Team villains except me

"The participating teams of the first match are invited to play now!"

When the host's voice came, Norvia put down the communicator and looked up, and unexpectedly met Roland, the captain of the "Alan Bell's Blessing" team.

This descendant of Goddess of Luck smiled slightly, as if he didn't care at all about the start of the game.

When Norvia was memorizing the dessert recipe, she caught a glimpse of the scene where he surrounded his teammates who had been favored by the gods and bestowed blessings one by one.

At that time, she thought... It seems that even if she is favored by the gods, it takes luck to invite the gods.

What an arrogant god.

Norvia suddenly felt her hand being touched.

It's Erin.

Irene raised her head obediently, and gently pulled Ranolvia's little finger.

"Norvia, Roland...can you leave it to me?"

Norvia lowered her head and saw the unresolved hostility in those bloody eyes.

Erin hates God.

In the previous strategic analysis, Irene was obviously malicious to Roland.

Her whole team...seemed to have some distaste for God.

including her.

But so what.

If the gods are like the God of Light who single-handedly sent Fantina to the highest position in mankind just because she was his illegitimate daughter...then the existence of God Mingde is just a joke.

Norvia complied with Irene's request.

The final is a duel between teams, they are bound to collide, and it doesn't make much difference who plays against whom.

but……

"Eileen, it's just a dessert contest."

Norvia's tone was heavy.

If Irene is serious, then today's game will never be good.

Roland was either dead or wounded.

The tragedies of the past could not happen in Absig, and the descendants who killed the gods would be cursed.

Norvia will not let Irene go to such an ending.

Irene held Norvia's hand tightly.

She looked at Norvia's serious face, and finally said "Got it" sullenly, and gave up the cruel method of not being able to see the light in her heart.

-

Since it is to make Blankman cane, it is natural that Dooku is the main one.

Dooku's skill at making panna cotta is now at its peak.

Just look at how disgusted Ellit is.

There was no need to scramble for materials in the finals, Norvia and Huett surrounded Dooku, calmly watching the opposing team stare at them.

The host was still in the heat, he had enough witty words, and finally started the countdown.

"Five, four..."

Norvia slowly accumulated magic in her palm, and the Tu Zuke on the opposite side began to ask God.

"three two……"

Dooku rolled up his sleeves, Fianna put on her gloves, and the Thavous on the opposite side was huge, and the sunny sky suddenly turned gloomy.

The audience cheered enthusiastically, and Norvia heard the muffled sound of thunder in the distance.

"...One! Start the game!"

At this moment, the sky was covered with thunderclouds, and three beams of strong light shone on the three atavistic ancestors who were blessed by the gods.

A tyrannical aura swept across the field, and Norvia was forced to take a step back.

The gaze from God was deep, ferocious, and violent, like the buzzing of thunder and lightning.

The god was trapped in the body of Zuko, and launched an attack on the opposite enemy.

The bird of the gods spun into the sky, and then swooped down quickly, her feathers were burning with raging fire.

Inside her is Hestia, goddess of hearth and fire.

Her targets were Dooku, who had already started making Blankmang, and Arinxiu, who was grinding almonds into powder.

The fire was burning with a terrifying heat that twisted the air.

Norvia stretched out her hand to form a thick layer of ice above Dooku and Yalinxiu, and the spider let the vines fly and grabbed the claw of the divine bird.

The divine bird was blocked in the air and screamed sharply.

The sound waves vibrated, and the ice pick that Norvia swung was shattered layer by layer.

Fianna and Ellit, who were fighting against the double-headed eagle descended from Themis, the goddess of justice, were also affected, and their movements froze for a while.

The double-headed eagle's beak almost pierced Ellit's shoulder blade, and turned to Huett after being scalded by Huett's flame.

Huett, who had just heated the milk to a boil, flashed, leading the double-headed eagle to the other side.

The double-headed eagle, which was only chasing Huett, collided with the swooping divine bird, and was burned by the divine bird's furnace, screaming, and wanted to seek priest Roland for treatment.

But Roland couldn't take care of himself.

Irene chased after Roland closely. The priest and descendant of God couldn't outrun the gray wolf, panting heavily and smiling wryly.

"Princess Yuyou, I don't have any old grudges with you, do I?"

Erin looked at him coldly.

"This is a competition, you are just unlucky to meet me."

Roland sighed.

"That's unfortunate—"

Erin stared at him, the corners of her lips curled down.

"Descendant of Lady Luck, how much misfortune can you have?"

Will it be ignored?Will be banned?Will it be regarded as a beast without sanity?

Erin's expression became more and more gloomy.

Roland looked up at the secluded princess.

He showed a surprised expression.

"Oh, do you hate me because I am a descendant of a god? Your Royal Highness, Lady Luck herself is not very lucky. How much luck can I inherit? I met you in this game, so it just means that I am fine luck."

Irene didn't want to hear Roland's sophistry.

She raised her glossy and cold wolf claws expressionlessly, and was about to pounce over to leave a bloodstain on that neck...

Roland fell.

Roland himself cut himself down.

Yes, he gave himself a hand knife and passed out.

Plop.

Erin was dumbfounded.

...?

Irene stepped forward vigilantly and kicked Roland.

Roland remained motionless.

Irene was not reconciled and wanted to continue with her original idea.

"Eileen! Time to whip the cream!"

In her busy schedule, Norvia caught a glimpse of Irene who was standing there blankly, and called out to her.

Not to mention whether so many spectators below would notice it, but if Irene wanted to make a deadly move, she would make a move if she kept watching Mary Wilder on the field.

Mary Wilder is a pastry chef, but not just a pastry chef.

Practitioners of violent aesthetics are very proficient in both violence and aesthetics.

While cooperating with the spider king to trap the divine bird, Norvia watched Irene's movements from the corner of her eye.

Fortunately, Irene left Roland.

Although Irene kicked Roland severely before leaving.

Norvia turned her gaze back and watched the divine bird, which was still spewing fire endlessly, slamming down the ice pile.

The mermaid is sensitive to temperature, and now she can't help feeling irritable.

For some reason, the third Tuanke invited the gods, but he didn't move.

-

The Cape Lion, who has won the favor of the goddess of misfortune Besaba, slowly walked aside to become a mushroom under the refusal of his teammates.

Norvia: ...Although it is the enemy, I still feel a little pitiful.