Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

Retreating now would be too disadvantageous, while continuing to gamble might result in losing everything.

"My minions, it is time to prove your worth to Thanatos!" Valetta raised her long blade, which was shrouded in black light.

At a single command, hundreds of deathly-faced residents emerged from around Daedalus Street, completely disregarding the thunderous battlefield, and charged forward with frenzied expressions.

"They're suicide bombers!" Charles warned.

"They've been saved!"

"You are crazy!"

The Silent Courtyard can only block magical attacks, but whether it can immunize against the "Fire Stone" is unknown to Sharl.

But Belle insisted on her opinion, raising her left staff high, and the holy sword, blessed by the hero's glory, spewed forth a scorching flame.

[ArgoVista!]

A massive, circular slash of flame swept away the bloated, disemboweled "walking corpses" before her. Under the cover of the flames, Belle burst out of the circle and charged back towards the believers.

The heavy mace slammed into the residents' arms. In the instant the mace crossed, forty or fifty people's arms twisted, and they fell to the ground screaming, completely losing the ability to pull the trigger.

"Useless thing! Basram!"

"Ah!" The orc priest sneered and raised his staff again. Four fairy soldiers who had mastered fire magic raised their hands and aimed their cannons at the believers.

Valetta grinned and drew her own demon sword: "Ha! Go to hell with your worthless mercy!"

Even though Belle reacted and pulled the trigger to intercept the incoming artillery fire, she couldn't stop the believers from going berserk!

"boom----"

Belle, her body charred, tumbled out of the center of the crowd of believers and lay motionless on the ground.

This is the price paid by the Virgin Mary!

Just then...

A dazzling cat-like figure, carrying a scarlet dagger, emerged from her body. Under the cover of flames, it transformed into lightning, vanished in a flash, and reappeared behind Basram.

"Thorn-"

The dagger left a trail of blood, followed by the severed arm falling freely through the air.

The scepter controlling the fairy soldiers clattered to the ground and was quickly carried away from the battlefield by a cat.

Basram's pupils dilated as he turned to look at the cat's silhouette disappearing behind the building, only to be met with a disdainful gaze.

It was as if he was mocking the master, who was so weak, for standing in the most conspicuous place and shouting at the opponent.

"Ouch! Ahhh! My hand!?"

The next second, the "fairy soldiers" who had lost the control of the scepter began to convulse unnaturally, resulting in a momentary stagnation.

Immediately afterwards, their gaze shifted, gradually focusing on Valetta, who was struggling to get up.

"!!!"

10 to 2! The tide has turned!

"You all must..." Basram roared angrily, and with his other hand, he drew a fairy dagger sealed with a cursed cloth from his waist.

Those were low-level immortals who were forced to weaponize!

Just then, a bolt of lightning pierced the air from afar and swept across the area.

"Eternal Strife, Undying Thunder Soldiers! Varian Hilde!"

【Heroic and tragic undead soldiers】!

The unrestrained, all-out lightning cannon fire pierced through Basram's chest!

"That idiot Basram!"

Valetta's eyes widened in fury as she watched the fairy soldiers gradually turn their guns towards her and surround her. She cursed and quickly disappeared into the complex maze of waterways.

A moment later, the flames went out.

A gentle-looking male elf with silver-rimmed glasses and long blond hair arrived at the battlefield.

【White Elf's Wand】Herdin, a level 5 top-tier mage of the Freya Familia.

"finished?"

He glanced around, squinting at Belle struggling to her feet, coughing up blood, then looked at the charred, empty battlefield. After a moment of silence, he hoisted the rabbit onto his shoulder, strode across the alleyway, and headed towards the Tower of Babel in the sky.

The tall building in the center of the maze street.

Charles took everything in. He twirled the blood-stained staff in his hand with disdain. At his feet lay Tina, brought back by the fairy soldiers, barely alive. His face was filled with contempt.

"15 against 1, and you still got killed? Do you guys even know how to play?"

Chapter 115 I gave you a chance, but you were useless!

Witnessing Belle being taken away by Hedin, Ciel donned a black robe, carried the burned and unconscious Tina, and commanded the remaining 10 fairy soldiers, heading towards the entrance of "Knossos".

The battle on Daedalus Street has come to an end.

Charles was thinking to himself:

Although the Dark Faction appeared to be completely wiped out in this battle, they only lost two level 5 fighters.

Vina's fate is unknown, two fairy soldiers have died, and with Tina in my possession, well, she can fill the spot of one fairy soldier, making it exactly two, so it's not a major blow.

only……

The control of 10 level 5 characters has been transferred to my hands, Charles!

