Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

This tool, originally intended to translate the cries of heretics, has now become a tool for connecting puppets and communicating between the "past" and the "future."

From inside the crystal screen, it seemed as if a girl was uttering a cold, stiff voice...

"Uh..." The woman looked at the girl with a strange expression and a cold voice, and thought to herself: Did I mistake her for someone else?

"No, not at all..." the woman shrank her neck.

Charles looked at the woman's head in disappointment and muttered, "Why isn't there a question mark..."

Then, it skipped and hopped away from the street.

Right now, Hera's Familia should be preparing to attack Leviathan, so it's good that no one's watching her. She can go have some fun in the dungeon...

Chapter 450 Hera: You want to go to heaven?!

As he typed on the keyboard, Ciel controlled the puppet's consciousness to move.

Ten years ago, Orario's architectural style and terrain were completely different from what Shire is familiar with now.

First, the two largest factions in the north and south are located in the Hera Familia and the Zeus Familia. Taking the Hera Familia as an example, its main style is based on Western European church architecture. Even now, many of the Familia's remaining buildings are still found in Orario.

With the intention of exploring the old map, Charles moved between the various churches, but after only five minutes, the game character seemed to freeze, becoming completely still, and eventually the screen went black intermittently.

"Network... network connection interrupted!" Charles was stunned.

The screen in front of him was lower and trembled slightly, as if everyone had been raised a notch. No matter how much Xia Er pressed the buttons, all he could get was a spasm.

"Metluth? You're Metluth, right? What's wrong? Why are you so pale?" A nun from the church seemed to have spotted Ciel and ran out of the building, bringing her small face close to the screen.

Huh, there's a sound?

Since there's no network interruption, why is there no response?

Charles took off his headset: "Network administrator—! No, Fels, come quick, is there something wrong with the equipment?!"

Fels reluctantly moved over, glanced at the screen, then took the headphones, listened to the little nun's question, and couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Looks like she's exhausted and drained."

"What exactly did you do with Metluth's body?"

"Huh? I didn't do anything?" Charles shook his head blankly.

Watching Metluth on the screen, she was helped into the church by the little nun. After drinking some potions and sugar water, she was able to move again after more than ten minutes.

"You continue, let me see what's going on?" Seeing that the equipment was working properly, Fels gave his position to Charles.

After Charles sat down, he first turned around in place to look around, and then noticed a couple exchanging rings in front of the church.

"Sir, whether poor or rich..."

"This lady..."

As the young nun presided over the wedding vows, waiting for the couple to answer "I do," she suddenly saw Metlugh, who had just looked dejected, stand up and then sprint wildly, running as she went.

She hopped across the church pews and landed with a thud in the center of the couple's seats, her face as cold as ice as she stared intently at the groom, saying nothing.

……

just now……

Fels shoved Charles away, covered his face, and complained, "What are you doing? What normal person can withstand your sprinting and jumping for several minutes? Take a look at the stamina of an average person, okay?"

“Oh—right. But five minutes is too short… tsk, Greyhound.” Ciel scratched his head.

The puppet's consciousness has no sense of pain or fatigue, and it will still act according to commands even when Metluja's body is at its limit.

For someone like Ciel, who has been manipulated to the point where even forced commands cannot elicit action, this is already the limit of the limit.

"Anyway, you should still be careful. After all, this is a real person, not a puppet." Fels stroked his chin, pondering whether he should give Charles a stamina bar and a mana bar, and maybe even a life bar...

"Okay, okay, next time get me insurance so my life won't be in danger."

Having learned his lesson, Ciel regained control, put his headphones back on, and heard several gasps of surprise.

"What? How did she know you were Greyhound? Tell me, what's your relationship?"

"It's a misunderstanding, darling, let me explain."

[Insurance..., life-threatening...]

……

"Aaaaaaah, stop talking!"

"Hey...that's Hera...Hera's Familia has arrived!"

Ciel shifted his perspective, and Metluja circled around the spot, seeing the groom fleeing in disarray, and the bride standing there, stunned.

