Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

In the future, he made a deal with the fallen fairy spirit that moved to the 27th floor and caused nightmares, and deliberately buried the colored magic stone into the bodies of the dead familiars, creating a "monster" that was somewhere between a human and a monster for him to control.

He analyzed step by step the areas Orario might reach in the future, fully analyzed the highest combat power the city might possess, and cultivated a stronger clone of the Fallen Fairy, making it chant the ancient forbidden spell "Fairy Six Rings" to wipe out all of Orario's Hero Seeds in one fell swoop.

This period lasted for 15 years.

Even now, the divine object before him has been in the works for eight years. During these eight years, before he had even come into contact with the Fallen Fairy Spirits, the only thing he could think of that could destroy all of Orario's fighting power was probably the "Fairy Spirit Soldiers" here.

They even participated in the research of "celestial soldiers" and mastered the method of human adaptation to celestial beings. Otherwise, there would be no reason for a fallen celestial being to cooperate with a strange deity; it is more likely that they would directly kill the other party.

However, this seemingly mentally unstable god is actually one of the few 'good guys' in Orario.

Dionysus.

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

Unlike Soma, he was quite 'skilled' at managing his clan. His gentle and refined gentlemanly manners were welcomed by many elves.

Like Loki, he changed his neurotic demeanor in the heavens and cared for children, spreading joy and love in the mortal realm. Even during the Great Conflict, he organized his people to fight to the death, becoming a mainstay in resisting the darkness.

This so-called 'benevolent god' in the eyes of the masses is actually a madman who deliberately tries to plunge countless people into despair and struggle, and takes pleasure in it!

Without a doubt, if Loki hadn't suddenly turned against them like him, the divine figure standing before Ciel would be the biggest secret in the DanMachi world.

Faced with a question from such a being, Ciel naturally dared not be careless.

"Of course I'm very interested in immortal essences; they're essential tools for creating countless heroic myths."

"A prop?" Enio murmured.

With Baslam dead, the subjects who could cooperate with his research no longer exist, and the research and improvement of the fairy soldiers will also come to a standstill.

With the current rudimentary technology, it's still a long way from reaching the level of his ideal trump card.

He desperately needed a replacement to take Baslam's place.

"I see you also have some knowledge of divine script?" Enio came to the operating table, looked at the critically injured Tina, and lovingly stroked her body with his palm.

"He only has a slight understanding of some sacred texts. My comrade."

Charles walked over to him and sighed, "What a wonderful source of material. It's a pity... Basram perished in unfamiliar land, and this great technology will probably be buried in the dust of history."

“Yes.” Enio stopped what he was doing, his black and white sculpted mask facing Ciel, whose chin was the only part of his face visible.

Are you interested in carrying on his research and recreating the glory of ancient heroes?

"What do you mean?" Charles feigned ignorance.

“You, with your mastery of sacred texts, are more gifted than Baslam, and I… possess all the research data he has accumulated so far.” Enio coaxed gently, “Do you want to learn?”

“But I’m not interested in recreating heroes; they’re just a bunch of mentally extreme idiots.” Charles placed his small hand on Tina’s flat futon and squeezed it hard. “I prefer to toy with heroes.”

“Heh…” Enio chuckled softly: “Of course, you can become her master and do whatever you want with her.”

"That's your freedom!"

He looked at the intended "illegitimate" successor with satisfaction and gestured, "You still have some Immortal Essence Short Blades to spare, right? Take them out. I'll demonstrate for you myself. Remember them well and learn them well."

With a sinister grin, Charles pulled out a magical dagger: "Go ahead."

The ceremony begins.

It must be admitted that Eninho is indeed quite skilled.

He skillfully arranged the various medicines in the cabinet horizontally and injected them into Tina's body one by one. Tina, who was seriously injured and unconscious, immediately rolled her eyes back, saliva came from her mouth and nose, and her whole body convulsed.

“These potions can disrupt the mind of the host, making them easier to control,” Enio said, as he inserted various syringes into the host’s brain.

"Why not just destroy her brain and cause brain death? Wouldn't that make it easier to control her?" Charles asked.

Enio shook his head. "A dead body, lacking the martial arts skills it possessed in life, will be more complicated to handle. More importantly, a corpse cannot be preserved for a long time."

He skillfully put the gag and restraints on Tina, and then put a round magical artifact around her neck.

He soaked the fairy dagger in a magical solution similar to formaldehyde, waiting for the blade to glow with an eerie red light and become tainted with a cursed aura before piercing through the magical artifact and embedding it into Tina's spinal cord.

"Uhhhhhhhhh-"

A piercing scream echoed in the operating room, and even Charles felt his eyelids twitching wildly.

Enio turned the switch on the operating table, and the metal rings completely fixed the body. Countless mysterious magical characters climbed onto the operating table and gradually entered Tina's body.

"This is the first time I've tried using a level 5 body. It seems she's quite compatible with curses, but not quite with fairy spirits..." Enio sighed.

"These little guys are still disobedient."

"Did it fail?" Charles looked at the motionless body with a puzzled expression.

