Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Black and white clashed and collided, creating a violent shockwave that crushed the surrounding marble floors and decorations into dust.

As the dust settled, a tall figure wearing a jet-black crown and clad in dark, spiked armor sat atop a red-eyed warhorse resembling a nightmare, standing in the courtyard and looking down at the crowd before the gate.

Like an ancient god awakening, looking down upon insignificant mortals.

"Now, I think I know who He is..."

In the biting wind, Samael gazed wistfully into the hall, murmuring to himself.

An inexplicable feeling compelled Grey, eager to know the answer, to instinctively step forward and ask.

"Who?"

"Morrigan, the king of the wild hunt, the god of phantoms, and the master of war and death in Celtic mythology."

Samael spoke softly, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

Indeed, the ability to interfere with the balance of life and death across Britain, summon the Wild Hunt, cause undead riots, and mobilize black hounds and messengers on a large scale—considering all these signs, it seems that only this legendary goddess of death could accomplish these things!

Gray, Luvia, Rin Tohsaka, and the other listeners suddenly realized what was happening, and their hearts tightened.

This awakened ancient god clearly possesses considerable fighting power on the territory of Britain.

We meet again, Morrigan...

At this moment, Samael looked at that cold and stern face that seemed both familiar and unfamiliar, his gaze full of meaning.

Or, I should call you by another name—

Black Gunner?

As everyone gazed ahead, the King of Darkness seemed to instinctively sense danger. He raised his massive lance, covered in thorns, and a red and black beam of light shot into the sky from the center of the hall, piercing through the ceiling and the barrier of the Primordial Chaos Array. Dark clouds, gathering lightning and gales, formed a huge, visible black vortex in the sky, as if it were a black hole that would swallow everything alive.

The ground trembled, and the dissipating black mist formed running black dogs. A death messenger emerged from the darkness, and tens of thousands of wild hunters poured out from the collapsed ground beneath the central hall.

The barking of black dogs, the neighing of warhorses, the murmurs of messengers, and the cheers of the wild hunters blended together into a frenzied shout, welcoming the return of the underground king.

"Immortal! Immortal! Immortal!"

Crimson lightning and storms formed staircases leading to the vast, domed void, where the resurrected King of the Wild Hunt, riding on nightmares, embarked on his journey back to the mortal realm.

Meanwhile, outside Bethlehem Mental Hospital, on the outskirts of London.

The Knight King Artoria, who was dealing with the scene, suddenly turned around and looked at the crimson and black light that stretched across the sky in central London, as if opening the gates of hell. Her pale golden pupils contracted sharply.

They actually hid inside the city!

Shinjuku, Japan

Wearing a black leather jacket and hot pants, standing on a Yamaha

Before the heavy cruiser, the blonde motorcycle girl subconsciously turned around from the stall, gazing at the sky of her homeland as if sensing something, her eyes momentarily dazed.

That is……

pat!

Lost in thought, a crepe slipped from the girl's fair hand and fell to the ground.

"Hey, you cold-blooded woman, what do you mean? Even if you don't want to eat, you can't waste food. I'm paying for this meal!"

A dragon witch with short silver hair and golden eyes standing nearby was annoyed by the situation.

"Hey, you arsonist, what are you yelling about? I just did it by accident! I'll just have another one!"

Awakened from her daze, Black Saber glared at Jeanne d'Arc Alter beside her and rolled her eyes.

Jeanne Alter responded with a cold laugh and refused without any politeness.

"Buy it yourself! Don't even think about spending my money!"

"Tch, fine, buy it yourself then, but pay me back the rent!"

"Why should I? I paid for the water and electricity this month!"

"I paid for most of the takeout!"

"What about that dog's food? I've fed it for you more than ten times!"

"Kavas II! It has a name!"

"I don't care what it's called, just pay me back!"

"You've touched the one I raised, haven't you?"

The two roommates, each feeling they had been taken advantage of, argued and bickered all the way, creating a rather intense atmosphere that added a touch of noise to the otherwise peaceful night.

At this moment, inside a large department store in London.

"If this level of power to kill were to leak out, all ordinary people in London would die!"

Seeing the barrier broken, Samael roared with righteous indignation.

"Quick! Attack together!"

"You don't have to say that!"

Rin Tohsaka, filled with resentment, threw out handfuls of various colored gems, gathering magical power, and shot them towards the King of the Wild Hunt.

This guy, of all times, had to come and cause trouble just when they were about to catch him.

If it weren't for the recent spate of ghost riots in London, she would have seriously suspected that this woman and the guy behind her were having some kind of illicit affair.

Although Samael was very familiar with this face, it would be a real injustice to say that the two had any illicit affair.

In reality, he and Morgan only quelled the plagues of beasts, dragons, and insects back then. The final plague of the Wild Hunt was suppressed by the Holy Lance Goddess Artoria. Samael indeed had no direct contact with the Wild Hunt King who was causing trouble in the North.

The coincidental timing of his awakening was due to a group of gods fighting in the mall, and the surge of divine power naturally awakened the sleeping King of the Wild Hunt ahead of schedule.

Luvia unintentionally created this great altar, and everyone was involved in the brawl, so even if the blame is to be divided, it can't all be pinned on Samael.

Of course, the women who were furious at the moment didn't care about any of that; they just wanted to deliver a righteous blow to the troublemakers who had rushed over to cause trouble.

In an instant, Ereshkigal, Aoko, and Themis, united in their hatred of the enemy, attacked one after another, their ruthless actions carrying a hint of personal grudges.

