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Thanatos took two steps forward: "Valetta, what happened to you?"

"Enough nonsense. Don't think I don't know. You already knew about the gods being returned." Valetta, supporting her broken body, sat up against the wall.

"Hey, gods, hurry up and grant me your favor!"

"Oh, I mean, can you choose me?" Thanatos smiled broadly.

"Damn it, who else is there besides you? Stop dawdling, I'm going to die!" Valetta roared in fury.

After Thanatos restored Valeta's grace and she received treatment, Valeta joined the memorial service held for herself... oh no, for Olivas.

"All the fooling around has come to an end. Although the result was somewhat unsatisfactory, the goal has been achieved." Valeta breathed a sigh of relief.

"On the surface, our power has already crumbled. Next, as long as we seal off the labyrinth and cannot break through the hardest metal gate, they will not pursue Knossos relentlessly. We can then lie in wait, secretly accumulate strength, and wait for our opportunity."

Barca hissed, "Although the methods were somewhat despicable, and Olivas' sacrifice was regrettable, his departure will not stop us from moving forward..."

"The brand-new Labyrinth Hunting Grounds are on track. Just give us a little more time... and we'll give Orario a huge surprise."

"That's true, Hasqi. A new type of monster, and an incubation device too?"

Hasqi flicked a gold coin: "Hey, I hope the adventurers like the gift I prepared for them."

hum-

The gold coin trembled in mid-air, splitting in two, and then sprouted wings, gently landing in Balka's palm.

Chapter 340 Creating a World Where Anila Exists

The next day, a thin drizzle began to fall.

Orario, Central Park.

"Quickly, this side first, healer, healer!"

"Ora, it's so good to see you back..."

The city's gods had gathered here, their anxiety growing ever since the blessings began to dwindle. But no matter how they pleaded, or begged their acquaintances to assist, they were all told they were too busy.

Following this, the return of deities occurred on a large scale in the city, and these deities naturally realized that they had been tricked.

At this moment, they looked at the children who were covered in wounds, some of whom might not be able to continue being adventurers, their faces filled with grief and reluctance.

“Lord Dionysus… I’m sorry, I failed to protect everyone… Anila… Philvis… they are all…”

Nar handed the tattered, blood-stained clan emblem to Dionysus.

"It's good that you're back... I don't blame you this time." Dionysus's eyes flickered as he patted Nar's head. "You must be tired. When you get back, tell me everything that happened."

the other side.

"Hey, Mr. Charles, have you seen our commander?" The elf Revis looked around but didn't see the person he was looking for.

Is he still cleaning up the mess in the underground city?

“I’m sorry…” Charles lowered his head: “These are all the survivors of the expedition.”

“What…” Revis took a step back.

He was the only remaining member of the Modi Clan, a huge shock that he found hard to accept.

“Alright, Reeves.” The muscular and resolute god-like Moody stood behind Reeves, covering his eyes with one hand and resting his head against his chest:

"Cry, child, you'll be the battalion commander from now on. You need to learn to hide your tears."

Rainwater mingled with two lines of clear tears as it fell.

Charles remained silent, glancing at the equally oppressive Dionysus clan and his fellow expedition members.

Among the crowd, Charles spotted a werewolf with lightning bolt scars on his face. He carried a bag and looked travel-worn, but stood blankly in a corner of the park.

Before him lay several incomplete corpses, some of which contained only their belongings.

The blond human vice-captain, wiping away tears, lowered her head and confided something to the werewolf...

"I'm sorry, Bert, I was too weak to protect everyone."

"Bert... I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise."

The members of the clan wept bitterly. They did not complain about the absence of strong protectors, but blamed themselves for being too weak and for recklessly venturing into the upper floors in an attempt to catch up with the strong.

Bert stood there, frozen in place...

Hasn't he already become stronger? Hasn't he already defeated the "Lord of the Plains"?

But why did we still lose it?

“I’m sorry… Bert,” said the chief god Vida.

