Chapter 795: The Broken Golden Pillar (Part 1)
Outside the practical training base, on the largest central screen, several students were shown lying on the ground. A faint light descended from the sky, while the ground was completely shattered, clearly indicating that a fierce battle had erupted before this.
“Xiao Ke…”
In the Jiang Hai region, the dean of the academy had a somber expression, his gaze fixed on one of the girls lying on the ground. The girl’s face was covered in dirt and blood, and the weapon she held tightly in her hand had shattered, turning into a beam of white light that entered her head.
Mr. Lin whispered, “Dean, let’s wait for that Red Warrior and the Priest.”
After exchanging glances, the other teachers could only nod. They had already communicated with the local hunters, and their only option now was to wait for the situation inside to conclude.
A wisp of blue smoke swirled up from beside the pillar.
“What did she go to do?”
In the corner, Niu Sangen lit a cigarette, a hint of suspicion in his eyes. He still hadn’t seen that figure.
The teachers and parents present pinned all their hopes on Bairnis; at least her demonstrated strength was enough to resolve this crisis.
Of course, there were also those who knew what was happening inside.
“That old man told me to act according to the situation and asked me to download this game. He went to great lengths to operate and transmit information. The person behind this is…”
In the main hall further ahead, Grand Commander Li Zhen sat in the frontmost position, dressed in a light hunter’s uniform. He clasped his hands and rested his chin on them, his gaze lowered as he looked at his phone, his dark pupils trembling slightly…
The phone displayed a game – a riddle:
[White, Night, Beginning, End, Light, Brightness]
[But, Please, Must, Absolutely, Hate, Evil]
“Li Er wouldn’t lie to me. Those people might have been setting up a game, playing a game of chess to deceive the world.”
Exhaling a breath, this message was given by Li Er, most likely to keep him stable. If the information was correct, he clenched his fist and looked up at the big screen.
“Eighteen years.”
As expected, his daughter was still alive.
As for where she was, he didn’t know. Perhaps she had fallen into some dark place, always watching him, who was in the light…
In another direction, the tall, black-haired young man also sat in the back row, his expression serious, his pupils occasionally turning into golden vertical slits. Beside him was a voluptuous woman in a military uniform. The woman held a cute-looking little girl.
Sighing, Liu Lin withdrew her gaze and whispered, “Xiao Yu, your sister will be fine. With her abilities, as long as she doesn’t face someone in red, she has a chance to solve the problem.”
“Dad…”
Xiao Yezi looked at the big screen, unusually not playing with her phone. A hint of moisture flickered in her big eyes, and she gently closed them, only hoping that the scattered magic crystals would be useful…
“Big Sister is stronger than me, so of course she’ll be fine. That’s not why we’re here…”
Su Xiao Yu said lightly, fiddling with her phone. As she subtly rotated her wrist, on the other side, her contact in the Zhu Sha Group Islands was sending a message:
[Qi Yi: Boss, tsunamis have been continuously erupting in the coastal areas. It’s suspected that top-tier monsters above the Wanderer level are acting up. The survey team cannot advance, and the local government has issued a maritime ban.]
Su Xiao Yu stopped what she was doing and looked at the text, typing a reply – [Me: Stand by, prioritize your own safety.]
“The stage is open, the clown is playing tricks on fools, and of course we need to cooperate.”
Then she looked up at the screen with an unreadable expression in her eyes, a mixture of anticipation and respect, respect for her seniors.
VI. Zero ② Er ⒊ ⑷ Bin > Ba > Si…
“Heh heh…”
Among the remaining audience members, after watching the scene with boos, cold laughter suddenly rang out.
With a “snap,” the cameraman elf was grabbed, and the face wearing the White Crow Mask reappeared in everyone’s sight, but with a hint of anger in its eyes.
“I knew why you guys haven’t tried to break through all this time. It turns out you’ve already planted strong people inside, heh heh.”
He could sense that his beast pets were injured or even dead. As a high-level Ferryman, his own strength was that of a top-tier Middle Stage Battle God, and each of his beast pets had reached the Initial Stage Battle God level.
“This is your own doing. Choose: will you directly become a member of the Holy Church, or will you become the target of sacrifice later?”
He turned to look at the students standing in rows, his eyes narrowing, his mouth splitting into a grin that almost reached his ears. He threw the cross in his hand towards the sky, and a violent whirlwind erupted.
The leaves were flung into it, like sharp blades cutting through flesh, slicing through the students’ faces, drawing several bloody gashes. Blood bloomed in the wind, accompanied by surging fear.
“Whoosh whoosh!!!”
Immediately, the blood beads emitted light, and then streaks of red light fell onto the bronze crosses in front of the students.
“Boom!!”
The next moment, the bronze crosses erupted with dazzling gray-red light, and waves of wind followed, stirring up dust. As the airwaves blew, the students around them looked up in fear, only to see a humanoid phantom with an indiscernible face standing before them.
