Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Fuyuki City, the Doll House.

Irisviel took a sip of black tea to moisten her dry throat, looked up at the figures gathered there, and solemnly spoke.

"Everyone, do you understand where we're going and what we're going to do?"

"London! They're poaching people!"

The crowd was in high spirits and shouted slogans concisely.

Among them are Medea, Medusa, and Taiga Fujimura, all dressed in office lady attire;

There are Bazett, Liselle, and Sera, who work in maid outfits;

There's a doll shop owner named Aozaki Touko, who's smoking a cigarette and carrying a steel pipe;

There are two True Ancestors, Arcueid and Arcturus, dressed in Gothic attire with crimson eyes;

There are magical girl elementary school students Illya and Miyu Sakuzuki, pulling out battle cards and waving their wands...

In short, they are all talented individuals.

Clearly, even in Samael's absence, Irisviel had already taken the opportunity to build up a large team.

At this moment, seeing the fighting spirit and high spirits of everyone present, the wife, who was the instigator, waved her hand forward with great momentum.

"set off!"

Immediately, the assembled women soldiers filed out and marched in a grand procession toward Fuyuki Airport.

The flapping of a butterfly's wings can unleash a storm that sweeps across the world.

The conquerors, who comprised almost all of the ten great ages of gods and came from all the nations of the six continents, unanimously gathered their forces and headed to Lentinion to participate in this grand event!

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Hand Holding the Cigarette Trembled

Meanwhile, at 10 Downing Street, the Prime Minister's office, in Lentinion.

The starlight stream from the fully activated Holy Sword tore through the dark clouds in the sky, stripped the sun and moon of their brilliance, and became the most dazzling light, proclaiming to the world the present location of miracles and holiness.

Done!

Unable to stop them in time, Samael sensed thousands of familiar auras advancing from land, sea, and air, converging on Britain. The lust that had just been ignited by the allure of the uniform instantly extinguished, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and he shrunk completely.

Even the strongest kidneys can't withstand such intense treatment.

Or, we could use mobile warfare to defeat them one by one?

and so……

Eastward advance?

Retreat to the west?

Heading south?

Or head north?

Just as the ancient serpent, holding the tablet of destiny, still harbored a sliver of hope and considered how to implement a targeted strategy, the turmoil around the world continued to intensify.

The old and new covenants suspended in mid-air seemed to understand their master's thoughts and projected new magical projections.

Mesopotamia, Jerusalem.

A lush, brand-new sky garden rises from the ground, its eleven black panels unfolding like wings. Intricate magic arrays constantly transform and absorb the ether in the air, providing the magic to operate and propel this extremely luxurious temple of the gods.

The rebuilt Hanging Gardens of Gardens no longer carries the word "vanity." Its shadows even shroud the entire Mesopotamia, resembling a divine kingdom suspended in the sky.

The believers who witnessed the miracle either kissed the Quran and bowed their heads in prayer, or excitedly sang the Sumerian epic, or recited the Ten Commandments, all together revering this greatness and glory.

Since the arrival of God's court, angels from the temple and demons from hell have poured into the war-torn Middle East, a land suffering greatly from hardship.

People often say that the human world is a war between heaven and hell.

With the appearance of angels and demons, they initially thought this would be another bloody storm.

However, what they actually saw was—

Light and darkness go hand in hand, black and white stand side by side.

Angels are responsible for spreading the gospel, and demons are responsible for judging sin; they are both the cornerstones for rebuilding order.

In just a few months, all the warlords and factions were wiped out by the powerful intervention of the angels and demons.

Those with blood on their hands are dragged down to hell in flames; the cowardly flock sees the dawn.

The Queen from Eden brought judgment, cleansed the land of its sins, rebuilt a peaceful nation, and protected the innocent flock.

Everything is the will of God.

On the deck, the Assyrian empress stood facing the wind, her palm open, gazing at the pure white feather in her hand, a look of intoxication in her eyes.

