Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

"what happened?"

Alpha, confident that the steel ball didn't have such a long-lasting hard control effect, dared not be careless and took a step back to create distance.

at the same time.

Valeta, who was mingling in the battlefield of Anfespina, also felt a void in her body, and the longsword she swung at Ryu was easily knocked away.

He was then struck hard in the abdomen, rolled and thrown more than ten meters away, coughed up blood, and collapsed to the ground.

My body is moving so slowly.

My legs felt like they were filled with lead, making them feel sluggish.

A maniacal, deranged smile spread across Valetta's face as she hysterically cursed, "Finn! You're fucking good! You've used all the adventurers here as sacrifices!"

"!"

The adventurers, still resisting, paused in their tracks upon hearing Valetta's roar.

They vaguely sensed something was amiss.

Immediately following, Olivas' hysterical roar rang out:

"Orario!!! God! My lord, you have abandoned us!!"

The adventurers suddenly felt the blows landing on them become lighter, and the dark faction members all showed signs of panic and fear.

Immediately following, when an adventurer tentatively drew his sword and easily beheaded a soldier, the scene erupted in uproar…

"You've succeeded, Finn!" Maru shouted. "The Dark Faction has lost all its favor! The time for retaliation... has come!"

Olivas retreated in fear, his face filled with rage towards the gods:

"Damn it, didn't I tell him to hide? How could he run off again? Damn it, he doesn't care about our lives... Gods! Damn gods!"

He and Valetta moved simultaneously, drawing their cursed whips and directing the monsters to escort them away.

Just as Olivas was about to leave the battlefield and disappear into the surrounding caves, a large number of monsters with greedy expressions and dripping saliva poured out of the passage.

Damn it! He swung his whip hard, and the [Black-Armored Half-Goat] stood in front of the monster army.

“I have to run…” Olivas crossed the battlefield, but having lost his favor, he was no match for the monsters.

With a tearing sound, his ankle was snapped by the giant pincers of a metal crab, and the pain sent him crashing to the ground.

Immediately following were the roaring, tearing monsters that devoured his flesh.

"Ah... Ahhhhhh!"

Olivas crawled forward desperately with his hands, refusing to accept that he would die here in this damned way.

He took out the firestone he was carrying, pulled the pin, and threw it at the monster behind him before the fuse burned out.

boom----

He felt a lightness in his lower body, followed by a sticky pulling sensation, and he was freed from the monster's restraints. He desperately crawled forward with his hands.

The close-up firelight melted Olivas's eyeballs, plunging his vision into darkness.

Bloodstained ears heard the screams of comrades crying out, and the excited roars of monsters.

Screams echoed in layers, coming from all directions, never ceasing.

The man dragged his upper body away miserably, fleeing from the hellish wails filled with resentment.

He reached out, grabbed the soil in front of him, and dragged his heavy upper body into the cave.

……

I don't know where the river fork is.

Charles carried Phil Weiss, who was covered in blood, and climbed ashore.

He glanced at the upstream riverbed and pursed his lips.

He wasn't a very good swimmer either. He could swim in ordinary rivers, but that didn't mean he had to fight monsters and contend with turbulent currents.

It was only with great difficulty that it managed to climb out when the lake water was swallowed by Pochi, causing the river level to drop and the flow rate to decrease. Otherwise, it is unknown where it would have been swept away to.

He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, glanced at Phil Weiss, whose face was pale, and without thinking, pinched her mouth and nose, pried open her bluish lips, took a deep breath, and bent down to blow air into her.

Next, place both hands on your chest and press down firmly.

Artificial respiration was repeated three times.

As Charles bent down to blow air into her chest again, Philwiss coughed up a mouthful of fluid and opened her eyes.

Her vision gradually cleared from a blur, and before her lay a handsome male face that was gradually enlarging. A strong masculine aura enveloped the tip of her nose, and the touch on her lips sent chills down her spine.

In the instant of tension caused by stress, when the man looked up and saw his face clearly, his body gradually warmed up from being cold, and a layer of hot sweat slowly seeped from his pores.

"Ciel~~~"

"Thank goodness, you're awake!" Charles's face lit up with a relieved smile, still shaken. "You weren't breathing at all! Thank goodness, thank goodness!"

When she was hugged again, Phil Weiss felt completely helpless.

"Gurgle—Ahhhhhh~~~"

But this feeling of happiness didn't last long before it disappeared again.

