Chapter 296 The Final Security Checkpoint

The gate in front of the Void Teleportation Portal was also the final security checkpoint.

"Due to the absolute security measures of the prison, even if trainee prison guards encounter life-threatening situations in the middle levels, rescue is not guaranteed. If they are severely injured, disabled, or killed due to insufficient ability, the prison will not be held responsible. These terms were signed and acknowledged by you when applying for the internship program. Is that confirmed?"

A prison guard in a Helrom uniform stared solemnly at the students led by Hyperion, holding a stack of documents in his hand.

"No problem," Hyperion confirmed.

Soon, the Great Poet of Love, a beat behind, also nodded.

"Is she really here for an internship assessment?"

The prison guard scanned the five students, staring disdainfully at the black-haired, green-eyed Great Poet of Love.

The leader, Miss Miriam Milford, was clearly the captain, and the three silent students behind her seemed quite powerful, with an eerie aura that sent chills down one's spine. Only the weakest black-haired, green-eyed girl beside her looked half-asleep.

But this girl stood out, making people want to linger on her for a moment.

"She's always like this, it's fine," Hyperion sighed.

At this moment, the Great Poet of Love beside her wore a jet-black mask. Its constricting, mask-like structure tightly locked her jaw, weakening the effects of the sound-based and verbal magic she emitted, preventing her from severely disturbing others' minds with her mere speech.

However, when she didn't speak, even if she seemed to be thinking of nothing, her gaze was gentle and bright, clearer than a green spring, as if she carried a natural love for all things.

When she occasionally shifted her gaze, her hair and skirt swayed gently, and the unique floral fragrance on her body swept through the heart like a summer serenade or the rustling mountain wind of autumn.

The constricting mask added a touch of untamed ferocity and danger to her, yet her demeanor strongly emphasized that she was a rare beauty, and this perfect sense of mystery made people want to explore her face even more.

Regarding the prison guard's questions and overly focused gaze on the black-haired, green-eyed Great Poet of Love, the three Batian clerics behind Hyperion all rolled their eyes, staring blankly at the prison guard, causing his spine to involuntarily chill, and he subconsciously stopped talking.

"...Just so you understand the risks."

The prison guard immediately understood that this black-haired, green-eyed girl was the real core, revered and protected by the three behind her like a princess.

"..."

Hyperion looked back at the three of them, unable to express what she wanted to say.

These three were confidants personally cultivated by the Batian Church, and also elite direct soldiers of the Batian branch, who believed Hyperion was also from their Batian branch. Under the bishop's orders, they had disguised themselves as third-year students of the Proto Royal Magic Academy to assist Hyperion and the Great Poet of Love.

Originally, having three elite Tier 5 thugs at her command should have been a rather happy thing for Hyperion.

But the problem was that the day before departure, Lan Qi had prepared new identities and Proto Royal Magic Academy enrollment for them, and then Lan Qi and the Great Poet of Love together gave these three direct soldiers a short-term, intensive adaptation training.

Now the look in their eyes was a little off.

Besides loyalty and indifference, there was also a trace of chaotic fanaticism, as if they had achieved mental network synchronization and could dedicate everything to the Batian Church and the Batian Holy Son as the mother body.

This reminded Hyperion of the five members of the Ikeryte Academy's Fighting Team again, and even felt that the three behind her were even more terrifying.

Speaking of which, the five members of the Fighting Team were still modified based on normal, honest students...

And these three direct soldiers were originally the foundation of the Resurgence Church's elite.

Hyperion couldn't imagine what level they had evolved to.

The prison guard didn't say anything more, letting them pass, allowing them to leave the basic level as soon as possible and enter the prison's negative first floor.

Although these five students all looked like humans, and the Helrom Prison's perfect detection showed they were pure humans, the prison guard felt somewhat inexplicably that this was an elite squad composed of five demons.

Looking at the prison guard's expression, Hyperion felt that her human rights had been inexplicably deprived along with them. She didn't want to lose face any further, so she quickly led the Great Poet of Love and the two female and one male direct soldiers through the checkpoint and stepped into the deep purple Void Teleportation Portal.

