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"Though we yearn for killing and death, even madmen need pleasure, don't they?" Alecto swept over the gods:

"It doesn't make sense that those self-righteous bastards can enjoy hot springs and delicious food, while we have to cower in the sewers. It makes us look like the weaker party."

Erebus smiled: "That makes sense. We can't afford to lose in terms of momentum. This is good."

Thanatos suddenly...

After all the faction leaders were seated and had eaten and drunk their fill, the magic stone lamps in the meeting room slowly went out, and a spotlight shone on a metal door.

A rustling sound of clothes being thrown up rang out.

Immediately following, solemn figures stepped forward from the misty atmosphere.

He had slightly long gray hair tied into a short ponytail, and his face was partially covered by a black and white mask. A slightly arrogant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was wearing a pure white cloak with carved gold runes; the black mink fur on his shoulders moved rhythmically with the sound of his black thigh-high leather boots hitting the ground.

Behind him followed a group of short girls, all wearing the same style of cloak and mask, with leather boots and tight-fitting clothes underneath.

First, there was the meticulous, elven girl with her hand on the sword hilt and a gold-trimmed Pegasus tattoo on her back;

Following behind her was a "chariot" with its hands behind its head, looking left and right. She was covered in heavy armor, with speakers hanging on both sides of her waist.

Third and fourth were the familiar Dis sisters. Although they wore masks and had cold expressions, they were still recognized by the Dark Faction's executives. The patterns on their cloaks were, in order, "swords" and "flames."

The fifth is the Palum girl, seated on the shoulder of a giant black demonic bear, her sleeves embroidered with "spears." She gazes straight ahead, her smallest frame standing at the highest point, overlooking everything.

Finally, there was a black-haired girl, carrying a tin staff that looked quite familiar to everyone. Her shoulders were slightly hunched, and she seemed somewhat timid. But behind her, ten cold soldiers wearing ghost masks and clad in black armor gave the girl a completely opposite sense of oppression.

“The staff of Basram, that’s the new ‘illegitimate’ holder.” The officers whispered among themselves.

"Who are these people?"

"Why do I feel like they're even more powerful than Valeta and the others?"

"It's the clothes, isn't it? The feeling of oppression is too strong when we stand together."

Sitting at one corner of the long table, 9527... no, Hasqi grinned: "Ah~, as expected of Lord Joker, why didn't Basram think of fully arming the fairy soldiers before? That way, the enemy wouldn't be able to exploit their different reactions and defeat them one by one."

However, at the very end of the hall, a man shrouded in a black robe began to tremble.

He looked down at the black-haired girl holding a staff beneath the throne, his eyes filled with shock:

"Kassan?"

Chapter 167: My daughter became my boss?

The man's face was wrapped in bandages, and one sleeve of his black robe was empty. He sat at the end of the line, symbolizing his lowly status.

He was none other than Uncle Illion, whom Cassandra had persuaded to go and fight the monster last month.

In just one month, thanks to the multiple actions of the Dark Faction, his own years of accumulation, and a month of hard work, he finally managed to successfully complete the level 2 ascension after sacrificing an arm and defeating a small dragon.

This was an unprecedented and extremely rare case for the Thanatos family, who were all believers.

As Thanatos's only cadre, he was qualified to participate in this war council.

He thought he could use his position as the leader of the clan to try to free his daughter, but unexpectedly, he saw a familiar figure on the distant throne.

He even fought against dragons for his daughter's sake, never expecting that his daughter would become a high-ranking officer in the Allied Forces even faster than he did.

What is that in her hand?

Hearing Haschi, the current leader of the Apate Familia, speak from afar, Uncle Illion felt dizzy. Ten level 5 puppets had become his daughter's henchmen?

So... just how strong is the guy who controls his daughter?

He can't win; he can't even beat his own daughter now...

He aged decades in an instant, and the only light in his eyes slowly disappeared.

On the throne of God.

Ciel stood in the center of the women, one hand supporting the "Heavenly Mace," the other slowly raised, his five fingers, encased in a black glove, spread out, declaring:

"The necessary pieces are ready, and the invitations have been sent."

The banquet will be held in three days.

"There are no expendable pawns in this war. Every fallen comrade, your bones will become the path leading to our long-cherished wish."

"Gentlemen, bare your fangs to the adventurers of Orario! Trample them under your feet! The collapse of Orario is imminent..."

The cadres cheered!

"Lord Joker! Lead us to crush those Orario scum!"

"Finally, our Lord's wish will be fulfilled!"

"Ruin! Ruin! Ruin!"

Charles raised his hand and clenched it tightly.

The cheers abruptly stopped...

“However, before that…” Charles glanced around, a smile playing on his lips. She clapped her hands, and the maids on either side brought forward a stack of pale, skeletal masks:

"Come, put on the bone masks that symbolize our covenant and our shared aspirations. From now on, we are family! Sacrifice, let us together bring fear to the world!"

