Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

Witte opened his arms joyfully: "The final act of something called peace. Or, according to my supreme god, it is the 'opening ceremony of the blessing ritual'!"

"Let's sing, let's dance! Let's put on a tragic opera! Yes, I will also fully enjoy this joy!!"

Witt turned and ripped the body of the panicked orc to shreds with a single strike.

……

Outside the Pleasure Street, atop the tallest building, the hot wind blew through Ciel's hair and lifted his cloak.

"here we go."

His gaze fell upon the two tallest buildings in Orario, where gods and assassins of the Dark Faction moved about near the Tower of Babel and the Pleasure District.

"Are they on guard against the goddess of beauty?"

The Ishtar clan naturally chose to keep their forces and fighting prostitutes confined within the Red Mansion, remaining holed up and refusing to come out.

Meanwhile, outside the Tower of Babel, the goddess Alectus gave Freya the middle finger in the sky, taunting the goddess of beauty hiding atop the tower and trying to provoke her into leaving her sanctuary.

Lily sat on Pochi and looked up at Ciel, who was wearing a mask: "Lord Joker, what are we going to do?"

Charles's eyes flickered as he pondered what he could gain from the prelude to this great struggle.

He was not interested in, and even abhorred, the way the secret faction slaughtered civilians.

From a strategic perspective, this not only wastes manpower but also does little to help the overall battle situation; in fact, it hinders progress.

A large number of civilians could draw in more adventurers, consume more food, and disperse the city's forces. Furthermore, the starving and thirsty civilians could even become potential recruits for the secret faction.

On the other hand, this is the style of the Dark Faction, and Charles has no right to interfere. If he wants to reform the Dark Faction and completely transform them into villains with dreams and ambitions, he will have to wait until after this war.

“Yes, what else should we do?” Charles’s gaze turned back to the interior of the Ishtar Familia’s territory.

Because of Belle, his status in the Dark Faction is higher than initially estimated, and his strength and influence are also greater, meaning he can directly influence the outcome of this war.

If he so desires, Orario will face collapse tonight.

But this was not what he expected.

His goal is no longer simply to survive; now he can do much more, such as... having the right to choose which Orario deity to be returned.

The previous large-scale attack provided the retreat routes of the gods of various clans, including some gods that the Ciel disliked.

such as……

Dionysus, Ishtar, and their own chief god Soma.

Like the fishing god over there in the harbor, a god who secretly has many connections with the underworld, and there are other candidates on Xia Er's side.

But these gods all share one characteristic: they are incapable of participating in the city's struggles, choosing instead to retreat into hiding. Just like Ishtar right now.

Should we attack?

Charles smiled.

Since we're just killing time anyway, why not play some games!

Plate her!

Opportunities to openly challenge a powerful clan like this are rare, and the Ishtar clan is wealthy and powerful; destroying her clan would bring them considerable wealth and benefits.

“We’re not like those lunatics; we have no interest in the weak.” Charles pointed. “Look, everyone’s working so hard to protect the world, why is this guy so out of place?”

"Let's go teach that clueless boss a lesson."

"Is this commission for these prostitutes?" Lunova and Chloe crossed their arms. "Ah, actually I'd rather go find that woman/Palum and get revenge."

"Is it because you've got your eye on the woman inside, meow? I'll steal a hundred mates for the boss, meow!" Anya said, hands on her hips, sharpening her claws, eager to try.

Alpha jumped up and slapped Anya, saying coldly, "Stop talking nonsense."

She transformed into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards the main street of Joy Street.

Immediately afterward, Anya jumped down carrying Cassandra, who was wearing an invisibility cloak. Ten fairy soldiers followed closely behind. Lunova and Chloe exchanged glances, leaped off the high-rise building, and charged towards the central tower along the rooftop.

Seeing his teammates leave, Charles turned around.

"Let's go."

"We should get on with our own goals."

Lily swallowed hard: "Are we really going? To kill a god?"

"Ah—it's almost time. This is a rare opportunity, and we can't keep our allies waiting any longer."

……

Chapter 174 Chanis: Welcome, my ally.

The Soma clan.

A massive, surging mushroom cloud rose from the center of the workshops and warehouses. Wine and gunpowder became the death knell for all the workers and their families.

The self-destruction of the Death God's followers did not achieve the expected results. Enraged, the Dark Faction soldiers and guards all pointed the finger at the culprit, the Soma Familia Workshop.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the city, when no one was paying attention to them, they gathered their forces and instantly destroyed the workshop.

Looking at the building with the mushroom cloud rising in front of him, [Dirty Rat] smirked coldly:

"Let's go! There are still clan settlements! Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

"Yes!" The bone-faced men exuded murderous intent. As the elite force integrated by the Dark Faction, this squad (23 people) was all at level 2 overall, and the squad leader, [Dirty Rat], was even at level 3. They were already considered a formidable force among the core members of the Dark Faction.

