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"Hey, can you still stand up?! If you can't even take one hit, then surrender!"

A level 6 fighting a level 8 is completely pointless!

"Mmmw!"

The silence was broken by a roar as Anya brandished her spear and, just as Chardo was exhausted, pierced his side with a single thrust.

"Ku————"

No one expected Anya to succeed.

"Yes, that's right!" Hedin's pupils contracted, and he loudly reminded him, "He's finished too! There's only one of those extraordinary attacks left!"

"Even if it's self-sufficiency, the increased abilities have a time limit! Don't be intimidated by his appearance!"

Hedin, controlling thousands of lightning orbs, found a blind spot that Chardo could not defend against.

"Seven Soldiers!" A lightning ball at the seven o'clock position in the southwest blasted towards Chardo's back.

Chardo's terrifying punch grazed Anya's cheek as it blasted out, and the shockwave even blew the fragile catwoman dozens of meters away.

The lightning ball exploded behind him, his armor shattered completely, and he staggered.

"Don't stop! Aaaaaaah!" Allen stared at Anya, who was being blown away, his eyes bloodshot, and the silvery light around him once again spread.

Granieze Fromm!

The speeding chariot crushed the air, pushing Chardo's body along its path.

"Twelve soldiers!"

The lightning ball at midnight struck again from behind Chardo, creating a pincer attack!

Don't give him a chance to breathe!

"Go on!"

Not to be outdone, Ota and Mia roared and raised their weapons, charging towards Chardo from the left and right respectively.

With his abilities weakened, he could only brace himself with the Black Blade, adopting an "absolute defense" stance, his legs firmly planted on the ground, resisting the onslaught from the crowd.

Ota, Mia, and Allen's wounds burst open, and they let out roars that seemed to tear everything apart, but their injuries were much lighter than those of Chardo.

"Have the opportunity!"

"We can win!"

"At this rate, we can defeat level 8!"

The one-sided, bloody battle continued until the power diversion disappeared.

Chardo's body was covered in scorch marks from lightning, and the slashing wounds from more than a dozen sharp blades left countless holes scattered around his massive frame.

He looked around, panting heavily.

"Nine hundred and forty-seven rounds. It's amazing that you guys were able to fight me to this extent."

The three men, whose hands were also numb, whose armor was shattered, and whose bodies were covered in wounds, looked up at him.

Ota, stripped of his golden fur, hung limply with his arms hanging down, spitting out blood from his mouth.

Only when things reached this point did they have the opportunity to question Chardo: "What exactly is your purpose?"

Chapter 212 The True Meaning of Disappointment

Ota's expression was grave as he tried to make the most of every second to recover his strength and injuries.

The same applies to Chardo; only under such circumstances can people have the opportunity to gain the right to dialogue.

Faced with Ota's question, Chardo looked up at the sky where the rain was falling.

"Ah, the weather was just as awful back then, but instead of rain, it was blood that hit my face."

He looked towards the northern horizon, the other side of the world.

Seeing this, Otta, who was trying to stand up again, stopped:

"what are you saying?"

Chardo smiled, but his tone betrayed a hint of disappointment: "You certainly have more backbone than the strongest clan back then. But you're still too weak..."

“The three great adventurers’ requests…” Chardo gave a bitter laugh:

"Speaking of 'disappointment,' it's mostly about myself. Facing that 'Dark End,' which so easily crushed the strongest Familias, it was a simple, utterly despairing sense of emptiness."

Chardo couldn't quite grasp his current feelings either, and his words were somewhat complicated.

Allen removed his tattered armor, his face contorted with rage: "What exactly do you mean? Explain it clearly in a way we can understand!"

Chardo gave a wry smile: "We were so confident in our powerful strength, which was recognized by the gods, but we were easily blown away by that thing."

"We experienced a devastation we had never experienced before."

He took a deep breath, his thoughts returning to the battlefield of the past.

"Weapons turned to dust, bodies were torn to pieces, and adventurers became food. What you see before you is a sea of ​​blood covering the mountain."

Hearing Chardo's true feelings, Ota and the others were shocked by the stark reality and fell silent.

They couldn't believe that one person could have ravaged them to this extent. The high wall that the entire city's resources, even after setting aside all grudges and hatred, and uniting together, could not overcome, would actually be ravaged in return.

Moreover, there was more than one strong person like Chardo at that time!

One level 9, one level 8, and the remaining level 7 overlords—there were more than two of them. Even with this lineup, they were all crushed by that "Dark End".