Driven by surging emotions, all the officers donned tattered black robes and donned pale, skeletal masks. In an instant, they resembled Hassan, capable of reaping lives at will. The scattered Saudi-style soldiers vanished into a unified, black mass.

Donning a black robe and a bone mask, Olivas watched his comrades transform from scattered soldiers into elite assassins, and couldn't suppress a smile.

"Ah... this is the attitude we should have!"

Valette scoffed, "All flashy and frivolous."

Witt handed the black robe and mask to Valeta with a meaningful look: "What if you wore the same outfit and blended in with these cannon fodder?"

"You know, I've gotten this far thanks to this face! Hehe, now we're all the same."

Valette's disgusted expression vanished. She stared at the mask in Victor's hand, slowly placing it over her face, followed by a hearty laugh:

"Hahaha... Yeah... Finn would never have imagined I'd be hiding among them! He's dead meat this time!"

In the corner of the room, the man lowered his head and pulled down the brim of his hat. He hesitated to take off his hood and veil, afraid that his daughter would see him in the brightly lit room.

But he didn't expect that it was his unusual behavior that attracted the attention of other factions.

"Hey, why don't you change?" He looked down at the man, sizing him up. "An unfamiliar face. Could you be a spy from Orario?"

"I……"

With a whoosh, before he could explain, the man's mask was pulled off, revealing a face wrapped in bandages.

"Hey~~ Yours is even scarier than ours!" The Dark Faction A slapped the man's head hard, laughing, "Look, maybe I really have found an undercover agent."

He was waiting for his companions to join in mocking the man, but to his surprise, the surroundings were completely silent.

Three fully armed, jet-black warriors stood behind the man, their empty, crazed eyes glowing red from beneath their helmets, staring intently at him.

"you……"

Before he could say anything, a sharp blade pierced through his chest, the blood-dripping blade emerging from his back, and congealed blood falling to the ground.

Make a crisp sound.

The meeting room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Charles walked up to the man, straightened his slightly disheveled black robe, and then put the mask on him: "Are you alright?"

Illion nodded blankly.

Charles patted him on the shoulder, then turned to look at the man who had fallen to the ground, blood spitting from the corner of his mouth, his eyes wide open.

He stepped on the hunchback's face, smiling as he looked around: "I just said, from now on we are family, sharing common ideals and aspirations."

He looked down at the gurgling corpse with disdain: "Look at you, is that how you treat your family?"

"I..." The man opened his mouth, and a large amount of blood foam gushed out.

The high-ranking adventurer's body is really thick; he didn't die even after all that. But soon, a foot magnified infinitely in his field of vision, and the next instant, with a crisp crack, black slime exploded on the ground.

"So if you don't treat everyone like family, then you're enemies? Look, we still have plenty of rats here." Charles narrowed his eyes, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Don't let me catch them!"

"Have you remembered it?"

Seeing no one respond, Charles waved his hands in his pockets and said, "That's it for now, meeting adjourned!"

The women in front of the stage followed suit and left. As Cassandra passed Uncle Illion, she took a necklace out of her bosom and gently placed it in his hand.

Soon, she left expressionlessly, escorted by ten black-armored soldiers, a barely audible murmur echoing in the air: "Ganbare (Good luck)..."

Uncle Illion looked at the necklace in his hand and slowly clenched his fist.

She was saved by her daughter again...

I'm so damn useless, I might as well be dead.

The body on the ground was quickly dragged out by the maids and cleaned up, and the venue soon returned to calm.

When everyone had left, Thanatos descended from his throne. He looked at the dazed and dazed Illion, and a smirk appeared on his lips:

"It seems Joker likes you a lot." He stroked his chin, as if he had found a toy, and said casually, "Then you will lead the believers. You won't let me down, will you?"

Illion raised his head, his eyes flickered for a moment, and said firmly, "Yes, I will use my life to bring more death to Lord Thanatos!"

Chapter 168 A Heart-to-Heart Talk with Miss Leon

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Charles slowed his pace and came to Cassandra's side: "What was that just now?"

“My father,” Cassandra said, bowing her head, “I apologize, Lord Charles, for giving away your magical amulet without permission.”

“That’s Uncle Illion?!” Charles’s pupils shrank. “He’s really changed a lot. It’s surprising that he could make it to the bottom of the list.”

Cassandra bit her lip, surprised to see her father's appearance.

"It's all my fault that he suffered so much."

What are your plans for him?

“I don’t know.” Cassandra shook her head. “My father is beyond saving. He is burdened by the grace of death, and his final fate is certain to be death. Even if I dream of him, I can’t help him much. I just hope he can die with some dignity.”