Wrong, my skills refresh every week

Although Charles looked down on Valetta's combat IQ, he recognized her talent in managing these lunatics.

The plan failed, so she gathered the remnants and regrouped, and she did everything meticulously and in an orderly manner.

"Being able to fight Finn for decades, [Killer Emperor] is indeed quite capable, at least in terms of tenacity."

Charles was spinning his blood-stained staff, surrounded by ten fairy soldiers, walking leisurely in the narrow tunnel.

"You are right." A dog-man priestess from the Apate clan beside him rubbed her hands and agreed: "Compared to you, sir, it is naturally far inferior."

"You are quite good." Charles stopped his staff and looked at this very practical cadre with raised eyebrows: "What is your name? Do you have a title?"

"I am Technician No. 9527, Lord End." The young dog-man priestess lowered her black ears, her blue eyes darted around, and her broom-like black tail swayed from side to side. It was obvious at first glance that she was not a very smart dog.

Charles stopped and lifted his cloak with his staff: "9527 is such a special name? Is it a number?"

"My lord, the Apat family does not need a name. We are just tools, without a past or a future. Only "Unjust" is the only leader. All human actions are derived from the pursuit of "Unjust". And my lord..."

He looked at the staff in Charles's hand and said, "You are not right now."

Is this thing a symbol of power?

The "unrighteous" Apat clan pursues all abnormal and evil ways, even towards their own clan members.

Under Basram's control, all the clan cadres were prepared immortal soldiers, including himself.

"Well, not bad." Charles was very satisfied with 9527's attitude: "In that case, I will give you a name."

"Yes."

"What do you think of Hasqi?"

"Hasqi, obey the will of the "unjust", my lord."

"Very good, take me to where you usually adjust the immortal soldiers."

"As you wish."

The two walked through a complex corridor and entered a laboratory that could accommodate about 20 people.

The walls of the room were pitch black, the floor was covered in muddy, sticky filth, and the utensils, magic stones, pipes, and energy-gathering crystals flashed alternately with black and red light.

"Sir." Several more priests in blood-stained white coats walked out from a deeper room.

They are all experienced magicians and sorcerers.

Charles nodded, and controlled ten immortal soldiers to return to the empty incubator. Hasqi operated the instrument skillfully, took out the medicine, and performed "tuning".

Charles first recovered the 12 "fairy daggers" that were inserted into the spines of the fairy soldiers, then Hasti skillfully tore open their skin and inserted the strange red tubes into the huge holes reserved in their chests. He then put a hat full of magic lines on the heads of those fairy soldiers, and completed the preparations.

"It is estimated that the tuning process will take 10 days. During this period, please do not try to wake them up with "incorrect" means."

As the trump card of the Apate family, the fairy soldiers have a huge disadvantage, from their unconventional production to the fact that they need to be adjusted by magicians and sorcerers every time they are put into actual combat.

Otherwise, the adventurers with natural bodies and the forcefully injected immortal essence will have a rejection reaction, and they will begin to become mentally ill and physically collapse.

The worst part is that even "injustice" cannot control them.

Ciel had some ideas, but before that, he needed to refer to Basram's research notes. He didn't have any knowledge about magic at the moment.

He took Tina's 'charred corpse' into the inner room. Compared with the weird and gloomy environment outside, this place is more ordinary.

There was a bloody operating bed, next to which was a clean and tidy desk, and above the desk, a "blackboard" covered with symbols and words. A whole row of huge bookshelves filled with books and documents occupied the other side of the room.

He placed Tina on the operating table, casually took out a bottle of high-grade elixir from the bedside cabinet, and poured it on the burnt and smelly body. Then, Charles came to the desk, where several documents were scattered. They were Basram's recent reports on the "Experimental Reports on Fairy Soldiers".

On the blackboard are the reactions and parameters of each fairy soldier.

Humans have the best adaptability and react the quickest, while orcs have the worst adaptability and are less likely to activate magic.

Charles read the document word by word. Basram's research on immortal spirits was beyond his imagination.

There are 42 records of experiments on immortal essence, 30 of which are records of death...

failure.

failure.

failure.

