"What a sour taste..."

The scorching lion's paw trampled the red waves, its fiery tail stirring layers of hot waves. A solemn male lion stood in the center of the flickering flames, silently chewing on human flesh in its mouth.

The horrifying temperature spread from the cracked earth, viciously entangling the roots of trees and flowers, biting like a wolf or tiger. The fiery heat mixed with the breeze like a heavy epidemic, quickly yellowing the green leaves and fresh flowers. Even the lion's bark made a squeaking sound as it peeled off piece by piece due to excessive dryness.

However, none of this caused any trace of magical fluctuations. The male lion created the terrifying scene solely based on its outrageous body temperature.

Its tongue groped around and hooked out the badge on the piece of flesh in its mouth. The male lion spat out the already deformed body from its mouth.

"With this, I have almost collected all the badges."

This vicious beast that seemed to have come out of hell is our Samael.

Unfortunately, she had no idea about the fingerprint marks on the badges. She didn't listen carefully when the rules of the competition were explained from the beginning.

This led her to mindlessly collect the badges from the competitors.

She even thought it was more efficient to collect badges from the participants rather than the prey.

"Is it Lady Samael?"

"Or Lord Mammon?"

A woman dressed in black armor broke through the scorching heat, standing before this towering beast spanning several meters in height and tens of meters in length, speaking calmly.

"No... Lord Mammon wouldn't do something so foolish."

"So, it must be Lady Samael, right?"

The woman adjusted the noble knight sword hanging from her waist. With her shiny black panther-like fur armor, a menacing gleam erupted from the joints of her armor, accompanied by the sound of silver bells.

The sound of the bells contained a righteous aura, the best business card for a soldier.

"You recognize me..."

The giant beast split its mouth and laughed, carefully examining the woman, taking light steps around her.

"For ten years, I drifted freely amidst the river of time..."

"Hidden in the sand, immersed in the glimmer."

"And now you're telling me that someone still knows me..."

"It really does make it hard to part..."

Muscles on Samael's entire body tensed, her dangerous vertical pupils intensely staring at the woman in front of her.

"I should kill you."

Samael opened her horrifying bloody mouth, the crimson gums trembling slightly, as if the oppressive force of devouring the world intimidated the woman.

"Are you sure about that... Lord Samael?"

"If my magical fluctuations attract Lord Oedipus, things won't end easily."

"Why not come back with me now, before it's too late."

"Try to persuade Lord Oedipus to be lenient."

Samael paused her front paw, and the dry soil beneath her feet was instantly infused with a fierce vitality, gradually turning red and transforming into a liquid.

"She's not going to come."

"Her magic would also wake Jade up, wouldn't it."

"It's you."

"Why did Oedipus only send you, looking down on me?"

Seeing the woman fall silent, Samael didn't say much. He spread his four legs and dashed towards the woman. Filled with rage, he seemed to bring thunder and lightning, charging towards the woman with endless momentum.

With a loud rumble, a thunderous sound of destruction, several large trees, enough to encircle dozens of people, collapsed one after another, turning the scene into a sea of fire.

Samael sniffed with his elongated nose. The annoying smell on the woman had already moved a hundred meters away.

"Lord Oedipus sent me because he trusts my strength and my unwavering loyalty."

"Moreover, I am the most skilled in dealing with monsters in the entire army."

A burst of rock mud exploded like firecrackers on Manchester's body, covering her completely.

"I am Colonel Manchester, the Broken Army of Crotto City."

"Conquer and suppress, invincible in battle."

"When children hear my name, they stop crying, and enemy soldiers lose their courage."

"All the generals warned, be careful of the gray horse with a sickle..."

The mask of rock mud slowly climbed onto the woman's face, tightly wrapping her entire body, while a thin, long and narrow sickle gradually extended from her hand.

Under her, an ill-formed gray warhorse let out a piercing neigh, and many strands of magical energy connected Manchester and her horse. This ferocious sight would surely terrify any ordinary person.

It can be seen that this type of horse is not a living creature, but a variation of a magician's hand that Manchester must sustain with magic and must grow on her own body.

At this point, Samael no longer spoke, rushing towards Manchester, leaving a path of devastation behind, where not even a blade of grass grew.

However, the woman on the horse was not only extremely fast, but also exceptionally skilled in horsemanship, always narrowly avoiding Samael's impact at the last moment.

Her huge sickle seemed weightless, with its two to three-meter curved blade hooking and slashing, easily leaving some shallow wounds on Samael's body.

[Strange, why can't my flames harm her?]

[In theory, no matter who it is, as long as they fight against an angel for a long time, their life force will naturally be dried up by flames.]

[Does she often fight against powerful angels?]

Samael's eyes narrowed and he gathered his strength.

She knows my identity, and using dropbacks consumes too much magic power.

Better to take a desperate gamble.

Another clash, Manchester waved her sickle, cutting a huge wound on Samael.

But this time, the wound didn't heal as quickly as the previous two times. Instead, numerous disgusting tentacles grew out of it. The tentacles quickly shot out, appearing as if they were about to tear Manchester into pieces.

This time, Manchester didn't resort to evasive tactics but turned and fled.

Samael didn't hesitate at all and immediately chased after her. Everywhere he passed, the ground was scorched by lava, leaving behind a long stretch of barren land.

"Oedipus's lackey! You..."

Just as it seemed like he couldn't catch up, Samael was interrupted in his outburst of anger by a harpoon suddenly shooting out from the roadside bushes.

Although the harpoons could not penetrate Samael's body, their sheer number proved formidable. Hundreds of harpoons were launched from the nail guns anchored to the ground, their fishlines tightly binding Samael, immobilizing him completely.