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Jaluo moved his lips: "A normal 500 million Fali!"

Charles spread his arms wide with satisfaction, spun around, and glanced at the bewildered Valetta on the ground: "Come on, someone tell me, why would you trade hundreds of lives for 100 slaves when you could exchange them for 100 million cheap goods?"

"There are even several level 3 officers among them! Can someone tell me how many level 3 officers we have in total?"

"Which genius came up with this plan? Or do you guys think you're too powerful, so you want a few of your officers to die? That would make you feel cool?"

There was silence.

Valetta, unwilling to give up, struggled to sit up: "That was all for killing adventurers! It was a necessary sacrifice to reap lives! We can't buy that many ignition devices! Orario will never sell them to us."

Charles covered his face: "Hey, big sister, are you a spy sent by Finn? If they won't sell, why don't you buy from a merchant? Magic stone lamps, lighters, anything is fine. Orario's monthly export volume is in the tens of millions. Who can stop us?"

Ciel suddenly remembered an illustration posted by the author of DanMachi, captioned as featuring the reckless 16-year-old adventurer Valetta…

He stared suspiciously at the 160cm+ tall, curvaceous pink-haired woman. Converting the time... could she really only be 9 years old? A 9-year-old level 5?

impossible!

Charles was lost in thought, but the members of the Dark Faction were giving him increasingly strange looks.

Damn, what this kid said makes a lot of sense. A level 3 can be the leader of a mid-level clan, and most of the people here are level 3 as well. Valetta feels like she's betraying us!

"So that's why Finn always sees through our schemes... Is that why?"

"I remember she always yelled that she wanted to fight Finn. Could it be... in bed?"

"If we don't close the net soon, Valeta will become the leader of the Dark Clique!"

The discussions were heated, and even Valetta herself wondered if she really was a spy sent by Orario.

She, who diligently served the secret faction, was actually the culprit who gradually destroyed the organization?

Valetta prides herself on her exceptional cunning, believing she can always go toe-to-toe with Finn in every scheme and calculation. It is precisely because of her cruelty and cunning that Valetta secured her position as commander.

But unexpectedly, they crashed in such a ditch.

When it comes to values ​​and common sense...

The dark faction, which only pursues killing and destruction, is simply appalling.

Charles was satisfied with the current pace, at least keeping the 'most intelligent' Valetta under control. This way, all that was left of the Dark Faction were murderous lunatics.

The best way to communicate with a madman is to use your fists to make him listen to your reasoning.

"You're right, but wasn't the attack on the magic stone processing plant only failed because of Jester's intervention? Otherwise, we could have kept whittling down high-level adventurers, leaving Orario with a depleted fighting force!"

Taking the high-grade elixir from her subordinate, Valeta stood up again. She glanced fearfully at Alfia in the distance and said calmly.

“Yes.” Charles nodded. “You’re right!”

Valeta's decision not to bring up Chardo's leniency proves that she has chosen to yield.

"After all, we've gathered here for that grand plan. However, you've disappointed me greatly, making it hard for us to believe that cooperating with you might backfire!"

Charles crossed his arms and tapped his fingers: "Here's what we'll do! Go and take down the Jesters who've been causing the most trouble lately! That'll prove they're qualified to cooperate with us!"

The sound reached the ears of all the cadres in the meeting room...

"Hey, what are you talking about? Don't think we'll listen to you just because you talk a few words."

"That's a Jester! You can't just kill him like that!"

"Who is your boy?"

Charles shrugged at this.

"Oh, I forgot, I haven't introduced myself yet?"

“As you can see…” The flickering, dim campfire illuminated the corners of Charles’s mouth as he gracefully stepped forward and stood before the two overlords, turning to open his arms wide:

"Now I am the master of the overlords. 'Master of Absolute Evil,' 'Hunter of the End,' you may call me... Joker!"

Chapter 108 You don't even dare to gang up on someone? You're asking for trouble!

Without needing much explanation from Charles, the two silent overlords standing behind him were enough to prove that Charles's words were true.

“So that’s why Erebus avoided me?” Olivas asked solemnly.

“I am not that cowardly.” A metal door on one side of the room rose, and Erebus entered with a group of gods.

Clearly, this is now the main event of the meeting.

"The prank is over, the real person has arrived."

Erebus sat in the center of the room, on the sole throne. Two overlords stood on either side of him. Sharl leaned obediently against the armrest of the throne, displaying his status.

The Primordial God of the Underworld surveyed the crowd with a disdainful look: "The probing plan has yielded absolutely no results. You..."

Everyone held their breath as a divine power, as profound as the underworld, emanated from the confined space.

"I'm so disappointed in my god."

Alecto, the goddess of vengeance standing beneath her divine throne, licked her lips:

"How can we possibly destroy Orario like this? It's rare to have such a powerful ally. Disappointing, so disappointing~"

Death Thanatos tilted his head and sighed in a sharp voice, "So, we've made our decision."

The two gods said in unison, "Choose three members of our kin who have no achievements to show for themselves and are only a burden to us! We will sacrifice their chief god to 'The End' (the black monster)!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the cadres present froze.