As the air currents stirred, the angel's feather was about to float away. Just as the feather was about to slip out of her control, Semiramis clenched her fingers together and grasped all her possessions back into her palm, repeating this several times.

Despite the tedious nature of the game, the dignified Assyrian empress seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, the intoxication in her eyes gradually replaced by a hint of playful mockery.

Beside her, Ryori Adano gazed at the outer perimeter of the Sky Garden, where rows of radiant war angels, clad in fiery armor and standing in mid-air with varying numbers of wings slowly flapping behind them, and hellish dragon riders riding two-legged dragons and clad in heavy black armor, their lips twitching slightly.

So, who is truly unable to escape whose grasp?

Fortunately, the boss eventually suppressed his little pleasure of playing with feathers and turned to ask.

How much longer do we have?

"It will take about two hours."

Ryori Adano estimated the speed of the Sky Garden and answered truthfully.

"It seems we'll be seeing Samael soon. I wonder if he's had a second growth spurt after all this time?"

In a pavilion on one side, the goddess Shamhat, with her long green hair flowing down her shoulders, rested her chin on one hand, her smile both holy and alluring, while she used the other hand to estimate the size in the air, like a logically rigorous scholar.

"Although he has always refused to let me examine his body, based on my questioning of the person last time and my visual assessment of the clothing outline, there was at least..."

"boom!"

But before this seasoned driver could reveal the answer, an expensive laptop slammed down on Shamhat's head, abruptly ending her revelation.

"Sorry, teacher, she's drunk again. I'll take her to sober up."

High Priestess Siduri gracefully and politely put down the laptop, now only containing the keyboard, and without a word, dragged Shamhat to the backyard.

At first, Semiramis and Rin could see that Shamhat's limbs seemed to be twitching slightly, and that he was showing signs of waking up.

However, as Siduri deliberately turned onto the rugged section of the road, the humanoid object, which kept bumping and scraping against the steps and the floor, was dragged along, leaving a gruesome bloody trail, and eventually went silent.

Seeing the miserable state of a certain veteran driver, Ryori Adashino and Semiramis couldn't help but shudder.

Indeed, she is a woman who could awaken the tyrant Gilgamesh, pacify the new generation of Enkidu, the Chains of Heaven, assist that wicked serpent in Eden, and even stop Lucifer (Ishtar) from acting recklessly...

For a priestess to reach this level is already an exception to the rules.

As the high priestess Siduri rose and left, Semiramis and Ryori, who had been stunned, finally managed to recover from the oppressive atmosphere.

To cover up her earlier embarrassment, the Assyrian queen coughed lightly and turned to look behind her.

"Quiet Hassan, is there any news from the Eagle's Nest or the Brotherhood regarding that person?"

"According to the latest intelligence, it seems that Lord Enkidu went to the Far East three days ago based on clues."

A clear, melodious whisper echoed, and from behind, a slight movement of air caused a short-haired girl with purple hair, draped in black gauze and wearing a white bone mask, to quietly appear. She paused for a moment, then added more words.

"However, it seems that Lord Enkidu intentionally concealed his whereabouts, so after entering the Far East, he disappeared. So far, the Assassins scattered throughout the Far East have not found any news about him or King Gilgamesh."

After speaking, the gentle and quiet Jingmi nodded slightly, looking somewhat defeated.

"I'm sorry, this is my dereliction of duty."

"Don't be so self-deprecating. If they want to hide, how easy is it to find them? Besides, even if those two meet, they probably don't want us to disturb them while they're catching up."

Semiramis waved her hand dismissively, her eyes still smiling.

"Anyway, according to the agreement, Lord Enkidu is responsible for finding the whereabouts of King Gilgamesh, while we need to invite the other wise king and the goddesses back to Paradise Lost to restore the glory of Mesopotamia. As for the process, let them do as they please."

Jingmi nodded gently, then looked at the golden tree-shaped light with its branches waving in the distance, as if afraid that others would not know where the sacred site was, and asked the question that had been on her mind.