Tell me! Who is the strongest faction in the Dark Clique right now?

on the other hand……

The reason why Charles specifically took away the dying Tina was not only because she was excellent material for "fairy soldier", but also because of the magic she possessed.

The curse of the Forbidden Fairy Swamp is far too powerful. Given Ciel's current situation, in terms of cost-effectiveness, it even surpasses the "Mega Hammer".

It's important to know that this spell has no level restrictions. The locked 50% reduction in strength and agility means that even a level 2 Char can cast it on a level 7!

While enjoying half the strength and agility of level 7, even level 2 can instantly enjoy the combat power of level 4 or above; not only that, but if the opponent also loses half of their combat power, the difference in combat power can be leveled up by more than three levels in a round trip!

Simply put: If I rise by 50% and you fall by 50%, rounding up... I'm far ahead!

In contrast, the side effects of reduced "durability" and "magic power" are not a problem as long as the target is not the mage.

The remaining issue is the berserk nature of the fairy soldiers.

Without spending time to physically modify these "walking dead," they cannot participate in combat.

This problem still needs to be left to the Apat Familia to handle, but it remains questionable whether there are still technicians within the Familia capable of adjusting the Fairy Soldiers after Basram's death.

……

Pass through Daedalus Street, through a complex network of underground sewers.

Charles arrived at the newly installed metal gate and clicked his tongue, "As expected of a top-of-the-line Palu, it was repaired pretty quickly~"

Annoyed, he pulled out the "Eye of Daedalus." As the eyeball and the red orb on the gate resonated, the gate trembled and suddenly got stuck halfway.

Immediately following, with a thud, the door slammed shut again, crashing to the ground with a loud bang.

"how did you do that?"

A cold voice came from inside one of the pipes.

Charles waved his staff, maneuvering the fairy soldiers to scout ahead. Soon, he saw Valetta, who was licking her wounds against a wall with her knees drawn up.

"Oh~ Isn't this our strategist? Have you been kicked out?"

Valeta glanced at Ciel, then noticed the ten fairy soldiers standing behind him. She was simply stuck outside because the idiot Balka hadn't fixed the door.

"I thought they were pursuers, but it seems they aren't."

She slowly rose, her expression shifting between surprise and anger, followed by relief...

"What happened?" she asked helplessly after holding it in for a long time.

"Huh?" Charles's expression was strange. He glanced at the door, then at Valeta. "What are you referring to, Miss Strategist?"

Valetta's gaze fell on Basram's staff.

"You mean this?" Charles sneered, bending down to mock, "I simply prepared for the worst and executed a perfect stop-loss."

"Were you there?" Valette asked in surprise.

Charles straightened up and looked down at the woman with a resentful expression: "I have no hope for you, so isn't it only natural for me to clean up your mess?"

"Sigh, I gave you a chance, but you were useless. I gave you a chance, but you were still useless!" He shook his head and sighed deeply.

"I really didn't expect that when all 15 of you came together, you couldn't even catch a rabbit that had fallen into a trap, and you almost wiped us out."

Valeta was indignant: "That rabbit is too abnormal! Even though we set up so many measures against her, they were all neutralized! Especially the magic, which was supposed to be our trump card, was completely ineffective! The decision to surround and kill Jester was a mistake in itself!"

"Are you accusing me?" Charles scoffed, turned around with his hands on his hips, and stomped his foot angrily.

A moment later, she pointed at Valeta with a resentful expression: "Is it wrong to prioritize eliminating the most troublesome opponents? Or do you think Chardo should be the one to deal with him? What about Ota?"

"Jester is the only lone wolf without any support. If you can't even handle this, what use are you?"

“I’m just stating the facts,” Valette said, her expression unusually indifferent.

"You doubt me?" Charles stepped forward, grabbing Valetta's trench coat collar, his grey eyes fixed on her, his tone sinister:

"I think the problem lies with you, [Killing Emperor]."

"Even though the target has already fallen into the trap, he's still smiling and explaining the effects of his magic to the enemy? The sealing scroll hit, but instead of taking the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, he starts explaining again?"

You're not new to level 5. In those intense battlefields, you know better than I how much damage a brief nullification spell can do to the enemy!

"That idiot Basram was the same. He ignored the fairy soldiers' regeneration ability—such a huge advantage—and instead deliberately leaked information, giving the Jester enough time to devise a countermeasure."

Charles took a deep breath: "Tell me... who should bear this responsibility?"

The other factions, who were gradually retreating, were also stuck in the sewers. When they heard Charles's description, they all looked at Valetta with complicated expressions.

Perhaps they weren't aware of it before. Isn't it normal for the villains to have the upper hand and flaunt their abilities? Isn't that satisfying? They can watch their prey become furious, yet helpless against them.