"impossible!"

Having transcended hatred and hostility, the members of Freya's Familia were well aware of the destructive power this force could unleash once united.

Taking down at least a level 10 floor owner shouldn't be a problem.

Curses, items, equipment, magic...

Adventurers of all kinds, using their respective strengths to form alliances, can overcome the gap between two or three classes by relying on miracles in the lower realm.

however……

The result was an easy defeat, leaving behind only corpses.

"Because... the surviving members of the clan, praised as the strongest heroes, escaped!"

Chardo's expression twisted for the first time:

"Ah, I was convinced then that this wouldn't work."

He stared at these warriors before him, who, even severely wounded, still clung to their bodies, as if trying to tear off a piece of their own flesh:

"Unable to resist truly desperate adventurers, unable to fulfill the world's tragic wishes. These powerless charlatans who swindle and deceive in the name of heroism... this era created by the gods is absolutely incapable of defeating that 'Dark End.'"

If it weren't for that brat Ciel's help, Orario wouldn't even have a worthy opponent to fight him.

What's even more cruel is that they actually sent a group of level 3 girls to fight that witch to the death.

It's ridiculous, even I wouldn't dare to go head-to-head with that queen.

Thinking of this, Chardor's expression turned angry: "No matter how unwilling we are to admit it, we, who lost to the 'Black Dragon,' have proven it. The methods of the Age of Gods will not work."

"In that case..."

The overlord raised his weapon and roared, declaring, "We will reclaim the 'Age of Heroes' that we still sing of today!"

Ota's eyes widened in surprise: "You...you mean...!"

Hedin was stunned: "Do you want to turn back the clock?!"

Chardo's gaze turned icy: "No... it's about advancing this era. God will one day leave us, and we must set the clock that has been stagnant for a thousand years running again!"

A thousand years ago, the mercenary king Albert single-handedly managed to blind one of the black dragon's eyes. But now, a thousand years later, with better conditions than before, his clan, which has been building up for a thousand years, can't even tear off a single scale from that dragon.

What a shame!

"In a world where the only way to avoid being devoured is to devour others, beasts constantly hone their claws, study their opponents, and instantly transform the 'unknown' into the 'known,' converting it into their own power!"

Just like a dynasty that has ruled for thousands of years, only when its backbone is shattered by powerful ships and cannons can it continuously absorb the wisdom of its enemies from the ashes, and finally be reborn from the ashes, even surpassing its opponents!

Only in such an era will heroes emerge like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, uniting as one force to overthrow overwhelming despair.

"Waiting until that time arrives to awaken is too slow! The world won't give us much time, so I will proactively turn back the clock and plunge the world into chaos ahead of time! Let the new era revive before that final breakout from its cage!"

Chardo's reasons left the crowd unable to calm down for a long time.

"Come, prove to me that even in the face of despair, you can overcome it, prove that you have the determination and will to deal with that thing. Otherwise, I will destroy the Age of Gods and place my hopes on the final 'heroic myth'!"

Ota, having discerned Chardo's true intentions, roared in defiance:

"Chardo!!! Your true intention is..., your true intention...!!!"

"Do you want to show us mercy again, just like those remnants of the fold?"

"You have become a 'wall' blocking us with your own bodies! Once again, you have tried to become the 'foundation' of us!—Just like eight years ago!! Repeating the actions of the heroes Machsim!!"

Chardo sneered at the roaring, mud-covered wild boar, which was mired in the mud.

"Ha, so you're saying you can get back on your feet?"

Ota stood up, his golden fur once more gleaming on his body: "Defeat after defeat, falling into the mud time and again, tasting the bitter fruit of failure. How weak! How cowardly! My sense of powerlessness is even greater than your disappointment!"

"so what?"

Therefore, I only have one answer!

"What is it?"

"I'll defeat you!"

Chardo grinned coldly: "A wild boar that has never won a single battle! A beast whose entire life has been a failure, don't get too cocky! Even this battered and bruised body is not something you can easily overcome!"

Allen, leaning on his spear, also stood up: "Ah... I'm not like that wild boar. Even if I lose, I'll turn this shame into my 'foundation'! Hand over your experience points, you good-for-nothing!"

In the sky, the black demonic sword slashed out three times in succession.

It wasn't aimed at Chardo, but at Allen and his two companions. Three glass bottles were suspended from the tip of the sword, and the liquid from the bottles was carefully scattered and dripped onto the three of them.

White smoke rose from the wounds on the body's surface, blocking the wounds.