her hand one after another.

A sharp, cold light shone throughout the carriage. Before the dozens of undead that had squeezed inside could even find a body and savor their meal, their spirits were severed.

Immediately afterwards, clusters of black flames spread and surged from their wounds, engulfing these souls in no time.

We come from dust, and we will return to dust.

Gray's gaze swept over the twisted and dissipating undead in the flames, silently reciting scriptures to purify their resentment, while maintaining high mobility to hunt down the dead who were trying to intrude into the realm of the living.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of transgressing evil spirits were purified by Gray's scythe.

Hmm, it seems Martha has taught her quite well.

Samael, feigning a frail appearance, sat quietly in the chair behind Gray, watching the battle and secretly nodding in approval of his young disciple's outstanding performance.

The duty of a gravedigger is to guide both the living and the dead.

As a subordinate body of the Dark Council, this group has a formal organization, a considerable number of personnel, and many outstanding experts in fighting spirits.

Grey is clearly one of the best, or rather, one of the most outstanding among them.

Indeed, Artoria's dragon factor and her inherited outstanding combat talent played a significant role.

But more importantly, Grey's resilient and hardworking character did not bury this gifted talent.

Of course, there is one more thing.

Samael slightly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the black scythe in Gray's hand, and a subtle smile appeared on his lips.

Those are his scales.

And he used to be called—

[Angel of Death] Samael.

Or perhaps, Satan, the Lord of Hell.

Unfortunately, he controlled both death and souls.

As his disciple and the guardian of the Dark Council's graveyard, Gray's essence was equivalent to the Grim Reaper under his command, who sent evil spirits back to hell.

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Therefore, she has a natural ability to suppress these wandering evil spirits, and he, as her teacher, doesn't need to do anything personally.

As expected, with the continuous purification of the undead, the dragon factor in Gray's body continued to become more active, frantically absorbing and releasing the surrounding magic.

On that scythe of death, pitch-black hellfire burned fiercely, bringing a chilling cold that froze the soul.

In an instant, a terrifying atmosphere spread, and the ferocious evil spirits were awakened by their instinctive fear, stopping outside the carriage and not daring to cross the line.

Seeing that the situation was temporarily under control, Gray remained vigilant while habitually seeking advice from Samael behind her.

"Teacher, why are there so many evil spirits under the train station?"

Samael flipped open the magazine he had picked up and said casually, "Strictly speaking, it's not all stations, but the platform we're on seems to be a bit special."

"special?"

Grey looked somewhat bewildered.

"You should go brush up on your history, little Grey..."

Samael closed the magazine and explained irritably.

"Legend has it that the site of Queen Boudica's last battle more than 1000 years ago is buried between platforms 8 and 10 of King's Cross Station, and her spirit still wanders there to this day."

"Really?"

"fake."

However, a certain unscrupulous teacher winked with a wicked grin and looked mockingly at his serious-looking young student.

"..."

Grey's expression froze, and a look of annoyance at being teased appeared on her small face.

The teacher still loves to joke around.

"However, one thing is true."

Samael changed the subject, looked up at the various spirits outside the window, and spoke leisurely.

"Because of the recent tremors in the ley lines, it is indeed easy for wandering undead to gather here."

"So, as long as the ley lines can be repaired, the barrier can be broken and the nearby undead can be driven away?"

Grey's eyes lit up, and she immediately deduced a way to break out of the predicament from the clues.

"In theory, yes."

Samael nodded, then looked again at the darkness outside the car window, his brow furrowing slightly.

"But there seems to be something else."

what?

Grey was taken aback by what she heard. Just as she was wondering what was going on, the evil spirits that had been hovering around the train, intimidated by the aura of hellfire, began to stir violently. As if driven by something, they rushed back into the carriage, their blurred facial expressions revealing unspeakable fear.

Wow!

Accompanied by the crisp metallic clanging sound, black chains stained with hair, blood, and bits of flesh emerged from the darkness like venomous snakes, piercing through the chests of the undead behind them.

The next moment, the tip of the chain splits into sharp weapons such as iron hooks and knives, which embed themselves in the spirit of the dead and tear it to shreds.

Suddenly, the darkness was filled with howls and wailing as the dead, dragging their broken or deformed bodies, scattered and fled in all directions, trying to escape the chains flying from behind.

But at almost the same time, packs of hound-like monsters made of red and black mist surged out of the darkness, chased after the fleeing undead, pounced on them, tore them to pieces, and then swallowed them whole.