Meanwhile, Lydel, Rani, Ayaka Sajou, and other magicians, though a step behind, also followed suit, driven by their sense of justice.

However, as everyone stepped forward to collectively attack the god of the wild hunt, a previously righteous figure was hiding in the shadows, silently retreating.

What a load of crap!

With this lineup, let alone a resurrected Goddess of Death, even two more would be easy prey.

Although these tigresses always prioritize important matters and are very measured, once they've dealt with the King of the Wild Hunt, it'll probably be his turn next.

If we don't run now, when will we?

While keeping the women focused on what was ahead, Samael muttered to himself as he retreated, found a spot, grabbed Gray, and prepared to run away without hesitation.

However, just as the snake turned to run away, the young apprentice he was dragging suddenly took the initiative, grabbed his right hand, raised his sickle, and looked solemn.

"Teacher, let's do it together!"

Caught off guard, Samael was swept forward and successfully squeezed into the first row of the charge, instantly becoming the focus of attention among the women.

Samael looked at the densely packed hordes of hunters surging towards him, and the excited young apprentices, and felt as if he were about to cry.

What terrible things have I done...?

There was no other way; the scum snake, having been pulled back, had no choice but to go with the flow and charge forward alongside Gray.

Bang bang bang!

At that moment, the gems imbued with Ishtar's divine power exploded like a rain of flowers, and the Wild Hunt in its path fell in large numbers like wheat under a scythe.

As the impact drew near, the King of the Wild Hunt, who had ascended the Stairway of Light, was forced to halt and raise his gun to intercept it.

"Maanna, now!"

Seeing the King of the Wild Hunt react to the bait, Rin Tohsaka smirked and suddenly shouted and waved her hand.

Suddenly, a series of light patterns floated in the air, and the Sky Boat Maana, hidden in the shadows, shot out a light arrow that had been waiting in the air.

"puff!"

The arrow pierced the air with lightning speed, striking the target's shoulder directly.

But the next second, the light arrow passed through the body without any resistance and plunged deep into the marble slab behind it.

Empty? How could that be?

Rin Tohsaka was taken aback by the sight.

"she is

"A being of the concept of death, bound to the land of Britain, without substantial flesh and blood; to kill her, one would first have to sever the entire spiritual veins of Britain!"

Samael, who quickly saw through the essence of the matter, spoke in deep thought, his eyes filled with understanding.

As expected, the original Morrigan had already perished, and the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City ripped away her remaining personality, splitting it into a more human-like side—Alterac Valley.

For now, this King of the Wild Hunt is merely a phantom operating in the form of Artoria, an aggregate encompassing the concepts of Morrigan's divinity and authority.

Indeed, the Lion King Artoria defeated this opponent a thousand years ago, but Britain, as the final battlefield of the Covenant War, contains countless remains of gods and monsters.

In reality, this shopping mall, which served as an altar, merely acted as a medium.

The immense aura of death was difficult to eradicate and had accumulated underground for a long time. Naturally, it inevitably converged on the King of the Wild Hunt. Even without this marketplace, there would be other natural altars that would summon her back to the surface.

This is probably the truth behind the recent turmoil in Britain.

"Can't kill him? What do we do then?"

Upon hearing this, Ai Lei immediately felt a headache coming on.

As a fellow deity belonging to the realm of death, she naturally understood the difficulty of dealing with this ancient god before her.

Death is an indispensable concept in this world, closely linked to the earth.

Moreover, this is Britain, the final battlefield of the Covenant War, and the burial place of countless gods and monsters.

Even if you defeat her a thousand times, she can still replenish herself and recover.

"I have a plan, let's break her up first!"

Samael swept his spear across, smashing dozens of wild hunters to pieces, and then fell into a solemn silence.

"Embracing the Spirit Peak, the Saddle of the Underworld!"

"Mountains are awe-inspiring, stars are shining!"

"Everything is correct, but order has collapsed!"

"To cling to attachment is to wither away; that is to have no love at all!"

"Because of the evil consequences of your crimes, the sword of punishment will fall upon you!"

Immediately, Ereshkigal, Rin Tohsaka, Sakura Tohsaka, Aoko Aozaki, and Themis all attacked in unison, launching a brutal and concentrated assault on the King of the Wild Hunt in the center of the hall.

In an instant, the hall was swept across by streams of colorful ethereal light. The mighty, genuine Celtic Goddess of Death, along with her entire army, was instantly vaporized under the combined onslaught of the three major pantheons of ancient Babylon, Greece, and India, as well as a magician.

All that remained at the scene was a writhing, coalescing mass of red and black light mist.

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At the same time, Samael slowly raised his right hand, bent his fingers forward, and solemnly chanted.

"My company kills, my company lives."

What I am wounded, I will heal.

Anointed and branded for your sins.

Eternal life is given by death.

Forgiveness is in the present moment, I swear by my flesh…

As the sacred words were recited, a drop of golden-red blood drifted from the fingertip and merged into the red-black mist.

In an instant, the mist surged violently, bones and flesh solidified, and a living body rapidly wove into shape according to the outline of the King of the Wild Hunt's soul, completely absorbing the dissipated divine nature of death within it.

Get it!

As the body swallowed the last wisp of black mist and fell gracefully, Samael leaped forward, grabbed an outer garment, and draped it over her body to conceal her alluring figure.

"This is your so-called solution?"

Rin Tohsaka stared at the shapely King of the Wild Hunt in Samael's arms, her brows furrowed and she snorted coldly.