Chapter 1 Ithilite Academy, Jella Memorial Square

The hands of the distant clock tower had just passed five, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the windows of the surrounding teaching buildings, reflecting dazzling orange light, illuminating the stone steps of the square and the metal frame of the open-air giant screen.

Before night had even fallen, the steps of the square were already packed.

Many students held drinks or snacks, more excited than usual.

The noisy chatter was nothing like the usual leisure after class!

Most of the pedestrians passing by on the roads outside the square also stopped, opening their mouths in surprise, and looking up at the picture on the open-air giant screen.

"I just went to eat, and the traitor has already been deduced?!"

Many students in the distance looked at the open-air giant screen, doubting their lives.

"《Deduction》..."

"If you think about it carefully, just think of Principal Lan catching two bad students, and the complex problem becomes simple, right?"

"If it were a Resurgent cultist with a weaker mind, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to withstand Principal Lan's round of anti-cult quizzes."

"Truly the evening intentions of Biyang."

Five days and five nights of dark killing game.

Said to be the most dangerous and mind-breaking shadow world of mental game.

As a result, under Lan Qi's operation, it was made the same as the previous shadow world!

"After Frey directly reversed the mentality pressure on both sides in the morning, Lan Qi kept psychologically pressuring the traitor, and at the same time reducing the pressure on the friendly challengers, and attracting all the hatred to himself, so that other challengers don't have to worry about being killed tonight, so as to minimize the panic of teammates, so the negative effect of the Great Poet of Love on the friendly side is the lowest."

Many students who came with a learning attitude have begun to analyze the cooperation between Frey and Lan Qi.

If Frey hadn't quickly laid the foundation for Lan Qi, Lan Qi would not have been able to improve everyone's relationship out of thin air in one day and blow up the traitor's mentality.

As for the effect of the Great Poet of Love, it has never been identified.

Even if the teachers of the Sage Academy may understand its effect, under the order of Dean Loren, no one has ever exposed any information about Lan Qi.

Students who watched Lan Qi's first shadow world all knew that in the Demon Academy, as long as Lan Qi summoned the Great Poet of Love, all the demons would become abnormal and various symptoms would appear.

From this, it can be determined that the Great Poet of Love can produce mental interference or illusions on the target, but it is difficult to say what the specific effect is.

Until today, students finally confirmed that the ability of the Great Poet of Love is to amplify emotions.

And it doesn't distinguish between enemies and friends!

This gray-haired succubus is okay in the hands of others, it is a double-edged sword that needs to be used with caution, only in the hands of Lan Qi, it will become a disastrous and immeasurable Sword Mound partner!

Just as the students were talking about it.

The sound of metal clashing against each other was like a thunderclap from the sky, shaking the space in the entire square and causing their eardrums to hum.

On the open-air giant screen, the sanctuary of Castle Lichtenstein at this moment is no longer the sanctuary full of sacred light.

It is surrounded by hellfire born in the darkness, distorted into a battlefield belonging to hell.

The scorching crimson recklessly devours everything, and the sparks flying around are dancing a violent melody.

The only reaction of the students who were still talking was to turn their eyes to the screen where the intense battle sound and picture had already begun!

Inside the stained-glass windows of the dome, the colorful and sacred setting sun flowed down, like a string of pearls scattered in the silent sea, mixed with the rising brutal flames on the ground, as if heaven and hell intersected here.

At this time, the picture was ruthlessly torn apart by a black-armored female knight holding a long sword.

Her figure, set off by the brilliance of the sanctuary, seemed to turn into a black crack, splitting the world open.

The executioner and paladin who stood in front of her were both heavily knocked back a dozen meters away by her.

Two golden rays of light began to envelop them, and the hideous wounds under the cracks in their armor were quickly healed by the clerics.

"Filth from the Church of the Goddess of Destiny... only knows how to block the way..."

Every step she took made the marble floor tremble, and this ancient sanctuary seemed to be crumbling under her magic and power.

Seeing the Saintess of Destruction approaching the back row, the executioner and paladin gripped their weapons with solemn expressions.

After the sudden outbreak of the battle, the battlefield was quickly divided!

The male guard of the chamber of commerce went to steal the unconscious goddess priest in the first time, stunned and bound her, and threw her to the rear of the battlefield to guard.

The Saintess of Destruction, the executioner, and the paladin were in a chaotic battle in the front, and the rear was also adjusting positions and opening up safe distances.

At this time, the entire ever-changing battlefield, except for the executioner and paladin in the front who were responsible for resisting and delaying the Saintess of Destruction's offensive, the male guard was in the middle front, and there were traps set up by his sister in the middle and rear.

At the very back, near the wall of the sanctuary, were the clerics who had just adjusted their positions and began to provide healing and blessings to the executioner and paladin, the young master of the chamber of commerce who had no combat ability, and the lawyer and his companions who were guarding the unconscious goddess priest and the noble female mage who had lost her fighting consciousness.

Once the Saintess of Destruction breaks into the back row that has finally opened up a safe distance, their formation will collapse.

"Die, cultist!!"

The executioner roared and charged forward again, his steps like rolling stones, wielding a massive axe, his red eyes staring at the Saintess of Destruction, like a brave bear desperately competing with a mortal enemy.

"Overestimating yourself."

The Saintess of Destruction smiled, like appreciating the acrobatics of a beast, instantly turned into a shadow, easily avoided the executioner's attack, and once again突進ed towards Lan Qi, who was behind the clerics in the back row.

The executioner's axe hit the air, causing a storm.

"Don't even think about passing!"

At the moment when the executioner and the Saintess of Destruction clashed, the paladin had already been staring at the Saintess of Destruction, his long sword was tightly held in his hand, surrounded by holy light, the blue veins at his wrist pulsated like snakes, and his face was full of firm determination to make up for the executioner's gap.

He used all his strength to swing a slash filled with brilliance, and the light shot directly at the Saintess of Destruction, but the Saintess of Destruction raised her burning sword as if she was not afraid of the damage, blocking most of his attack, allowing the afterglow of the collision between the burning flames and the holy light to smash on her dark armor, and then kicked the paladin away, continuing to break through to the back row!

In the distance, Hyperion, watching the unstoppable Saintess of Destruction, only felt her heart beating wildly.

She knew that the reason why these two tank classes in the front row were difficult to stop the Saintess of Destruction was not because they were not good enough.

It was because there was a guy in the back row who had already pulled aggro to the max even before using magic!

It was as if Hyperion had desperately tried to stop the proctor Ferrat, who was enraged by Lan Qi, during the entrance exam!

(End of this chapter)