Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"and many more!"

However, just as the two of them lifted their legs, a cold voice echoed in their ears from behind.

Instantly, Arong and Sei Shonagon froze in place, trembling.

Am I going to get beaten up again?

Upon realizing this, the two girls instinctively covered their heads, looking utterly dejected.

"Why are you running? Take her with you..."

Samael pointed to Oda Nobunaga, who was still foaming at the mouth on the ground, and looked at the two new employees in front of him who were shivering. Even his voice was filled with a sense of dejection and weakness.

These teammates, who don't seem very bright, are really exhausting to lead.

"oh oh!"

Finally, Arong and Sei Shonagon, realizing what had happened, quickly lifted Oda Nobunaga up and down, and fled the scene.

Watching the three clumsy little ones safely evacuate, Samael breathed a sigh of relief, and his depressed mood eased considerably.

Sure enough, I couldn't carry the team; it's better to go it alone.

Having made up his mind, Samael walked through the corpses of the Tengu and headed towards the gun tower wreathed in lightning.

As he had expected, along the way, in addition to the chaos caused by the demons that had broken into the city, the heroic spirits who had been exposed to the darkness for a long time and had absorbed too much alien magic power also began to go mad.

Once Samael encounters one, he will not hesitate to kill the demons along the way, save the attacked humans, knock out the berserk heroic spirits, and then throw both of them into a protective triangle that he has casually drawn in a nearby building, isolating them separately.

During this time, he discovered another problem.

Compared to Heroic Spirits, humans, who are also exposed to the darkness, show virtually no signs of mutation.

Based on the various signs he knew, Samael had a vague idea of ​​the reason.

Heroic Spirits are essentially materialized spiritual entities; they are most sensitive to and most easily affected by changes in the nature of magic.

Because ether is their alternative form of flesh and blood.

But humans are different. They are still living beings in the ordinary sense. Magic is just a more convenient tool and it is difficult to change the nature of their bodies in essence.

Even if it were possible, it would be a much longer process.

Therefore, the shogunate forbids heroic spirits from going out at night, but does not impose such strict restrictions on humans.

As these clues were basically sorted out and connected in his mind, Samael stopped in front of the gun turret.

Because the city was in complete chaos, he spent a full fifteen minutes walking this route, which should have taken only a few minutes, in order to solve the problems he encountered along the way.

But, not bad.

It seems that there are no major problems with the gun turret.

"Boom!"

Just as Samael was feeling relieved, a series of deafening thunderclaps ripped through the dark night sky.

A series of incredibly powerful purplish-red arcs of light transformed into furious dragons, roaring as they crashed into the top of the gun turret.

Along with it, a majestic and chilling female voice rang out beneath the lightning.

"Bull King's Power - Raging Roar Soars to the Heavens!"

Chapter Fifty-Two: Quickly go and invite the Buddha!

A fierce wind howled across the sky, and arcs of light flickered.

The crimson dragon, carrying the force of thunder, crushed towards the top of the gun turret.

As the lightning struck, the sky seemed to collapse and the earth toppled, as if the entire dome was crumbling and sinking.

Tomoe Gozen, who was the first to be hit, felt as if she were in the bottom of a deep sea. The bricks and stones under her feet turned into dust, and her capillaries burst open with blood mist because they could not withstand the pressure. The blood-red flames burning on her body gradually flickered, like a candle in the wind. Even her proud war bow shattered inch by inch.

To be fair, among the Heroic Spirits, Tomoe Gozen's level is indeed remarkable.

However, compared to Ushi-Gozen, the strongest mysterious assassin of the Heian period and the incarnation of the Ox-Headed King, she is far inferior.

The gap in strength cannot be bridged by mere brute force.

Even so, Tomoe Gozen did not move an inch, leaning on her naginata, trying to straighten her bent back in a final act of resistance.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, you are overestimating your own strength and will turn to dust!"

The cold voice suddenly rose in pitch, and the famous sword Onikiri was swung forward through the air. The purplish-red dragon roared and crashed towards the top of the tower with an unstoppable pressure.

Just as the raging lightning was about to obliterate the swaying figure on the top floor of the tower, a pair of slender, fair hands plunged into the fierce lightning and swung down in a crisscross pattern.