"Since Lord Enkidu and King Gilgamesh have both concealed their whereabouts, why did Lord Samael make the effort to reveal himself?"

"How would I know?" Semiramis rolled her eyes, then glanced at the unease on Jingmi's face, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Maybe she's missing you?"

"Where?!"

Unable to bear the teasing silence, he hurriedly waved his hand, his cheeks flushed red. In this situation, the dignified Hassan was like a shy little rabbit.

Seeing this, Semiramis's mocking expression deepened.

This short trip seems to be going to be quite interesting.

Seeing that tranquility had become unbearable, the Assyrian empress, not intending to exhaust her resources, gently waved her hand, temporarily avoiding this amusing topic, and offered a reminder.

"Alright, it's getting late. Let's get ready. We're here to report to that lord."

"Okay! I'll go prepare right away!"

Upon hearing this high-sounding reason, the previously timid Jingmi nodded emphatically, hurriedly fled the scene, and went into her room to diligently begin organizing the documents.

In a small town in Norway, Scandinavia.

Strands of golden light descended from the sky, piercing through the thin clouds and refracting into the beautiful and magnificent aurora borealis.

The silver-haired female hunter, who was selecting ingredients at a street stall, glanced at the strange phenomenon above her head amidst the astonishment of the vendors and residents. She then frowned and pulled her constantly vibrating cell phone out of her pocket.

When the silver-haired hunter saw the contents of her phone screen and the long string of numbers at the end, she couldn't help but smile. She quickly picked up the paper bag, grabbed the black-haired, black-eyed waiter next to her, and hurriedly got into the car.

"Gerda, we're back!"

Fifteen minutes later, the dashing silver-haired female hunter, carrying two large paper bags full of ingredients, rushed into a quiet little courtyard overgrown with vines and flowers.

"Sister Natalia!"

Upon seeing the silver-haired female hunter enter, a blonde girl with green eyes, about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a light green dress, jumped off the swing with great joy and rushed forward to take a paper bag, wanting to help.

However, the paper bag was surprisingly heavy, and the girl almost fell to the ground before she could react.

"I'll do it."

At that moment, another half-closed door opened, and a black-haired, black-eyed adult woman with a cold face and a military-like demeanor reached out her arms to catch the falling paper bag.

However, despite her cheerful and outgoing appearance, Gerda possessed a strong will and stubbornness at heart. With a sweet smile, she decisively declined the helping hand offered to her.

"No need, I can manage, Aunt Wumi."

"..."

Hisayuu Maiya stood still, not saying a word, but the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

The child is adorable, but unfortunately, he has a mouth.

However, this is unavoidable; ordinary people are destined to be unable to compete with special species like succubi hybrids in terms of lifespan and the speed of aging.

"Sister Natalia, why did you and Aunt Maimi buy so much stuff today? We're afraid we won't be able to finish it all in a few days..."

"Then keep it and eat it slowly. Anyway, there's a refrigerator here that can keep it fresh for a long time. If you don't know how to use it, ask your Aunt Wumi to teach you before she leaves."

Natalia reached out and pinched the blonde girl's cheek, answering with a smile, without correcting the error in addressing her by seniority.

After all, a woman's age and weight are often a mystery.

Who wouldn't like to feel younger?

Faced with her teacher's deliberate attempt to appear younger than her age, the taciturn Kuyu Maiya could only twitch her lips and accept her newfound status as an "auntie."

Fortunately, the little girl was very clever and gleaned more important information from Natalia's words.

"Leave? You're leaving?"

"Yes, we've got work to do. We'll probably have to go out for a while."

Natalia chuckled and nodded, her face beaming as she spoke.

"This is a big deal! Once we finish this order, we can live off it for a long time."

Gerda, a young girl standing in front of the garden, felt a little downcast upon hearing the news, and hesitated several times before speaking.

"Don't worry, it's just a trip to London, I'll be back soon."

Natalia gently rubbed Gerda's drooping head, laughing heartily in comfort.