Turn the page.

Charles unexpectedly discovered that Basram seemed to have mastered the secret of renewing grace and completing upgrades without going through the gods!

The bodies of the immortal soldiers are all remnants of the [Osiris Family], whose main god is no longer in Orario, but Basram can use the immortal spirit to upgrade these bodies to level 5.

"Hmm... can a mature fairy spirit individual change its state based on a favor?"

Ciel pulled out another experimental record, which contained shocking human experiments and various studies on divine blood. "Renewal Medicine" seemed to be a by-product of this research.

Although most of them are about the results of forcing fairy spirits into weapons, balancing rejection reactions, and frenzied body nerves, there is also a lot of miscellaneous knowledge that Charles needs.

Charles had a hunch that as long as he absorbed the knowledge in this area, he could use the [Divine Text] and [Immortal Essence] to independently develop an alternative grace system based on [Immortal Essence].

This is not complicated, nor is it a pursuit of perfection, but rather a step of "adding legs to a snake".

Gods are more convenient than fairies, which is why fairies gradually withdrew from human vision. Unfortunately, Charles needed a slightly more complicated procedure to ensure the loyalty of his team.

As Charles immersed himself in the ocean of knowledge, time passed by unknowingly.

When the moon was bright in the sky outside and the entire artificial maze was quiet, he heard strange footsteps behind him.

"Hey, are you also interested in "Fairy Spirit"? "

A strange divine power suddenly enveloped the small secret room. Charles shuddered, put down the book and slowly turned around.

Standing in front of him was a god shrouded in a black robe. His face was covered with a mask woven with black and white ghost faces, and his upper life was covered with more than a dozen masks. His voice was processed, and his tone was gentle and elegant, but it gave people a creepy feeling.

"you are……"

"You can call me 'Enio', little one."

Charles' pupils contracted slightly and he lowered the brim of his hat so that the man could not see his expression clearly.

"You look like you know me?" Ennio said in surprise and looked at Charles with interest.

Ciel uttered an 'ah' and answered honestly: "Of course, aren't we comrades with the same goal?"

"Target?" Ennio became more and more interested.

"Of course... destroy Orario, end the damn Age of Gods, and return the underworld to ancient times." Ciel smiled.

"You..." Enio was stunned for a moment, then said with relief: "It seems that you have also studied the divine language?"

Enio means "urban destroyer" in the language of God.

Apparently it was revealed through the name.

But Charles knew more about this man's identity.

Unexpectedly... this little yellow-haired boy's research on fairy spirits will begin now!

Chapter 117 Ennio

【Urban Destroyer】Enio, he started planning step by step after Zeus and Hera's family were wiped out. He wanted to destroy Orario and return the underworld to ancient times, so that he could enjoy watching humans being ravaged by monsters and struggling desperately.

He was also the one who planned the ultimate conspiracy behind the destruction of Belle's world.

In the future, he made a deal with the fallen fairy who moved to the 27th floor and caused nightmares. He took the initiative to bury the colored magic stones into the bodies of dead followers and created "monsters" between humans and monsters for himself to drive.

He analyzed step by step the areas that Orario might reach in the future, fully analyzed the highest combat power that the city might possess, and cultivated stronger clones of the fallen fairy, letting them chant the ancient forbidden spell "Six Rings of Fairy", in order to wipe out all the heroic seeds of Orario at once.

This period lasted for 15 years.

Even now, the divine object in front of him had been planned for 8 years. During these eight years, he had not yet come into contact with the fallen fairy spirits, and the only means he could think of that could destroy all the fighting power of Orario was probably the "Fairy Soldiers" here.

He even participated in the research of "Fairy Soldiers" and mastered the method of human adaptation to Fairy. Otherwise, the Fallen Fairy would have no reason to cooperate with a strange god, and would more likely kill the other party directly.

However, the true identity of this psychopathic god is actually a rare "good guy" in Orarine.

Dionysus.

Like Soma, he is also the god of wine in Greek mythology.