She looked blankly at the little nun with her mouth agape, and said coldly, "What happened? Is there a monster attack?"

"No...no."

"Then why did they run away? Is it a custom in Orario?"

"...Haha, I don't know either."

Metluth was politely escorted out of the church.

This time, Charles resisted pressing the run button, but his movement speed was too slow. Five minutes had passed after he had only walked two or three streets.

"If I get to the entrance of the dungeon, wouldn't more than half an hour have passed?"

Normally I wouldn't feel it, but in a game, it's such a waste of time.

'Since the stamina bar can't keep up, why not use the magic bar instead?' Xia Er suddenly had a brilliant idea.

Reach out and press down on the magic crystal on the other side...

In the scene, Metluth's lips moved slightly, and a "Gospel" was uttered. Her wand unleashed a dazzling shockwave, the ground cracked open, and the recoil propelled her forward.

Wuhu——

Ciel gasped as he watched the scenery rushing past in the screen.

Boom boom boom————

Metluth's body, propelled high by the reaction of the Gospel, landed quietly after the shock subsided.

Gradually, Xia Er's skills evolved from the initial high jump to the later double jump, and then to the "great lightness skill".

Metlujah soared three hundred meters above the ground, overlooking an environment completely different from the city she had seen ten years ago. She suddenly swung her wand backward, the impact propelling her hundreds of meters higher into the clouds.

……

At this moment, at the top of the Tower of Babel.

Hera sat in front of the huge glass window, holding a cup of pudding, taking small bites, and gazing at the distant scenery.

Suddenly, her peripheral vision was drawn to a tiny, fleeting black shadow.

In the urban landscape that resembled an ant kingdom, an ant took flight, gradually growing larger and larger, steadily closing the distance between itself and her…

Hera held onto the spoon, her domineering imperial demeanor crumbling. Her eyes slowly widened until she was face to face with the 'ant'.

boom----

Outside the glass, a white-haired, blue-eyed girl with an elfin appearance perched on the heavy glass windowsill, just like a spider.

“Metluth?! ...

"Hera?! You stole my pudding again!"

"That's mine!" Hera instinctively knelt down on the ground, then, realizing what she had seen, looked up in astonishment. Confirming she wasn't mistaken, she opened the window, leaned out, and stared intently.

"Metlujah! Are you trying to fly to the heavens?!"

Charles chuckled to himself, surprised that there were still people here at this hour.

With white hair, thin lips, and upturned eyebrows, she looked like a rather mean-spirited woman.

Is this Hera?

Wow, this older lady still has her charm!

Charles scratched his face and gave an awkward smile. "Um, Lady Hera, could you tell me how to get to the Deankat Treatment Center...? I think I'm having some kind of problem. Ugh? Ahh ...

Why are you scratching your face?

Hera watched as Metluth fell freely from the top of the Tower of Babel, and three question marks slowly appeared above her head.

follow closely……

"Gospel--"

boom--

Hera looked at Metluth, who sat on her wand and landed at high speed using a shockwave like a witch, her face full of confusion.

"What's happening here?"

Chapter 451 Sorry, my hand slipped.

Ciel stared directly at the goddess Hera in the picture, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"So this is what Hera looks like."

In the past, there were countless heroes and valiant figures that the Charlemagne had never met, such as the powerful Empress, the domineering heroes, and Zeus and Hera's group of cadres who were no less capable than Chardor. He wanted to see their heroic figures.

Unfortunately, Hera was the only one on the top floor of the Tower of Babel.

on the other hand……

Zeus and Hera were inextricably linked to Uranus, and the millennia of the Age of Gods were almost entirely created by these three gods.

To meet Fels of this era, and to bring Metluja back and renew her grace, both require Hera. Therefore, Ciel simply greeted her.

After Hera realized that Metluth was in trouble and reacted, it was only natural for her to incorporate herself into the plan.

As for Alfia restricting her freedom after being exposed?

Huh? I can fly!

Who can catch me?

……