"A black dog?!"

Grey looked stunned and cried out the names of the monsters.

As a gravedigger who has dealt with spirits for a long time, she naturally has some understanding of this.

Black dogs are guides to the dead, and like gravediggers, they are another force that maintains the balance between life and death in this land.

But why do they seem to be...feeding right now?

Looking out the car window at the wailing faces, the souls dismembered on the spot, and the hounds whose bodies had become even more condensed and swollen after devouring the spirits, Gray's face turned slightly pale.

Behind these hounds, a group of ethereal figures dressed in black robes, wearing vine masks, and holding wooden staffs emerged from the darkness. The bone fragments, knives, and iron hooks hanging from their waists clashed together, producing a low, sinister sound.

In that instant of eye contact, Grey seemed to see, through the holes beneath her mask, an abyss and countless wailing, struggling spirits of the dead.

"what is that?"

Instinctively sensing danger, Grey asked a question.

"The messenger of death, you could say it's a Celtic version of the Grim Reaper..."

Sama stroked his chin and murmured, his dark vertical pupils gleaming faintly.

"It seems that there is indeed a problem with the boundary between life and death."

At this moment, with the arrival of the black dog and the messenger, the dead, with nowhere to escape, rushed into the carriage like madmen.

Without a second thought, Grey immediately grabbed her black scythe and began purifying the wraiths that had crossed the line.

However, this time, the annihilation of their own kind did not deter the evil spirits in the darkness; instead, it stirred up the ferocity and malice in their very bones.

Even more deadly, as the undead fearlessly pushed their way onto the train, the black dog and the messenger following behind seemed to be drawn to the train as well, rushing towards the iron shell that sheltered the living.

Suddenly, Grey, fighting alone, felt immense pressure and quickly found herself overwhelmed and unable to cope.

"Teacher, is there any way to get out of here? I can't hold them off any longer!"

Seeing more and more undead and black dogs crashing into the carriage, Grey immediately turned around anxiously and asked her all-powerful teacher for help.

"Use this, catch it!"

Critical

The teacher, seemingly no longer in the mood for teasing, decisively grabbed a pendant from her chest and tossed it to Gray, who was fighting and retreating.

The young apprentice instinctively reached out and grabbed the object that was thrown at him. As the pendant touched his hand, a cool, metallic feel emanated from his skin.

At the same time, a strange resonance resonated in her mind, and Gray couldn't help but move her lips and chant the ancient incantation imprinted in her memory.

"To sing praises. To extol. To chant."

Ancient mystery, die!

Naive mysteries, let them all vanish into nothingness!

As a low chant echoed through the carriage, a magnificent spiral beam of light shot upwards from Gray's palm, dispelling the gloom that had enveloped her.

A dazzling golden light spread out, like a waterfall or rain, as if it were a baptism from heaven. The spirits inside and outside the carriage quickly dissolved, and the blurred scenery gradually became stable.

Even the black dogs and messengers who had gathered were affected, their bodies emitting a continuous stream of gray-black mist, like ice and snow under the blazing sun.

At that moment, the messengers, sensing the danger, simultaneously growled, raised their canes, and commanded their black dogs to swarm towards the train.

In an instant, a figure of light and shadow, enveloped in lightning and black mist, opened its ferocious maw and lunged at Gray, who was standing directly in front of it.

Not even close!

The tomb keeper, who was chanting incantations with all his heart, stared at the gaping mouths so close to his face. His body trembled slightly, his palms were sweating, but he did not move an inch.

“Hiss~!”

Just then, the black scythe in Gray's hand twisted and transformed back into the shape of a small black snake, which shot out from the girl's palm and pierced through dozens of black dogs that had rushed in first with lightning speed.

As the dark mass of monsters vanished, Gray felt a great relief from her stress and couldn't help but look at her pet standing beside her, hissing at the black dog in a show of defiance.

Xiao Hei, well done!

With help to share the burden, Grey's spirits lifted.

But then, new troubles followed one after another.

The death messengers wielding wooden staffs, seeing that they could not break through after a long siege, also let out piercing screams that went straight to the soul, causing Gray to feel dizzy and the spiral beam of light that had gathered in her hand seemed to show signs of dissipating.

Wow!

At the same time, chains covered with hooks flew off the [messengers] and crashed into the train.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Instantly, the car windows shattered as if struck by hail, while the chains that reached into the car resembled a venomous snake writhing and biting.