Wrong, my skills refresh every week

The cadres laughed arrogantly, as if they were happy to see the arrogant tyrant suffer a setback.

But the gods sitting on the thrones had different expressions.

They kept their eyes on the man with short black hair like Hades, who also lowered his eyes and looked at Chardo in confusion.

"Chardo, can you briefly describe the battle situation at that time? Who was your opponent?"

Chardo opened his eyes, hesitated to speak, and finally looked at Alfia next door...

As if noticing the gaze, Alfia tilted her head and frowned...

No, why are you looking at me? It's not like I lost the fight!

Chapter 95 Alfia: You're looking for death

"My compatriots, why are you unwilling to speak up? Is it so difficult for you to talk about losing to a rising star?" The orc priest Basram shouted.

Chardo's scarred face flashed with displeasure: "Correction, I did not lose to her. Instead, I chose to conserve my strength for the final battle that day."

"Then why don't you even want to mention the title of loser to us!" Vareta sneered.

"It's noisy."

Sensing Chardo's frequent glances, Alfia finally opened her eyes, and a strange death knell rang. Shocks and vibrations swept across the room, leaving a trail of powder on the ground.

On the wall, Basram's body slowly fell and collapsed to the ground.

“One hit and…” The Dis sisters instantly put away their playful expressions, and a rare look of fear appeared on their faces.

Valetta sneered: "Hey, hey, you already have such a big advantage, but you are still dragging your feet and causing internal strife. Teammates like you should just die sooner."

As a cunning military strategist of the dark faction recognized by Finn, Varetta would not be foolish enough to force out his biggest trump card. His previous words were only to confirm the determination of the two overlords.

The gods in higher positions did not care about this, and used their eyes to signal the "darkness" of absolute evil: "Erebus, if the key trump card goes wrong, we can't afford the consequences."

The black-haired man raised his eyebrows: "Chardo, briefly explain the reason. Does Orario really still have this kind of combat power?"

Chardo said in a deep voice: "It's just that I ate too much recently and didn't have enough space to swallow a giant whale. Now I'm a little sleepy... I don't want to waste time talking to these bugs."

Alfia added: "We will be used quietly, so please shut up and let us use you too."

"Alright. Alright." Erebus, who was sitting high up in the seat, interrupted the farce:

"It's not good to have internal strife before the start. At least, Chardo forced out an ace of Orario, which can be regarded as a perfect test before launching the first stage. Isn't it?"

"If you are dissatisfied, you can go and kill that ace... It doesn't matter how many ants die anyway."

Rather..., we just need a few sacrifices to light a salute of light for the "End" feast.

Basram, spitting blood, sat up while holding his chest. Compared to Vareta, who was strong on the outside but weak on the inside and knew the power of [Gluttony], the orc priest was full of indignation.

"I will personally retrieve her head. Humph, Tyrant? Under the ravages of our "soldiers", a mere hero is nothing but rotten meat that can be kneaded at will."

Even Valetta couldn't stand it anymore: "Hey, Apat clan, are these idiots with brains filled with rotten meat the only ones left?! It will be a headache for me to waste precious combat power."

The gods ignored the cadres' decision and said, "Let him go. You are nothing but minions that can be killed with a single blow in front of these two anyway."

……

After all the gods left the room and returned to their respective factions, Erebus came to Bachardo with great interest and patted his heavy shoulders:

"That's not like you..."

“Ahem——”

The horrifyingly thick and smelly liquid dyed the ground black, and Erebus and Alfia were both stunned.

Is Chardo injured?

No, is it because my body has reached its limit?

Erebus's mouth corners lifted unconsciously: "Hey, hey, are you kidding me? Are the enemies so strong? Even you..., does Orario still have this kind of background?"

Alfia was slightly surprised: "How could someone force you to this point?"

As an old friend of many years, Alfia knows Chardo's condition better. To be honest, the other party's physique is much better than his own. If it weren't for a long-term high-intensity battle, his old illness would never be triggered.

Seeing Chardo coughing and spitting blood, Erebus gradually frowned:

"The immortal grass from the Dedain Desert that I asked my followers to collect has not yet arrived. I wonder if your body will collapse first."

Chardo waved his hand: "It's okay."

As he spoke, he reached into his arms, pulled out an orange and took a bite.

The rich life instantly fills the missing blood and purifies the toxins.

"What a magical crop, where did you get it?" Erebus was amazed.

Not long after, Chardo spat out the last trace of scarlet blood and laughed happily: "Haha, thanks to that kid."

As he said that, he handed one to Alfia: "Do you want to try it?"

Alfia hesitated for a moment, took the orange and took a bite, and her body, which had been paralyzed for years, felt a moment of relief.

“It works, but not much.”

"Then eat more." Chardo showed a cheerful expression.

"It's not necessary. It's more important to you. To me, it's just a temporary peace." Alfia reluctantly held the orange in her mouth slowly.

Her skills cause her to experience pain all the time. Although this orange is magical, it cannot change her skills.

Erebus returned to the topic: "So, who is your opponent? Can you tell me about it? I am also very curious."

Chardo once again cast a strange glance at Alfia.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Alfia turned around and looked at Chardo: "Why? That great rival is related to me?"