“Aha!” Vareta turned his head and stared at the crowd with great interest.

This isn't some kind of last-place elimination; it's a real battle royale!

The weakest of the clans will naturally become sacrifices to welcome the monster "Dark End." Those who don't want to die will fight with all their might!

In Erebus's plan, the three gods were originally required to go to the dungeon to unleash their divine power and summon the black monster "Greatest Evil." No god would willingly be sacrificed, and naturally, they, unwilling to be sent back, would resist to the very end with all their might.

The losses will be more than just the forces of three clans.

Originally, it was like this...

“But… Mr. Joker believes that even the weakest and lowest-ranking clans are valuable resources and fighting forces. It would be foolish for us to kill each other for no reason.”

Erebus crossed his legs, propped his chin up, and looked down at the panicked crowd.

He waved his arm and declared, "So be it! If you don't want to be the unfortunate chosen sacrifice, then go and wreak havoc on Orario! Hunt down prey that will prove your worth, bring back their heads, and show us your worth!"

Alexo raised his round, fair chin: "Go destroy! Go annihilate, bring endless strife and war to Orario!"

Thanatos pulled out stacks of guild flyers from his pocket, which contained updates on the leveling up of various adventurers. They were distributed to the crowd like bounty posters.

This move shifted the internal conflict to Orario.

Even if a clan is weak in rank but numerous, it doesn't have to be slaughtered. Even if it ends up being sacrificed, it should at least fight to the last person. What if it wins?

Many cadres from the weaker factions cast grateful glances at Charles.

They prefer to torture and kill others rather than be tortured and killed themselves.

More than half of the clans left with the bounty, leaving only the clan leaders with absolute combat power of Lv5 in the meeting hall.

Charles stood up, looked at the few stalks of chives, and raised his eyebrows: "Alright, all the good-for-nothings are gone. Now it's our turn to talk about how to do something with this carnival."

Basram's face darkened: "Oh, we have a mission too?"

“Of course!” Charles said, hands on his hips. “In my opinion, those of you here are not much different from those who left.”

He glanced at Valetta: "Especially in terms of intelligence."

Ninety-nine percent of the Dark Faction are madmen. Valetta is already considered an outstanding schemer, but she still has many oversights.

“Your mission is simple.” Charles adjusted his tone and said solemnly, “As I said before, you are to hunt down Jesters.”

Valetta grinned maliciously: "Hey, Jester isn't some Tom, Dick, or Harry! Are you sure you're not sending us to our deaths?"

Valetta had personally fought against the Jester and was clearly terrified of that extraordinary fighting power.

The Dis sisters chimed in from either side, "If we have to kill someone, we'll choose Hedin."

"I want Hegney!"

Priest Basram remained silent. The reason he stayed here was because he had 12 "Fairy Soldiers" with potential abilities at level 5.

That was to use "illegitimate" means to forcibly weaponize the immortal essence and integrate it into the original body of the "Osiris Familia," and then adjust and maintain the berserk state and control through drugs.

“I will not waste my precious body on meaningless things,” Basram said in a deep voice.

"I'll devise a plan to lure Jester into a trap. You're fully capable of surrounding and killing him. If you still hesitate after that..." Ciel, hands in his pockets, bent over and sneered:

"Huh? You're not telling me you don't even dare to fight 15 against 1? What's the point of the Orario Collapse Plan then?"

"What a poop on you!"

In the Shire's plan, the entire sacrificial ceremony was divided into two parts.

One part, consisting of the weakest cannon fodder members, was sent to disrupt Orario's defenses. The other part, comprised of the elite forces of the Dark Faction, was sent to besiege Belle.

Belle hopes to alleviate the suffering of this era, but constantly exploring the man-made maze is too time-consuming and laborious, so Ciel takes the opportunity to pull them out together to form a team.

If we win, everyone will contribute to the Great Achievement, and Ciel will also get some stat boosts. Incidentally, this will also dismantle the current high-end fighting force of the Dark Faction, making it easier for me to take over the artificial labyrinth.

If you lose, then go home and find your mom!

The dark faction leader, who was completely overwhelmed by Xia Er's profanity, was initially furious and gradually released his killing intent. However, when he glanced at the two overlords beside him, his killing intent quickly dissipated, and he calmed down.

"Damn it! You're right! We're 15 level 5s ganging up on some nobody, and we don't even dare to make a move. What kind of 'unjust' are we pursuing?!"

Priest Basram brandished his staff, his face flushed with frustration.

This is an insult to his goddess by Ciel. The Apatite Familia, who adhere to the "unorthodox" doctrine, will not reject such heresy.

The Dis sisters exchanged glances, and although they weren't Hedin/Hegney, they also found it fun to torment the soft rabbit.

Now that things had come to this, Valetta fell silent: "Where is the ambush location? What if the hero discovers it? If Finn's spear comes flying at us, we'll have a hard time dealing with it."

Ciel, one hand in his pocket, said, "Let's see if you can finish this quickly. If you can lose even with a dragon charging in, then you're not worth joining forces with 'Absolute Evil.'"

Chapter 109 Candidate for the Next Big Brother

The gathering of criminals has come to an end.