Unlike Soma, he is very good at managing his clan. The gentle and gentlemanly style of Westerners is welcomed by many elves.

Like Loki, he changed his neurotic appearance in heaven, cared for children, and brought joy and love to the underworld. Even during the great struggle, he organized his clan to fight to the death, and was the backbone of the force against darkness.

This is the "good god" recognized by the masses, but he is actually a madman who deliberately tries to make countless people fall into desperate struggles and takes pleasure in it!

There is no doubt that if Loki had not suddenly defected like him, the divine object standing in front of Charles would be the biggest scandal in the world of Earth.

Faced with questions from such a being, Charles naturally did not dare to be careless.

"Of course I am very interested in immortal spirits. They are essential props for creating countless heroic myths."

"Props?" Ennio murmured.

Now that Basram is dead, there is no longer any object that can cooperate with him in research, and the research and improvement of the fairy soldiers will also come to a stalemate.

With the current rough technology, it is still a long way to reach the killer strength in his mind.

He urgently needs a replacement to take Basram's place.

"I see you have studied the divine text as well?" Ennio came to the operating table, looked at Tina who was seriously injured and died, and caressed her body lovingly with his hands.

"I only know a few sacred words. My comrade."

Ciel also walked over to him and said with emotion: "What a great material. It's a pity... Basram fell in a strange land. This great technology will also be buried in the dust of history."

"Yes." Ennio stopped and turned the black and white carved mask to Charles, whose chin was only exposed.

"Are you interested in continuing his research and recreating the glory of ancient heroes?"

"What do you mean?" Charles pretended to be confused.

"You are proficient in sacred texts, and you are more talented than Basram. And I... have all the research data he has conducted so far." Ennio said slowly and kindly: "Do you want to learn?"

"But I'm not interested in recreating heroes. They're just a bunch of mentally extreme idiots." Ciel placed his small hand on Tina's flat cushion and squeezed it hard. "Compared to this, I prefer playing with heroes."

"Heh..." Enio chuckled: "Of course, you can become her master and control everything about her at will."

"That's your freedom!"

He looked at the destined "illegitimate" successor with satisfaction and said, "You still have some spare Immortal Essence Short Blade, right? Take it out. I will demonstrate it to you in person. Remember it well and learn it well."

Charles grinned and took out a fairy dagger: "Please do as you please."

The ceremony begins.

I have to admit that Ennio is really good at what he does.

He skillfully arranged the various medicines in the cabinet in a horizontal row and injected them into Tina's body one by one. The seriously injured and unconscious Tina instantly rolled her eyes, saliva started flowing from her mouth and nose, and her whole body twitched.

"These potions can disrupt the body's mind, making it easier to control." Ennio said as he inserted various needles into the body's brain.

"Why not just destroy her brain? Wouldn't it be easier to control her after she's brain dead?" Charles asked.

Ennio shook his head. "A dead body doesn't have the martial arts it had in life, so the way it is operated will become complicated. More importantly, a corpse cannot be preserved for a long time."

He skillfully put the ball gag and restraints on Tina, and then put a layer of arc-shaped magic props around her neck.

He soaked the immortal dagger in a magic solution similar to formaldehyde, waiting for the blade to emit a strange red glow and become tainted with the aura of curse, before he pierced through the magic item and stabbed into Tina's spinal cord.

"Uhhhhhhhhh-"

The shrill screams echoed in the operating room, and even Charles felt his eyelids twitching wildly.

Ennio turned the switch of the operating table, and the metal ring completely fixed the body. Countless mysterious magic words climbed onto the operating table and gradually penetrated into Tina's body.

"This is my first time trying a level 5 body. It seems that she is highly adaptable to curses, but not compatible enough with fairy spirits..." Enio sighed.

"These little guys are still not obedient."

"Did it fail?" Charles looked at the motionless body in confusion.

Enio sighed, "No, it's just that the effect is not as good as expected. The body was seriously injured, and the near-death state reduced her sanity. The martial arts she can display are expected to be level 4. It's a pity that if she had been treated in advance, maybe it would have been successful."

“If Basram was here, this mistake wouldn’t have happened.”