Chapter 123 Baits and Hunters, the Church of Light and Darkness
Angar stood rooted to the ground.
He remembered the name.
Last year, the genius students who were known as the "Hope of the Knight Academy" went to the Tulip Magic Academy to participate in the exchange competition. Everyone in the Knight Academy of the Yheng Empire thought that they would have a perfect victory.
After all, one of them was Don Quixote, who was known as the "Light of the Empire's Dawn."
The result was completely unexpected.
They suffered a crushing defeat.
Even Don Quixote was defeated.
According to the students who went to the exchange match, they were completely crushed by a super genius mage called Joelson, who single-handedly defeated all three great geniuses of the Knight Academy!
Angar knew that Joelson was very strong, but he did not expect him to be so ridiculously strong.
There was hope for the trial!
Angar's eyes shone with excitement and hope.
However, Joelson kept staring at the head of the Dark Church on the ground, his eyes shining.
He raised his head and glanced at Angar.
"Do you have the courage to play a game with me?"
"What?!"
Angar was very surprised.
The corner of Joelson's mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold smile. He said indifferently, "You, be the bait. I will be the hunter."
Joelson's figure disappeared bit by bit in front of Angar as if he had been swallowed by the void.
Joelson's voice sounded in the void.
"How is it? Do you dare to try?"
Angar was stunned on the spot, his eyes suddenly bursting with determination. He gritted his teeth and said, "I dare!"
...
Angar ran wildly in the dense forest.
With the strength of a tier 6 knight, his speed was not slow.
However, there was a "Spirit" following him by his side. From time to time, there would be mocking laughter.
The two Dark Church trial-takers followed him closely like shadows, playing a game of cat and mouse.
A streak of black combat aura shot over and drew a line of blood on Angar's arm.
Angar grunted, clutching his arm tightly as he continued to run with his head lowered.
"Are you a coward? Draw your sword! Knight!"
Angar completely ignored the mocking laughter that came from his ears as he continued to run.
Suddenly, he stopped.
In front of him were two poison gland lizards that were giving him dangerous looks.
There was no way to run.
Angar turned around and calmly looked at the trial-takers of the Dark Church who were following closely behind him.
Two men with ferocious faces were exuding the aura of a seventh rank.
"You're not running anymore?"
One of the trial-takers stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. He said with a sinister smile, "You've wasted so much of my time. I'm going to cut off your flesh piece by piece and give it to my mount."
The poison gland lizard beneath the trial-taker let out an excited neigh.
Angar's chest heaved up and down violently. His expression was tense, but his hands were empty. It was as though he had completely given up on resisting.
The trial-taker from the cult of shadows slowly walked towards him. Killing intent pervaded the air.
At this moment, a pair of slender and fair hands reached out from the void behind them. One of them held a sword while the other ignited flames.
They easily brushed past one of the trial-takers' neck and pressed the flames into the other person's head.
The participant whose brain had been burned dry did not even let out a scream as he fell to the ground.
The other person clutched his neck tightly as blood spurted out from the wound on his neck like a fountain.
He was like a chicken whose throat had been cut.
He fell to the ground with an incredulous expression.
The poison glands lizards that saw their master being killed instinctively wanted to rush forward to save him.
At that moment, two gigantic dragon claws descended from the sky, smashing the two poison glands lizards into meat paste with each claw.
"Phew!"
Angar let out a long breath. Coincidentally, he met the pair of golden-red eyes of the giant dragon, and his heart suddenly contracted.
Although he knew that this was the pet of that genius, he still couldn't help but be afraid when facing such a terrifying legendary creature.
Joelson stepped out from the void completely, casually shaking the blood on the short sword in his hand.
The standard short sword of the Dark Church was used to assassinate, and it was very handy.
Using the weapons of the Dark Church to harvest the heads of the Dark Church trial-takers, was it considered a kind of irony.
One had to say that the "Invisibility spell" of the air-type magic was really too useful.
When the eighth-tier mage, Joelson, used it, even if he stood beside the two seventh-tier knights, they would not be able to notice it at all.
"Rest for ten minutes. Continue."
Joelson said to Angar calmly.
Angar nodded non-stop and took the time to recover his strength.
He was now full of strength. He could watch the trial-takers of the Dark Church die one after another in front of him.
Even if he was killed while acting as bait, Angar was willing to do it.
'Those comrades who died, someone has avenged you!' Angar thought silently.
Ten minutes later, Angar stood up and said respectfully to Joelson, "Alright, Lord Joelson."
Joelson nodded silently. Suddenly, the magic communication crystal flashed again.
This time, it was a gathering signal.
Joelson glanced at it and said, "Approach in that direction."
"Yes!"
Angar took a deep breath and jumped into the dense forest.
Joelson glanced at Du Lu, who flapped his wings and flew into the sky, hiding in the clouds.
Joelson disappeared again.
A violent aura rushed into the clouds.
The holy light and the dark aura intertwined, and the energy that spread out wreaked havoc in the surroundings, flattening the small forest.
"So terrifying."
Don Quixote and the others hid behind the ancient tree, looking in the direction of the fierce battle.
Everyone had shocked and shocked expressions on their faces.
"Although we are called geniuses, compared to them, the gap is too big."
Stuart smiled bitterly and sighed.
Don Quixote also frowned; his gaze locked onto the two figures.
Their team had already reached more than a dozen people and was led by Don Quixote, the strongest tier 7 knight.
They also had Stuart, the Tulip Magic Academy, the Gemini Star, and other powerful tier 6 mages.
However, their actions were becoming more and more cautious.
The intense battle between the Church the Light and the Dark Church.
They saw a pale and strange man on the back of an extremely terrifying undead wolf.
The undead wolf's strength was comparable to a rank 9, and its body was burning with black flames. Every attack took away the vitality of a piece of vegetation.
Everywhere it passed was in ruins.
And the person fighting against the undead wolf was not weak at all.
His appearance was even more shocking.
Louis, whose entire body was emitting saint-level white light, had an indifferent expression. He held a holy sword in his hand, and a pair of snow-white wings of light spread out from both sides of his back.
Seven or eight priests stood behind him and chanted blessings for him.
His aura continued to rise, reaching the peak of level nine.
Every time he swung his sword, the giant undead wolf had no choice but to retreat.
The terrifying auras of both sides intimidated the entire scene.