"Stab!"

With the sound of tearing cloth, the raging dragon, transformed from the majestic heavenly power, was ripped in two by a pair of suddenly appearing hands, just like a chicken being torn apart on a chopping board.

In an instant, the crimson lightning, now free of its sustenance, exploded in the sky, transforming into long snakes that slithered and moved through the night.

"Not too early, not too late, just in time."

Samael clapped his hands, exhaled a long breath, and looked up at the purple-haired, purple-eyed figure in the thunderclouds and the bull demon at her feet, his eyes flashing.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu?

No, it should be Ugly Gozen now, the other side of Ox-Headed Heavenly King.

It seems that the "fall" of Heroic Spirits is real.

Before Samael could continue to ponder, Ugly Queen, high above in the air, looked down at the uninvited guest who had appeared on the top floor of the tower, her delicate eyebrows raised.

"Another one?"

"You're quite good, worthy of my full strength!" Ushi-Gozen nodded slightly in approval, while gripping the hilt of her sword tightly with both hands, slowly raising Onikiri, her crimson lips moving as she uttered, "Ox King's Thunder Summoning - The Net of Heaven is Vast!"

In an instant, the surging lightning, drawn by the incantation and the battle blade, gathered around the graceful figure, and bolts of lightning struck down like an interwoven electric net.

Amidst the flashes of lightning, four figures emerged from the divine cries—one wielding an axe, one with a bow, one with a spear, and one with a knife—and swiftly attacked the uninvited guest on the top floor of the tower.

Lightning freezes the image?

Samael's eyes showed a hint of surprise. Faced with the relentless onslaught of axe blades, arrows, spear tips, and swords, his body moved like a leaf in the autumn wind, its trajectory unpredictable.

No matter how fierce and cold the autumn wind is, how desolate it is, it cannot do anything to the drifting, unpredictable fallen leaves.

However, as long as we can trap the other side, that's enough!

As the figure on the top floor of the tower was gradually locked in a fixed area by the projection of four bolts of lightning, Ushi no Gozen, who was in mid-air, gathered lightning around her, her eyes flashing with divine light, and her battle sword, which had accumulated to the extreme, slashed through the air with a cold roar.

"The wrath of the gods, the thunder of Indra!"

In an instant, a torrent of lightning descended from the sky, like a giant hand crushing ants.

Indra? Oh, I remember now, Indra.

Samael's thoughts raced for a moment before he finally retrieved the name of the god, which he had almost forgotten, from a remote database.

It's not that this deity is of low status or unknown.

On the contrary, he holds a prominent position and has an extraordinary background in Hinduism.

Indra, also known as the Heavenly Emperor, whose full name is Indra, means "the ruler of all the gods in the heavens," or "the Heavenly Emperor."

Indra is short for Him, meaning "King, Conqueror, Victor."

In Hinduism, His titles include "King of the Gods," "King of the Universe," "Generous," "Merciful," "Drinker of Soma," "Holder of the Vajra," "Ruler," "Killer of Vritra," "Son of Might," "General of the Guards of Marata," "Friend," "Giver," and so on.

In theory, such a revered deity, adorned with numerous buffs, should be widely known.

Unfortunately, whether in Hinduism or later Buddhism, this Heavenly Emperor is a weekly boss who suffers greatly from all sides and is often used by various gods to gain reputation.

The main reason is...

In Hinduism, the three primordial gods are Brahma, the creator and originator, who frequently manifests; Vishnu, the god of order, who routinely comes to the rescue; and Shiva, the god of destruction, who has a wide following. With these three powerful figures riding on his head and overseeing things daily, Indra, although still regarded as the king of gods and the ruler of the heavens, is actually in a subordinate position and doesn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Over time, the various races came to realize the true nature of this Heavenly Emperor—strong on the outside but weak on the inside—and he gradually became the object of ridicule, repeatedly suffering humiliation from immortals, hermits, and demons.

Even a passing dog can get stepped on.

In order to preserve his throne, Indra had to humbly seek help from Shiva, Brahma, and Vishnu whenever disaster struck, leading a rather miserable life.

Samael quickly reviewed the divine life of this Indra, the Heavenly Emperor, in his mind, and couldn't help but recall that famous Chinese meme.

