NOVPUBIchrite Academy, Jera Memorial Square.
The hands on the distant clock tower just passed five, the afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on the windows of the surrounding teaching buildings, reflecting a dazzling orange light. This light illuminated the stone steps of the square and the metal framework of the open-air giant screen.
Even before nightfall, the steps of the square were already packed.
Many students were holding drinks or snacks, more excited than usual.
Amidst the buzzing noise, it was far from the usual casual atmosphere after class!
Many passers-by on the road outside the square also stopped and opened their mouths in surprise, looking up at the images on the open-air giant screen.
"I just went to eat, how is it that the traitor has been deduced?!"
Many students were full of doubts as they looked at the open-air giant screen.
"’Mystery’..."
"Think about it, you just considered Principal Lanci catching a couple of naughty students, isn’t the complex problem simplified?"
"If replaced by the Resurrection Believers who don’t have such strong intelligence, they probably wouldn’t survive Principal Lanci’s anti-cult quiz."
"Such is the evening of God’s day."
A five-day, five-night game of dark slaughter.
The Shadow World, known as the most dangerous and mind-breaking game of mental strategy.
Th result under Lanci’s operation was just like the last Shadow World!
"Ever since Frey turned the situation around in the morning directly reversing the pressure of both parties, Lanci has been constantly pressuring the traitors, while simultaneously alleviating the pressure for friendly challengers and attracting all hatred to himself. This allows other challengers not to worry about being killed tonight. This way, the negative effects of the Great Love Poet on allies are minimized."
Many students who came with a learning mindset have begun to analyze the cooperation between Frey and Lanci.
Without Frey quickly laying the foundation of the situation for Lanci, Lanci wouldn’t have been able to sort out everyone’s relationship within a day, and then explode the traitor’s mentality.
The effects of the Great Love Poet have never been identified.
Even if the teachers at Sage Academy might understand the effect, no one has ever disclosed any information about Lanci under the orders of Dean Loren.
Students who watched Lanci’s first Shadow World know that during the Demon Academy, whenever Lanci called out the Great Love Poet, all the demons would begin to act strangely, exhibiting various symptoms.
From this, it can be confirmed that the Great Love Poet can interfere with the target’s spirit or create illusions, but the specific effects are not certain.
Not until today were the students finally convinced that the ability of the Great Love Poet was to amplify emotions.
And it doesn’t discriminate between friend or foe!
The Grey Hair Demon is fine when held by others and can be a double-edged sword that needs to be used carefully. But in Lanci’s hands, it would turn into a Sword Tomb partner of incalculable disaster!
As the students debated.
The sound of metal clashing was like a thunderbolt from the sky, shaking the entire square and leaving their eardrums buzzing.
On the open-air giant screen, the Lichtenstein Castle Church at this moment was no longer the sanctuary filled with sacred light.
It was surrounded by hell flames born in the darkness, twisting into a battlefield belonging to hell.
The fiery red consumed everything wantonly, with sparks scattering everywhere, dancing to the tune of wild violence.
The only reaction of the students who were just talking was to shift their gaze once again to the gaze, to the screen where the intense battle scene had already begun!
Through the vaulted stained glass windows of the pavilion, the dazzling and holy sun streamed down like a string of pearls sprinkling over the tranquil sea, mixing with the brutal flames rising from the ground, as if Heaven and Hell were converging here.
At that moment, a female knight’s cruel tearing of the image comes into view, her longsword held firmly in her grip.
Her figure, under the sanctifying light of the church, seemed to transform into a black crevice, splitting the world apart.
The executioner and paladin defending before her were simultaneously heavily repelled more than ten meters away.
Two glows of gold began to envelop them, the ghastly wounds under their cracked armors were soon healed by the priest, gradually closing up.
"Scums of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny... only know how to block the path…"
Every step she took caused the marble floor to shudder; under her magic and power, the ancient church seemed on the brink of collapse.
Seeing the Goddess of Destruction pressing towards the back row, the Executioner and Paladin tightened their grips on their weapons with a solemn look upon their faces.
After the sudden outburst of battle in the previous unexpected encounter, the battlefield was swiftly divided!
The male guards of the merchant company immediately stole away the dazed goddess officer, striking her unconscious and tying her up before passing her to those guarding the rear lines.
The Goddess of Destruction, the executioner, and the paladin battled furiously at the very front, while the rear was adjusting its position, creating a safe distance.
At this moment, the ever-changing battlefield consisted of the executioner and paladin at the very front, responsible for resisting and delaying the Goddess of Destruction’s offense, with the male guards in the middle-front positions, and traps set by his sister in the center-rear positions.
The position furthest back against the wall of the church, was just adjusted for the priests to start providing healing and protection for the executioner and the paladin, the battle-incapable Young Master of the Business Association, as well as the lawyer and his companions who were watching over the unconscious goddess officer and an aristocratic female mage who had lost her fighting consciousness.
As soon as the Goddess of Destruction broke through to the rear lines that they had so painstakingly pulled away to a safe distance from, their formation would crumble.
"Die, heretic!!"
The executioner roared and rushed forward again, his steps like tumbling rocks, wielding the Sun-Overwhelming Axe, his reddened eyes staring straight at the Goddess of Destruction, like a brave giant bear locked in a desperate struggle with a formidable enemy.
"You overestimate your abilities."
The Goddess of Destruction laughed, appearing to enjoy the animal acrobatics, transforming into a black shadow in a split second, effortlessly evading the attack of the executioner, once again rushing towards Lanci, who was further behind the priest in the rear line.
The executioner’s axe struck air, stirring up a gale.
"You shall not pass!"
In the instant of confrontation between the executioner and Goddess of Destruction, the paladin, who had been keeping a close watch on the Goddess of Destruction, tightened his grip on the longsword in his hand, the holy light surrounding it, the blue vein on his wrist wriggling like a snake, a determined dedication painted on his face as he filled the gap left by the executioner.
With all his strength, he swung a slash filled with radiance, the light beam directly pointing at the Goddess of Destruction, but the Goddess of Destruction blocked most of his attack with her blazing longsword, as if she wasn’t afraid of being injured, allowing the flaming red light and holy radiance to collide in the air and hit her pitch-black armor, then, with a single kick, she pushed the paladin away and continued her advance towards the rear!
In the distance, Hyperion looked at the unstoppable Goddess of Destruction, only feeling her heart beating wildly.
She knew that the reason why these two tanks in the front row are hard to stop the Goddess of Destruction is not because they weren’t excellent.
But it was because someone in the back, although he hadn’t cast any spell yet, has already drawn full hatred!
Just like Hyperion back at the entrance exam, desperately trying to stop Examiner Felat, who had been enraged by Lanci!
