Surprise Attack

Ailante huddled in a room, listening to the guards talking outside.

"Where did those outsiders go? They disappeared in the blink of an eye."

"I don't know, have you searched that house...?"

"I've searched inside, but I didn't find it. It must have gone somewhere else."

"Damn it! These outsiders, why are they always running around... Let's go, let's look somewhere else."

He listened to the footsteps outside the door gradually fade away before finally letting out a sigh of relief and turning to look at the Spirit Realm Traveler beside him.

A person who was by the window peeked out a few times, then came back and nodded. Only then did the others emerge from their hiding place.

Almost everyone was covered in wounds, their clothes were torn in many places, and even their weapons had been smashed open by the guards' brute force.

Ailante looked at his short spear with heartache. It was an enchanted weapon that he had put a lot of effort into making, and now its shaft had many dents from being smashed.

He had not anticipated the high attributes of the guards in this Trial.

Almost every guard could pose a significant obstacle to them, and they couldn't take down a guard with strong defenses in a short time.

They found each other early on and banded together to deal with the guards.

Even though they banded together, they could barely handle the guards.

Not only did the guards keep arriving, but the residents who could be seen everywhere along the roadside also came up to attack them. Moreover, those residents possessed amazing strength and defensive capabilities, making their lives miserable.

There were still quite a few of them, and some of them were injured and had difficulty moving, so they couldn't just run away.

So they had no choice but to hide, hoping to gain some breathing space.

Looking out at the peaceful street, Ailante gathered everyone together and said:

"Do you know why those guards are so powerful? They were able to defeat you, who had been developing in the Spirit Realm for many years, with just their brute strength."

The others shook their heads, their faces filled with resentment. They had spent countless hours in the Spirit Realm honing their skills to achieve their current strength, only to be suppressed by this Trial monster. No one could bear this.

"This is not your fault, but rather that this Trial is rather special..."

Ailante paused for a moment, then continued.

"If I'm not mistaken, the magical liquid those guards drank was probably Dragon-Transformation Potion."

"Dragon-Transformation Potion!" came a gasp from the crowd.

With a smile on his face, Ailante said:

"That's right, it's the Dragon-Transformation Potion, a potion that can give humans Dragonkin characteristics. Its effects can even allow an ordinary person to become as powerful as a warrior apprentice who has undergone years of training."

"In the Material Realm, due to the rarity of Dragonkin and their difficulty in hunting, the price of Dragon-Transformation Potion is astronomical, making it almost impossible for apprentices to obtain them."

"But this Trial is different. I can guarantee that there are definitely a large amount of materials in Monsa City to make such a huge quantity of potions."

"And this is precisely the key to our gaining extra power in this Trial."

These words stirred the hearts of everyone present, rekindling their hope.

They were already in a terrible state, being chased and beaten by the guards, but the crucial point was that their mission was to save the city.

After witnessing the strength of those guards, they almost all fell into despair. If even the lowly soldiers were this strong, how could they possibly withstand anything that would bring disaster to Monsa?

The fact that they could strengthen themselves with the Dragon-Transformation Potion undoubtedly gave them hope of passing this Trial.

Looking at everyone's expressions, Ailante nodded in satisfaction and continued:

"Let's hide until nightfall. Going out now will only lead to a fight with the guards and waste our energy."

Ailante planned to go out at night, by which time the guards would have been patrolling all day and would be exhausted, making the defenses much weaker.

He clenched his fists and took a deep breath. Although being chased and beaten by these guards as soon as he arrived had somewhat shaken his confidence.

However, after things calmed down a bit, he felt that he had made a fairly correct judgment, and that he might actually be able to achieve his initial goal.

"To acquire the bloodline of a Dragonkin." This was his initial goal, and also the reason why his father was so powerful.

Having dragon characteristics and having dragon blood are not the same thing. The former might only allow you to fight as an apprentice, while the latter can provide benefits in all Profession ranks.

Meanwhile, in the Divine Revelation Hall, Priest Tors stared intently at the two strangely dressed people before him.

Who exactly are you?

An hour ago, Tors dismissed all the guards stationed here, and then five minutes ago, the two men arrived at the Divine Revelation Hall and wounded all the servants.

As he fought the two men, he became increasingly alarmed.

The one wielding the greatsword was easier to deal with; he felt that if they really fought, he could take her down in less than a minute.

The one wielding the Purple Shortsword sensed something was wrong as soon as they exchanged blows; why was his opponent so much stronger than him?

He touched the wound on his arm, his face growing increasingly grim.

Velint frowned. This was far too slow; at this rate, reinforcements would arrive soon.

The opponent's skin was much thicker than she had expected. Her Combat Technique, [Hundred Shattering Slash], only left a large scar on the opponent's body. The opponent seemed completely unaffected by these wounds and did not slow down.

"Damn it, don't let me find out which priest sent you."

Tors suddenly roared, realizing why the enemy had attacked just as he had dismissed the guards.

It must be that scoundrel Luka conspired with a priest loyal to the High Priest, and after receiving news that he was going to disband the guards, they decided to launch a surprise attack, which is why only two people came to attack him.

He was furious at the thought of Luka and those disobedient priests. Did they really not want the High Priest of Angmar to be the leader of Monsa? Why could that High Priest be the leader, but they, Angmar, couldn't?

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the High Priest of Angmar. He had consulted the priest several times a week ago about his thoughts, but each time he was refused, with the priest saying it wasn't the right time yet.

"Brittle Armor Spell!"

Suddenly, a beam of white light struck his body, causing him to feel some unpleasant changes occurring within him...

Then a fireball came hurtling towards him. He couldn't easily dodge these spells; he could only rely on his tough body to withstand them...

But this time, the moment the fireball exploded reminded him of the pain he suffered when he was very young, when he put his hands into a burning pile of firewood out of curiosity.