Instantly, an invisible pulling force seemed to attract the bodies of those who entered into an endless unknown world. With a brief disappearance of sound and sight, and a sudden acceleration of weightlessness, they seemed to fall from the sky until they slowed down steadily. Finally, they arrived in a completely new underground world.

...

At the same time, in the distant Southern Continent.

Hutton Kingdom, the royal capital of Ikeryte.

In the spring, the Ikeryte Academy, with the winter frost completely melted, welcomed the first ray of sunshine in the morning. The rosy clouds gently spread across the sky, like colors carefully splashed by an artist.

The buildings of the Sage Academy awakened in the morning light, dewdrops shimmering on the windowsill, as if each drop contained the breath of spring.

On the fifth floor of the main building of the Sage Academy, Loren leaned leisurely in his office, quietly watching the beautiful campus scene outside the window.

The new semester had been open for a month, but he always felt that this semester was much calmer than the last.

Every day was quite relaxed and pleasant.

He didn't know exactly what the difference was.

Although occasionally there were still some rumors about him at the school, they weren't as outrageous as before.

"Oh, another newly promoted high-ranking clergy member is about to complete their assessment? That's great news."

Loren suddenly seemed to sense something, closed his eyes in his chair, and used divine magic to roughly perceive the distant situation, occasionally taking a sip of coffee.

He only saw that in the perspective space beyond dimensions, the participant in the assessment was a female student dressed as a black-haired noble.

Loren felt she was a bit strangely familiar, but he certainly hadn't met her.

"This time it's a priest of the Chosen Saint Artemis..."

Loren hadn't seen this prison, but from the text of the scene, it should be in the Proto Empire's capital, Helrom.

He quickly analyzed the situation clearly. It should be a priest of the Aitherothan Kingdom, disguised as a noble of the Proto Empire, going to Helrom Prison to perform an important mission.

The closest to the Proto Empire was only Artemis stationed in the Aitherothan Kingdom.

In the Northern Continent, besides the Chosen Saint who first arrived here, only the Grand Inquisitor could approve this level of divine mission, but the Grand Inquisitor was probably still in the Calamity Wasteland, killing, killing, killing.

Besides the Chosen Saint who first arrived here, another blurry figure soon appeared on the other side.

Occupying the four corners, they could not communicate, and even their figures were only formed by light clusters.

Although it was just an outline, the light figure that had newly appeared in this space nodded to him, and Loren returned the greeting.

That was the Holy Knight Commander from the headquarters of the Goddess of Destiny in the Canberra Kingdom in the Southern Continent, whom Loren respected very much. He was a rare gentleman's friendship. Even though Loren had never seen the Holy Knight Commander's true face under his armor, he believed that the Holy Knight Commander was a like-minded, noble comrade.

It wasn't until a long time later that the last supervisor of the assessment appeared.

The Grand Inquisitor glanced at it, and then disappeared again.

The meaning was probably to confirm that the other three were there, so he could leave with peace of mind.

"..."

None of the three expressed any feelings, but continued to focus on the assessment.

Although this assessment was somewhat sudden for the Grand Priest and the Holy Knight Commander in the Southern Continent, they knew just by seeing Helrom Prison that the Northern Continent obviously had major needs, so they would send a priest to delve into that prison to perform an extremely dangerous mission.

Loren always felt that this priest looked more and more familiar, but he couldn't say exactly what was going on.

Then, when he noticed the woman beside the assessed priest—

Although she was wearing a mask, only her eyebrows and eyes were visible under her black hair.

But her color scheme made Loren's hand holding the cup ring tremble.

Now, whenever Loren looked at a student's shadow world, he would subconsciously feel something was wrong if he discovered black and green! He was afraid that the clergy would be corrupted.

The assessed female priest must be Artemis's darling and must not be corrupted! Now there were rumors in Ikeryte that he, Loren, was the cult leader, and the students he taught brainwashed the priests more cruelly than the Resurgence Church!

Loren took a deep breath, thought carefully, and calmed down.

Lan Qi wasn't a girl, so he was thinking too much.

(Additional chapter/Total chapters owed: 9/36)

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