Upon hearing this, Bert felt a disconnection in his mind.

Coming to his senses, he had already grabbed the chief god by the collar: "Why are you apologizing? As the chief god, why are you apologizing?"

"Stop, Bert!?"

He cursed himself, wondering why he was so weak, so weak that he couldn't fight against the world, couldn't fight against fate.

Ciel witnessed Bert abandoning his own clan and driving the chief god out of Orario.

However, compared to the Veda Familia, which simply stumbled into the battlefield, it is much more difficult for the other Familias to become chief gods.

"What's over there?"

"The residents are celebrating the victory that the [Hero] has once again led us to. Many evil gods have been returned, and Orario's dark period is finally coming to an end."

"You... joined the effort to return the evil god?" A member of the kin stared incredulously at the remorseful chief god. "Why would you help the kin who framed us?"

"I only did this so that Loki's Familia could rescue you faster."

"I can't understand! Everyone is dead! To protect me, they were twisted off their heads without any resistance and swallowed into the monster's body."

"……Feel sorry."

"No, I won't accept it! I absolutely won't accept such a perfunctory apology!" the clan shouted. "Why should we suffer like this, while that Palum can enjoy the fruits of victory without a care in the world?"

After the initial grief and relief at being able to return to the ground, anger and resentment began to spread.

Liu looked at the scene before her with a sorrowful expression, her brows furrowed.

“You shouldn’t have come to save us,” Charles said calmly.

"why?"

“Finn’s plan was perfect. If everyone here dies, all that will remain are the voices praising the ‘Hero.’ Now, internal strife will erupt in Orario. If the grievances of the victims aren’t vented, everyone here will become a new dark faction…”

Liu opened her mouth but didn't answer, "You can do that too?"

"My friends are dead. Grief is only natural."

"We are still too weak to be like you..."

Charles said, "You did nothing wrong. No matter what happens to them in the future, they will be grateful for your help. Don't overthink it. You must be tired too. Go back and rest well and recover from your injuries."

"I think the future of cities will not be very peaceful."

……

A vineyard nestled in the city.

Inside the underground wine cellar, the magic stone lights flickered.

With a look of profound despair, Nar tore open his clothes, and his chest slowly split open, revealing a colorful magic stone.

"That's it, Lord Dionysus, I have long since fallen into monster form. 'She' has been whispering in my mind, urging me to destroy the city."

"..."

Dionysus looked at Nar, whose expression had become contorted, and slowly a smile spread across his face. He reached out his hand...

"Don't touch me, my body is so filthy and unclean, it cannot defile your fingers."

Dionysus did not stop, and continued to touch Nar's cheek:

"How could you be a monster? You are beautiful like this, I like you very much."

"Lord Dionysus?"

Dionysus, captivated, touched the magic stone on Nar's chest:

“Anila will not despise your current body; she will only be happy that you have survived.”

“Yes, Anila would never abandon me…” Nar grinned.

Dionysus laughed and whispered a devilish murmur:

"What do you want to do? As your family, as your parents, I will support you no matter what you want to do, as long as you can survive."

"I want revenge!"

"Finn killed Anila and fooled everyone. I will never accept this! I will make him pay!"

Dionysus laughed, "Then let's follow 'her' will. The more Finn tries to protect something, the more we'll crush it in front of him!"

Nar remained silent. The Fallen Fairy was the murderer of Anila, and even if he couldn't defy her will, he was unwilling to follow her wishes.

Seeing this...

Dionysus took a bottle of wine from the depths of the cellar and filled a goblet to the brim.

"Have a drink and calm down."

Without hesitation, Nar picked up his wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

Before her eyes, Anila's body parts seemed to come alive, opening their eyes and smiling at him.

“Since you can’t resist, then submit. Anila doesn’t want you to suffer, right…”

Nar heard Anila's worried voice in his ears: "Yes."

Chapter 341 The fake world

Ah... this world before my eyes is an illusion.

Of course I know that.