"Quickly, go and invite the Buddha!"

And, a certain Jade Emperor, with his butt sticking out, shivering under the table.

He strongly suspected that this scene was extracted and artistically adapted from Indra's tragic experiences.

Is it the thunder of Indra?

The once mighty Hindu deity, with the rise of Buddhism, not only became a gatekeeper of a realm, but eventually even fell into the abyss of becoming a garden god in Kyoto, truly losing all his prestige as he went along.

Samael snapped out of his reverie, looked up at the cascading crimson lightning, a hint of mockery in his eyes, and casually murmured as he raised his fingers to make a grasping motion behind him.

"Borrow the sword and use it!"

Instantly, Tomoe Gozen's sword (in Japanese, swords and sabers are often used interchangeably) rang out of its sheath and fell automatically into Samael's hand.

With the katana in hand, the ancient serpent, who had previously focused more on defense than offense, closed his eyes and weighed the katana in his hand. When he opened his eyes again, his aura suddenly changed, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, radiating a fierce edge.

This sword must be used to strike!

In an instant, his arm swung, the blade flashed diagonally, and the crescent-shaped blade light tore through the torrent of thunder pouring down from the night sky with unstoppable force, and then struck Ushi no Gozen in mid-air with undiminished momentum.

Ugly Queen's expression changed drastically, and she instinctively held her sword to her chest.

Crimson lightning and golden sword light intertwined and collided, forming a colorful ball of light, like a sun rising slowly in the night.

"boom!"

In an instant, the compressed ball of light exploded, and the four split lightning shadows were annihilated, while a level twelve gale arose in the center.

In an instant, walls collapsed and houses crumbled, and demons, heroic spirits, and humans alike fled in panic from the heart of the battle.

It seems like we've gone a bit too far.

Samael glanced down at the messy ground, frowned slightly, and casually tossed the battle sword aside.

The moment the hilt detached from the ancient serpent's palm, the longsword, now without support, turned to dust in the wind.

"puff!"

At the same time, Ushi no Gozen, who was in mid-air, also dropped her long sword, trembled, and knelt down on one knee. Her face was deathly pale, and a clump of black blood mixed with fragments spurted from her mouth.

Beneath the shattered armor, flashing arcs of electricity danced uncontrollably across her fair skin, constantly causing stinging pain.

Clearly, the leader of the hundred demons was seriously injured in this battle.

But at least he's not dead.

Perhaps she is the one who can resolve some of the doubts that have been accumulating in my mind.

Samael's eyes flashed, and he leaped from the top of the tower, reaching out to grab the kneeling Ugly Queen in the clouds, trying to bring this battle to a complete end as soon as possible.

However, the moment he rose into the air, a strange, unsettling gaze from the darkness made him feel as if he were being pricked by thorns.

Samael instinctively looked up and was horrified to see a pair of blood-red eyes the size of lanterns in the darkness.

As their eyes met, a series of strange sounds and phenomena followed, including falling leaves, flowing stones, the neighing of cows, and the howling of horses, causing Samael to freeze in place.

At the same time, two pitch-black limbs, each tens of meters long, suddenly broke through the darkness of the night and crashed down with a sharp rumble of thunder.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the earth shook violently, and rubble fell from the top of the tower. The solidification spell of the entire gun tower flickered, and the interior of the building teetered on the brink of collapse.

"Roar!"

A roar like muffled thunder echoed outwards, and a ferocious bull's head emerged from the night, its scarlet eyes gazing down at the ravaged tower top, a fierce glint in its eyes, along with a hint of excited savagery.

"Two sides of the same coin? So you're not a Berserker, but a Rider!"

However, a deep sound came from below the pincers. The bull demon's pupils contracted sharply, and it subconsciously poured all its strength into its front pincers, pressing down with all its might, trying to crush the dangerous presence on the top floor of the tower.

No matter how much force the bull demon exerted, its forelimbs, which had been smashed against the top of the tower, not only did not fall further, but were instead lifted inch by inch.

Click~!

Amidst the cracking sound of bones and shells being forcibly broken, a pair of dark eyes slightly lifted, looking at the monster that was almost taller than the gun turret, a sneer appearing on its face.

"You want to wrestle with me? Are you serious?"