The humanoid phantom emitted a humming sound. Although the specific words could not be understood, the meaning was conveyed –
[Enter the embrace of the gods, and they shall grant you eternal life.]
Although called gods, they exuded a sense of unease and threat, like demons climbing up from the abyss. Its hands were as large as water dippers, and its arms were as long as legs. Just standing there delivered a mental blow.
“As long as you pierce your chest with the cross, all of this will be my church’s saints.”
The middle-aged Ferryman smiled, suddenly spread his arms, released the cameraman elf in his embrace, and then shouted maniacally,
“Choose! You who were born with noble bloodlines, will you become lowly cultists, living in obscurity, suffering the pain of curses every year, unable to pass the civil service exams, unrecognized by the world, or…”
“Will you die now.”
He paused, and suddenly a dagger emitting gray mist appeared in his hand. He lightly licked his lips, and the smile beneath the mask grew even more intense.
The students standing in rows showed fear, their eyes falling on the bronze crosses in front of them. Many showed hesitation. Suddenly, a student—
Someone called out to him, “Zhao Bai, aren’t you going to be a Dragon Hunter in the future…”
The student who was called stopped his arm, a wry smile appearing on his face. His fingers stopped a distance from the cross:
“I want to live. My family has no more money to support my studies.”
The person in front fell silent, his gaze also falling on the bronze cross.
Some students, from special families, chose to give up on the cross, but this was only a negligible minority.
They were just students, not soldiers. In a life-or-death situation, choosing to survive was the correct path.
Even the Class A members lying on the ground fell silent. Even the tall, square-faced class leader no longer had the arrogance of the Overlord Fist. He lay on the ground, covered in dirt, hitting the grass with his fist.
This was the first time they experienced setbacks, and these setbacks were so powerless. By choosing to live, they would lose all glory and future.
“Join the Holy Church. If they don’t accept you here, you can go to Eagle Country. There’s enough freedom there. There, we’re just a darker shade of gray organization.”
A Ling yi ⒎ Si 儛 IX Si Jiu Ba…
The middle-aged Ferryman crossed his arms, smiling as he admired these scenes. He loved this kind of plot; it was melodramatic but very real.
And as soon as his voice fell, a sharp whistling sound suddenly echoed from the dark forest. With the sound of the wind breaking, many students stopped their actions and looked over.
Not long after their gazes shifted, the branches in the forest trembled rapidly, and then clusters of butterfly shadows rapidly flashed out from the dense woods. Then, a shadow girl dragging a giant scythe was seen rapidly charging towards them.
At the handle of the scythe was a pale blue circular array of rules. In the darkness, it emitted a dazzling light, like a moon.
“Go!”
The girl extended her palm forward, and the butterflies, with extreme speed, charged towards the “god” phantom. For a moment, the sound of “sizzling…” echoed across the entire open grassland.
“Hum hum!!” [Damn it!]
The god phantom was being torn apart. It continuously waved its hands, trying to swat away these butterflies, but unfortunately, these butterflies, like leeches, gnawed fiercely at the phantom.
“Miss said that there should be no gods in this country.”
The girl’s expression was calm, but her movements did not pause. She stomped on the ground and, with extreme speed, reached the phantom’s abdomen. Her eyes flashed with scarlet light, and then she exerted force with her palm and swung the giant scythe.
“Especially you Others.”
The phantom was instantly cut in half, and the next moment, the crosses emitted crisp explosions, “kaka kaka—” The restraints on hundreds of students suddenly loosened.
“Let’s run!!”
These students knew that someone had come to save them. Those who had external qi used it to escape outwards.
Watching this scene from the outside, the chaotic venue suddenly erupted in cheers. The reinforcements had arrived; their children were very likely to be saved.
However, many were still very nervous because the Ferryman present even had that kind of strength with his giant bear pet, so he himself was likely even more terrifying…
“It really is you.”
The middle-aged Ferryman narrowed his eyes, shook his fishing robe, and then sneered, pointing the dagger forward: “You don’t think I was afraid of you last time, do you? You’re just an Initial Stage Battle God, and not even a combat type. You want to fight me?”
“You can try – Butterfly Bloom.”
Bairnis looked at the other party calmly. The scythe lightly tapped the front, and a formation circle bloomed from beneath her feet. Another circle simultaneously reached the middle-aged Ferryman’s side at extreme speed.
Priests and warriors working together, it was always more than the sum of their parts; otherwise, she and her sister would have been killed by so many people and still managed to survive for so long.
“Are you trying to give me buffs, little priest…”
The middle-aged Ferryman chuckled as he looked at the incoming buff circles, but he was extremely cautious of his surroundings. Suddenly, his pupils constricted, and without hesitation, he thrust the dagger towards his side again.
“Ding!”
As the tip of the dagger, emitting gray mist, was thrust backward, several maple leaves appeared out of thin air, and a wide blade emerged. Upon contact, waves of energy surged madly.
He then found himself face to face with a skull-faced mask.
