Chapter 182: hidden trials
Unaware that Merron, who has been targeted, is currently flying unhurriedly at the border of the golden storm on a broom.
A pair of eyes looked down at the ground below, looking for a figure that existed.
He didn't know what the grading standard for this trial was, but before he came, the old president of the Mixed-Blood Association told him not to be too sharp.
It makes sense.
So after Merron got rid of the "npc" who was chasing him, he wasn't ready to do anything else dazzling.
But not doing big things doesn't mean not doing things.
In this scene that reappeared everything in the past, he pondered, he seemed to be able to take advantage of this to find out, who on earth summoned him here?
And, how was it called?
There are actually clues about this, because Mellon remembered that after being summoned, a group of people kowtowed to him, and he still clearly remembered the appearance of those people.
However, what makes Meren puzzled is that he has wandered around the storm for several times now, and he has not seen any similar figures appear in the field of vision.
"Did they master some kind of teleportation magic and teleport away as soon as they left the storm range?"
In addition to the doubts rising in his mind, he instead saw a group of imperial people around a seriously injured figure who seemed to be very honorable on the ground in the distance.
He suspected that it might be the third prince of the empire who died unfortunately.
Therefore, another doubt emerged from the bottom of his mind unconsciously.
That is, the radiance of the sun is clearly a knight defense skill. Even if it is increased for some reason, it is unlikely to kill a prince, right?
Not to mention the strength of a prince, whether it is strong or weak, since he is a prince, is it possible that he has no protective items on his body?
"Maybe I'm the culprit? Someone else killed him?"
This possibility seems not small, so Meren rode a broom to get closer, and then used the boots of wandering gods, and his body instantly entered a state of nothingness.
He was going to take a close look at the injury on the unlucky ghost.
However, as soon as he entered the state of wandering in the colorful dye-like state, Meren suddenly discovered that there was another person in the unique world that was supposed to be his own!
It was a bald middle-aged man in an ordinary soldier's uniform, standing quietly beside the unlucky prince, bowing his head, as if he was pondering something.
"Is there a second pair of Wandering God boots in the world?"
"No, there should be other treasures that allow users to also enter this special hidden world..."
Silently scrutinizing the existence of that person, Merron became more and more suspicious of himself as a scapegoat.
But just as he was hesitating, whether to find a way to force this existence out, and then ask the school people to find out, the other party seemed to sense his gaze and glanced sideways.
Then he didn't see any extra actions, and his whole body suddenly turned into a few wisps of gray smoke, and suddenly dissipated!
Merlen narrowed his eyes.
"If he is the murderer, what should be done is to kill and silence."
"Just like that..."
Although everything here is not true, judging from the behavior of the enemy chasing him before, when the "npc" in this scene encounters something, it is not much different from the real person's reaction.
Therefore, Meren didn't think that the other party's situation was because the trial could not be simulated, and he just left.
Like a passer-by watching from the sidelines.
This is obviously a doubt.
And when Merron got closer and observed the figure of the suspected prince, he found that he indeed seemed to have been smashed into a broken bone by a huge force, lying there softly, no matter what other people did. They all seemed motionless.
What was even more suspicious was that the blood spitting out from the corner of the prince's mouth was jet-black in color.
"Poisoned, or is it just the same color?"
"If it is poisoned, the imperial family of the empire cannot be sure. The death of this prince is directly related to me..."
Things seem complicated.
But Mellon didn't have much time to think about it all.
Because just as he was making this hidden observation, he suddenly heard a shrill scream in his ears.
It's like an ordinary woman who sees something terrifying and inexplicable, and can't help but make a chaotic noise.
But when he followed the voice, he saw no woman.
Instead, he only saw a white bat, staring at the invisible self in the sky, and in those small scarlet eyes, the killing intent was undisguised.
Mellon was surprised by this.
However, before he could react, he suddenly discovered that the surrounding environment had changed in an instant.
From the original battlefield, it has become a gloomy street!
The street was dimly lit, black stone brick paved beneath, flanked by old and dilapidated apartment buildings.
On the surface of the apartment building, there are dense white bats hanging upside down, like a piece of white maggots growing on withered bread.
And the pair of scarlet eyes of the maggots were staring at him fiercely.
"The spiritual world?"
Melon, who has the inheritance of a potions professor, is no stranger to what he suddenly encountered.
But because of this, he gave up the idea of evading this unknown attack and even calling for help, because it was destined to not take effect.
He turned to stand still, and began to wait quietly.
There is no such thing as spiritual strength in this world. When faced with such an attack, the criterion for who is stronger and who is weaker is actually very simple—
What will happen in reality, what can be used here.
So, nothing to panic.
"Pretending to be calm won't keep you from dying."
Seeing the boy's face as usual, a female voice sounded in the dark sky.
"But you and I have no hatred, so you can rest assured that I won't let you die too painfully."
…
On the other side, Juliana, who is the "invigilator", immediately discovered a line of attacked text that appeared on someone's file.
This made her face change instantly.
But she didn't get nervous because of it, instead she calmly took out the book of secret words and wrote a few words on it.
After a while, the vice president who had been diametrically opposed to her before also noticed the abnormal situation and couldn't help but be stunned.
"An attack in the soul domain? The Trial Illusion is incapable of launching such an attack."
"This is obviously premeditated!"
As she spoke, she took out the book of secret words, and quickly wrote on itwww.wuxiaspot.com The words in her mouth gradually became angry.
"Some people have gone so far as to send spies to Fort St. Grant to assassinate a new student - aren't they afraid of revenge afterwards?!"
"If you dare to do it, of course you are not afraid."
Juliana on the side said faintly: "However, the rules of the trial ground are special, and this attack may not take effect."
As a training site for students, of course, there is a crisis detection mechanism in the trial site. The existence of this mechanism can allow students to escape this trial when their lives are in danger.
Therefore, the school would dare to put a group of freshmen on the battlefield without taking any protective measures.
"But black magic involving the soul is no better than other attacks."
The third vice president stared at Iger Wilson's file records, and said in a worried tone: "This kind of attack is difficult for the outside world to detect except for the two sides, and since this spy dares—"
Her words stopped suddenly.
Because in this short speech time, there are new changes in the file.
[Successfully resisted the attack of the soul of the enemy whose personality is 6, and killed the opponent. The wizard talent was re-determined as s+, the soul strength was initially determined as s+, and the overall physical quality was re-determined—]
This line of words is too exaggerated, and it is almost suspected that there is a mistake, especially since the paragraph does not fully emerge after this paragraph, it seems that it is stuck due to some circumstances.
However, just when the three vice presidents were in shock, guessing if the crystal ball was broken because it had not been used for nearly a hundred years, a line of words that made them feel even more at a loss was quietly born.
[In line with the requirements of the heirs of Fort St. Grant, the relevant trials are officially launched. 】