If this power were to directly pierce the [Deankaite Familia] or the [Mih Familia], Orario would never be able to recover its strength to fight again in a short period of time.

Can……

Who made the commander of this area the "Killing Emperor"?

In their quest for revenge for being tricked, twenty-three dark figures darted through the cracks between buildings. Blood and corpses stained the streets in their wake.

……

Soma Family Estate.

The manor was burning, and a headless corpse lay slumped in the manor's fountain.

A black leather boot stepped into a puddle of blood-soaked mud, dragging along the viscous liquid.

The masked assassin scurried between houses like a flea, his cold dagger easily slicing through the throats of those who screamed in agony.

One after another, magnificent doors were violently kicked open, and people hiding in boxes and cabinets were dragged out by their hair and their throats were ruthlessly slit.

The remaining scouts, wielding blood-dripping daggers, advanced along the passage, their eyes falling on a fleeing figure. Like a beast toying with its prey, they followed slowly until the prey hastily pushed open door after door.

This is the heart of the Soma clan.

"Lord Chanis... no, it's terrible, the Dark Faction... the Dark Faction has attacked!" The man burst through the door and fell to the ground.

He immediately looked up and gazed ahead.

In the center of the room was a large cauldron, and in front of it stood a disheveled deity. Beside him stood a refined man swirling a wine glass.

He took a sip of his drink and glanced sideways at Paru, who was so panicked that he lost control of his bladder.

"You've worked hard, and your courage is commendable, but... it's a pity." He glanced at it disdainfully, and a sharp blade pierced through the adventurer's chest. The corpse fell to the ground, and the skeletal man pulled out a dagger, revealing his figure.

[Dirty Rat]'s expression froze under the mask. Looking at Chanis's fearless appearance, he felt a sense of apprehension: "Aren't you going to run away? Or do you think that the god beside you can protect you?"

"Afraid? Why?" Chanis calmly poured himself a glass of red wine, raised it to [Dirty Rat]: "How about a glass? My ally."

A cold, poisoned arrow shot through the crack in the door, precisely shattering the goblet in Chanis's hand. The red wine stained his white gloves, and Chanis adjusted his glasses.

"What do you mean?"

[Dirty Rat] tilted its head: "We should be the ones asking? Allies? When did this happen?"

A bead of cold sweat slid down Chanis's forehead. He threw away the broken wine glass and waved his hands, gesturing wildly: "Hey, I gave you hundreds of thousands of iron-striking devices. We're all in this together!"

"A striking device... Ah... I see..." The not-so-bright mind of [Dirty Rat] suddenly understood:

"So it was you who deliberately used our desperately needed hammer-strike device to make us place our hopes on the 'Believers,' and then turned around and provided Finn and his men with intelligence and even methods to break it, right?!"

Forehead--

Chanis's body stiffened.

Something's not right, this isn't what we agreed on!

His expression changed drastically as he watched the dozen or so assassins approach step by step. He retreated while feigning a push, his face full of obsequiousness:

"We're all on the same side! We can talk things over... This is a misunderstanding. I need to see Lord Rudra?"

"You should go see him in the underworld." [Dirty Rat] remained unmoved. He severed one of Chanis's arms with a single stroke. The excruciating pain and the copious amount of blood he vomited instantly caused his brain to shut down.

Am I... going to die?

"No...this isn't what we agreed on!"

He fell to the ground with a thud, his gaze instinctively shifting to Su Mo beside him. His face showed terror, and he pleaded:

"Soma...Lord Soma, save me! Quickly...save me! Use your divine power to drive away these invaders!"

Sumo was unmoved by the blood of Chanis on his back and face, as if no one else in the room existed, and focused on mixing the wine.

"Looks like your god doesn't care about you either?" [Dirty Rat] sneered, stepped forward, stomped on Chanis's chest, and forcefully tore off his other arm.

"Guaaaaaaaahh ...

Chanis rolled on the ground in pain, sweat and blood mingling together. Just as he was about to faint, he was woken up by [Dirty Rat] stepping on him.

"Damn it, you ruined our plans! You're such a traitor, two-faced!"

Before Chanis, who had lost both arms, came a rain of iron fists. [Dirty Rat] was simply venting his anger. He had to torture this pig that was hindering his god from fulfilling his long-cherished wish.

The large movement accidentally bumped into Somo, who was stirring the wooden stick beside him. Somo stumbled, and the stick fell into the wine vat.

His vacant eyes slowly moved, then fixed on the [Dirty Rat] beside him. A faint divine power emanated from his body, and the [Dirty Rat] froze in its beating.

"Huh? You worthless god, do you think you can stop us?"

"...Quiet down." Somo stared coldly at the white-haired man, his divine might growing stronger, and the deep-seated loathing in his heart prevented [Dirty Rat] from striking him.

"Damn it, do you think I can't do anything to you just because you're a god? If it's just kidnapping, I can still do it!" [Dirty Rat] roared, his iron hook-like fingers reaching for Somo.