Enio sighed, "No, it just didn't work as well as expected. Su Ti was seriously injured and near death, which lowered her sanity. The martial arts she could use were estimated to be only level 4. It's a pity. If she had been treated in advance, perhaps it would have been successful."

"If Basram were here, this mistake wouldn't have happened."

He turned to look at Charles, who seemed lost in thought: "How much have you learned?"

“A tiny fraction.” Charles wrote the universe between his fingers.

Enio placed his hand on Charles's shoulder: "This technology isn't mature yet, don't be discouraged, keep trying. Here, this is a treat to help relax your mind."

He pulled a ceramic bottle from beneath his black robe, holding two wine glasses in his other hand. Right there on the blood-splattered desk, the crimson wine swirled in the glasses.

"liquor?"

Staring at the drink that felt so familiar to Charles, he hesitated for a moment, but still chose to accept it.

Enio's lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile beneath his mask as he clinked glasses with Enio: "Wishing us a pleasant collaboration."

"Pleasant to work with."

Just as Charles was about to tilt his head back and drink, an unquestionable rebuke rang out from outside the door:

"What are you dawdling about? We're already past the agreed time."

The human and the god turned their heads at the same time. The woman was shrouded in a gray cloak, her gray hair hanging naturally on both sides of her plump body, and her hips were bound by a pure black robe. She was solemn and dignified.

She glanced around the room, her tone leaving no room for refusal: "Come on, don't keep me waiting."

Charles glanced at Ennio, then placed his glass face down on the table and slowly pushed it forward: "Looks like there's no time for a drink. Thank you for your kindness, but I'll take my leave now, Lord Ennio."

Chapter 118 Artificial Hero

Man-made maze, passageway.

The invincible Gray Overlord and the arrogant young man with his hands on his tin staff on his shoulders advanced leisurely amidst the watchful eyes of the faction's soldiers.

Wait until no one is around.

Charles glanced at Alfia and asked curiously, "What brings you here?"

"..."

"Are you worried about me?"

"..."

"Oh, those bastards are nothing to me. You have no idea how monstrous a Phantom Assassin with perpetual 'magic immunity' and the ability to disarm is."

Charles vividly described the scene at that time:

"That's right, one tetanus shot, two tetanus shots and you're done for. When you face a mage, you'll know what it means to have your health bar disappear!"

"I think in that state, I might even be able to dominate you."

Alfia's golden eyes swept over, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible competitiveness: "My magic is physical attack."

Unaware of anything amiss, Charles grinned and said, "But wasn't your [Silent Garden] a magic you awakened to protect yourself? It's just as effective, isn't it?"

Because of the unique effects of sound magic, Alfia herself also suffers negative effects from the sound waves each time she uses it. Therefore, she always wears a long dress that can negate 80% of the magic's power, and she constantly casts the [Silent Garden] spell on her.

Although there is no evidence, Charles speculates that Alfia's physical condition is partly due to the neurological disorder caused by years of high-decibel sound waves.

Sounds exceeding 110 decibels can cause discomfort to the human body, and 200 decibels can instantly shatter an ordinary person's senses.

The negative effects of noise are very similar to the consequences of "causing trouble".

Poisoning, paralysis, functional shock, etc. The reason why Alfia's physical condition deteriorates the more she fights is likely because she not only has to bear the negative effects of the "skills" but also the aftershocks of her own attacks.

Therefore, she used the [Silent Courtyard] to suppress the release of her own magic power and reduce her noise, so that she could maintain her fighting power for a longer period of time.

Charles told Alfia his conjecture.

She paused for a moment, then said softly, "Perhaps. The Great Sage's tree branch enhances my magic power, allowing me to maintain the [Silent Courtyard] for longer."

Like a spear clashing with a shield, only the host who simultaneously embodies the contradictions bears the bitter fruit.

"Hehe, do you think there's any chance your illness can be cured?" Charles grinned, staring at the witch who had lowered her eyes. Her snow-white eyelashes trembled slightly, and her expression was unreadable.

"Impossible." Her thin lips uttered those cold words the next second.

Charlton found it boring.

"You still haven't told me why you came to see me."

"It's so noisy." Alfia crossed her arms and said indifferently, "Like I said before, it's just time for the lesson."

"Really? Instead of sleeping in the middle of the night, you come to see me... Hmm, does that mean... you can't live without me for even a day now?" Charles's eyes widened.

"Thump—" Her jade fist landed on Charles's head: "I only came to find out about Belle's situation. She didn't go home."

"Relax, don't worry too much. She's no longer a fledgling." Charles rubbed his head and chuckled. "Belle is just dreaming right now. Even if she's seriously injured, as long as she passes out, she'll wake up in another world."

Charles said calmly, “To us, she was just a bubble, dazzling and beautiful, but fleeting. We couldn’t even remember her name or face after she disappeared.”

Alfia suddenly...

Having gotten used to seeing this kid using Belle's body to make such a smug expression, it's a bit strange to see the real Belle directly in person.

……

Return to the ground.

The city walls of the western city were patrolled today. As a second choice, Alfia continued to teach Charles with a short sword in the center of the church.