Their world doesn't need gods.

Chapter 246: Annu Cult, Strong Enemy Appears (2)

"Rock Dean, we haven't seen each other for quite some time. I never thought you would come to the capital. Didn't that petty Marina cause you any trouble?"

Sheryl said to the burly man.

She seemed to have known the other person for a long time, but their relationship was probably not very good.

Because while Cheryl was speaking, she mercilessly fired several shots at the burly man's head.

"We were invited by the Apostle Antonio, so we came here to help. But you, Cheryl, you little bitch, were favored by that lord to become an apostle, but you actually betrayed the Order!"

The burly man whom Cheryl called Dean swung the hammer and was about to hit Cheryl.

(Wow, this guy actually calls himself "we", is he from some ancient drama?)

Adelaide complained in his mind about the way Dean spoke, trying to divert his attention.

She held her breath and pulled the trigger on Dean's right hand, which was holding the ball and chain.

The bullet hit near the wrist, making a bang.

Although it didn't cause any substantial damage, it did hinder Dean's movements, causing him to be half a beat slower in swinging the hammer towards Cheryl.

"I don't want to be his apostle, and it was Antonio, that bastard, who betrayed the agreement between me and him first!"

Cheryl didn't miss the opportunity and stabbed the seam of Dean's armor on his shoulder with her sword.

A large amount of blood gushed out suddenly.

Just by looking at the horrifying amount of bleeding, even Edward, a novice in combat, could guess that Dean must have suffered considerable damage.

But Cheryl did not press on to pursue the victory, but immediately jumped back to create some distance between herself and the opponent.

Dean continued to use his severely injured right hand to swing the chain at Cheryl.

The spectacular blood-spurting scene just now now seemed like an illusion of Edward.

"What the hell is this guy?! Could he have the same exaggerated regeneration ability as those black monsters just now?"

Adelaide yelled at Cheryl in astonishment.

"It's a shame. In addition to being able to resist 99% of magical and physical attacks, the armor on this guy can also quickly heal most of the damage and curses suffered by the wearer."

Cheryl answered calmly, as if she was talking about something ordinary.

"Besides poisoning him, the only way to deal with this guy is to beat him little by little until his magic power is exhausted and he has no way to maintain the inherent magic on his armor."

"Clam?!"

(How on earth am I supposed to beat this kind of cheater?!)

Although Adelaide didn't shout this sentence out loud, Cheryl seemed to have guessed what she was thinking.

"Don't worry. Using armor to regenerate consumes a lot of magic power. If you inflict a few more fatal injuries on him, you can consume most of the magic power."

"Don't make it sound so easy! Asshole, I know~!"

Edward raised his gun helplessly and aimed at Dean again.

(I really hate this kind of thick-skinned boss!)

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While Liliana and others were fighting in the banquet hall, Cheryl and Adelaide teamed up to challenge Dean who was wearing external armor.

In a luxurious villa in the corner of the night street, underground near Illya and Alia.

A blond man was staring at the chessboard in front of him, playing with the black chess piece in his hand.

There was no one sitting opposite him, but instead there was a hideously ugly little black stone statue.

Because he had gotten used to it recently, he gradually began to think that this extremely ugly little stone statue might have some cute aspects. It was very sad.

(Really? It seems my taste has been gradually distorted.)

The man couldn't help but sigh. He decided to find a place to look at beauties for a while, to enjoy the beauty and correct his gradually distorted sense of beauty.

[Hey, your plan has completely failed, why are you still so calm?! ]

Antonio, the owner of the little stone statue, sent the voice directly into the man's mind.

"The game has just begun, don't be anxious, Mr. Antonio."

The man replied nonchalantly, placing his black chess piece in his hand and picking up a white chess piece.

In fact, the man's chess skills were quite poor. But since he was left alone, he often played chess with himself to kill time.

"Besides, our trump cards haven't been played yet."

[That being said, you also don’t know where that kid named Alfred is hiding right now, right? And the same goes for that little high elf girl Alberta.]

Anthony complained unhappily.

"This is indeed an interesting matter. Aren't you a very high-ranking god? Can you give me some advice? Like where are they hiding now?"

The man asked tentatively.

[Tsk, I just can't do it, so I'll let you and the guys from the Annu Cult do their job properly.]

(What a useless god...)

The man couldn't help but think in his heart.

According to his current understanding of the world of gods, gods who possess the same power of destiny as Antonio can almost easily predict the future of the earthly world.

It’s just that the accuracy of predictions made by different gods varies depending on their own abilities.

But the man also knew that although Antonio was not even half-baked in predicting the future, he could exert his power in other aspects with extremely vicious force.

Like... erasing the history of a world in one breath, or eliminating all the scientific and technological advances that a civilization already has, and other exaggerated things.

Antonio could do this easily if the conditions were right.

[Hey, are you thinking about something rude? ]

"No, no, I think you misunderstood."

The man responded in a frivolous tone, showing no respect for Antonio at all.

If it weren't for the curse on his surviving daughters, he wouldn't have gotten involved with this evil god whose personality was no different from that of an evil god in the first place, and wouldn't have gotten involved in the mess of attacking Illya and Arya.

[Tsk, you better work hard for me, do you still want those three little girls to survive? ]

Antonio threatened impatiently.

"Of course I want to save my precious daughters. However, I don't have enough resources at hand."

The man shrugged helplessly and asked Anthony.

"How far can I go in destroying your script?"

【What does it mean? 】

"According to your original script, the only people who will die today should be Rosemary D. Elect and a few unlucky students, right? If I accidentally kill a lot of students in order to complete your plan, can you accept this condition?"

The man explained.