Charles released his grip, pulled a bottle of elixir (coconut milk) from his pocket, bit off the cap of the test tube, and shoved it into Phil Weiss's red lips.

The rich healing power filled her flesh and blood, and the wounds on her limbs gradually healed. Although her face was still very pale, she slowly got up after coughing up some dirty river water again.

Only then did she suddenly recall the moment before she fell into the water.

The enormous two-headed dragon plunged into the water, scattering the entire adventure team of nearly a thousand people.

"It's Anfespina! Where's the commander? How is everyone?! Where am we?"

Charles looked grim and shook his head: "We've been separated. I don't know the situation over there either, but it's definitely not good!"

"Given the chaotic formation and harsh environment, it was a predictable outcome that they would be devoured by the monsters one by one."

Phil Weiss's face turned pale instantly, and tears welled up in her wine-red eyes: "I...we have to go back and save them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a clear look of hesitation appeared on Charles's face.

The "answer" given to Philweis was a giant, demonic mosquito that swarmed from the depths of the cave.

Knowing that she was now in grave danger, Phil Weiss uttered a faint, almost inaudible voice: "I'm sorry..."

"Hurry!" Charles pulled out a stinking bag to repel monsters from his [Nika Pocket], grabbed Philwiss's arm, and ran wildly toward the other side of the cave.

"Hey, where are we going?"

"Weren't we going to help the regimental commander and the others?"

"But... we can't help either? We don't want to waste our time..."

"Do you want to watch them die and return to the surface alone?" Charles shouted.

"Of course not!" The noble elf quickened her pace.

She was only concerned about Charles's safety...

Chapter 332 The Gods Betrayed Me!

"The Staff of the Dionysus, the Supreme God!"

In the tunnel of the cave, Philwiss squeezed out the last bit of magic power, unleashed a white lightning bolt, and wiped out the monsters that blocked her way.

The two sat on the back of a giant crystal tortoise, traveling along the dried-up riverbed.

The monsters on the 27th floor have high fire resistance, but are relatively weak against lightning magic. Even a level 2 Philvis can easily clear them out with magic.

"Almost there...we're almost at the battlefield."

In the silent riverbed, the excited roars of monsters and the wails of humans could already be heard.

"Faster!" The hellish tone intensified Phil Weiss's anxiety.

“No… wait…” Charles suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. The manifestation of Erebus’s power made him feel that someone was stealing the soul that should belong to him.

The crystal turtle at my feet stopped, and something seemed to be stirring in the muddy swamp before me.

"Get down! Quickly!" Charles grabbed Phil Weiss's slender waist and leaped off the back of the crystal giant tortoise.

A dark green, viscous, fleshy tentacle shot out from the mud and pierced through the giant tortoise's head.

The two landed on the riverbank. Ciel pulled out the Reversal Spirit Veil, and the figure disappeared into the air. The next moment, Rimuru's body expanded and swallowed the two of them.

After surveying the surroundings without detecting any human presence, the green, fleshy tentacle quietly retracted and disappeared into the depths of the maze.

“What is that…?” Phil Weiss’s pupils trembled.

“I don’t know… but it’s definitely something terrifying.” Charles gritted his teeth.

"Oh no, that thing is heading towards the battlefield! Commander Nar and the others are in danger!" Phil Weiss's face showed a bewildered expression, clearly wondering what to do.

"Let's be careful, let's follow them and see!" Charles pointed to the Reversible Spirit Veil.

Phil Weiss was completely disoriented. Even she knew very well that something strange had definitely happened in the area ahead.

Reason told her that she had to escape, or she would die.

But her fastidious nature as an elf made her hesitate to turn and run away, and she stood there rooted to the spot.

She was led forward step by step by Charles.

In a narrow passageway, they saw 'that' thing...

Olivas felt incredibly hot. His throat was dry and sore, and he couldn't clench his teeth.

The lower half of the body, below the waist, had already been torn off.

He was like a dead man, having forgotten what it means to be human, crawling on the ground using only his two arms.

With each step forward, his body lost something he couldn't afford to lose. The unbelievable pain, like a giant whirlpool, drove the man mad.

He should have died long ago, but he has been tormented to this day in the shackles called grace, and no one is willing to let him go.

I could almost hear the laughter of the gods, who were pointing at me and laughing heartily from their high positions.

Tears of blood welled in his eyes, revealing his resentment; the man still wanted to live. He hated everything except himself and was filled with despair at the prospect of no redemption.