Chardo scratched his face and laughed awkwardly: "Is this something you can say?"

"Hmm?" Alfia opened her eyes, curiosity flickering in her heterochromatic pupils: "Is it really related to me? My relatives and friends should have all died recently."

Erebus stroked his chin and said, "Haha, could it be that this is a child that Hera secretly adopted? A hidden card?"

"No..." Chardo moved his lips and looked at Alfia again: "Can I really say it?"

"Boom-"

The fierce Gospel flashed past and pushed Chardo to stagger. Alfia blew on his fist: "When did you become so stubborn? Tell me!"

Shit…Chardo rubbed his numb shoulders and said with a wicked smile: “Then I’ll tell you…”

"That kid is about 14 years old. The battles are always accompanied by the sound of exciting bells. He also has the same pure white hair color as your sister. But in terms of "flavor", he is very similar to you... but his eyes are red, like a rabbit."

Alfia was stunned...

Erebus' eyes widened and he covered his mouth.

Chardo took a deep breath and said slowly: "Alfia, did you steal your sister's man in advance?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air was silent for a moment, and the terrifying magic power was rising crazily.

"The trumpet of the gods, the harp of the fairies, the melody of light, this is the mark of sin..."

"Hey!" Chardo's forehead was covered with cold sweat...

"Long chant, Alfia, what do you want to do? Stay here..."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong... ah~~~~~"

Erebus was so frightened that he stumbled out of the room, but...

too slow!

"Wail, Holy Bell Tower!"

Click————

Dong——————————

Shakalaka——

A vast radiance exploded in the empty and dark underground. The dazzling silver starlight filled all the space and the earth was shaking.

After a long time, the powder from the ceiling stopped falling, and the roar of the maze manager sounded in the distance.

Erebus then slowly opened his eyes and released his hands that were blocking his eyes.

Looking around, the surrounding walls made of super-hard metal were all shattered. In the ruins, there was only Chardo, with a large dent in his chest, his head lowered, and breathing more out than in.

"Don't play such meaningless jokes with virgins! Have you also been contaminated by that old man? Chardo! Do you really want to die once?" Alfia gasped, more frightened than angry.

Immediately afterwards, Alfia's anger subsided as he vented his magic, and his IQ returned to a high level. He felt like he was being scratched by a cat in his heart, and he couldn't let it go.

Could it be that kid? But 14? That's impossible! That's ridiculous.

However, Chardo had no reason to lie, and he was not the type to play jokes on his juniors. Even if the white hair and red eyes could be a coincidence, Chardo's sense of smell would not be wrong.

With suspicion in her heart, Alfia took two steps forward and picked up Chardo's breastplate: "Chardo, tell me where the child is! Take me there!"

No matter how many times he repeated it, the man showed no sign of waking up.

"Well, I don't think he can answer your question." Erebus stepped forward cautiously. In his field of vision was the unlucky man who was foaming at the mouth and tilting his head, his life or death unknown.

Chapter 96 Who are you?

Old city streets and abandoned churches.

When Charles and Belle set foot in this area again, they clearly noticed the changes in the surrounding environment.

The house that had been emitting thick smoke was reduced to black ruins, bricks, broken dolls, charred and broken dolls, all black and mottled, with sparks that had not yet completely burned out.

In such a dilapidated environment, the area near the church is intact. Although it looks mottled and dilapidated, it has a beauty that stands out among the ruins.

"Strange..." The cat raised its head from Belle's head and looked down at the surroundings. After the heat of the fire subsided, the existence of the church was particularly eye-catching.

He certainly didn't think that the church was safe because it was protected by Anya. It was obvious that the dark faction deliberately preserved some of the buildings.

"Speeding up, I feel something is happening."

With Charles's urging, Belle quickly crossed the deserted streets and stood on the spire of the abandoned church.

From his high vantage point, he instantly spotted suspicious people in the surrounding alleys, gradually spreading towards the church.

Completely different from the residents who returned to their hometowns to confirm the damage to their property and houses, they mixed in with the crowd in an organized and disciplined manner, carrying more or less some supplies in their hands.

"What are they doing?" Belle squatted on the roof and muttered softly.

"They are probably doing some illegal business. It's the best choice to sneak into this burned-down old city area, which has become worthless, while the gendarmes are least relaxed right after the attack." Charles gave the answer.

The reason why he bought this abandoned church was, apart from the fact that it was one of Metluya's favorite places, it was also remote and quiet, suitable for the activities of the dark factions.

Second is...

"Go! Belle, we can make a small fortune. Your future equipment will be taken care of."

She was like an experienced hunter. When several thugs gathered outside the church and prepared to carry supplies inside, she dropped from the sky in a pitch-black cloak, touched the ground with one hand, and landed near a dozen merchants.

Then there was a flash of arc-shaped knife light...

"who?"

"Hey, protect me over there!"

"Ugh!"

The crowd of people carrying rhyming goods had no fighting power at all. In just a moment, they all fell to the ground.

At this time, the dark faction minions reacted and saw the appearance of the person who came, but the moment they saw the white hair and red eyes, fear crept into their chests.

"It's...jester!"