A One-Sided Situation

"Down with the false gods! Kill the heretics!"

"Down with the false gods! Kill the heretics!"

"Down with the false gods! Kill the heretics!"

A guard stared in horror at these humans with Magic Creature organs, shouting these offensive words.

In the past, he might have disregarded everything and rushed forward to eliminate these blasphemous bastards.

However, after witnessing the enemy's fighting style, and seeing his companions being brutally torn apart, their internal organs and limbs scattered all over the ground, he was momentarily too afraid to go up.

After drinking the Divine Water, their defenses reached an astonishing level; ordinary weapons could not even make a small incision.

Because their material refining technology was backward, they could not create sharp weapons that could cut through their bodies. The few Divine Weapon that could be made were obtained by priests from the gods during rituals.

The priests were too busy making offerings to them, so how could they possibly entrust these Divine Weapon to them? Besides, the number of these Divine Weapon could be counted in a handful of hands.

Furthermore, the Magic Creature they usually deal with have lower defenses than they do, so naturally they don't expect to get those sharp weapons.

They all tried to make their weapons as large as possible, because they had plenty of strength and could wield heavier weapons to inflict damage with heavy blows.

However, this proved ineffective when they encountered these people; their supposedly formidable defenses were utterly insignificant in the face of these people's Magic Creature organs.

He witnessed the other man's claws pierce a guard's chest, tear open his chest, and then pull out his internal organs one by one.

He then saw a long-tailed creature flick its tail, striking a priest on the head and turning the priest's head into a bloody mess, unrecognizable from its original form.

Faced with this situation, the guard was bewildered. They had always relied on the power of the Divine Water to bully other Magic Creature, but now they had encountered Magic Creature stronger than them. What should he do?

Just as he was stunned, he suddenly felt something grab his waist, followed by a feeling of weightlessness, which made him very flustered.

He discovered that a winged being had lifted him off the ground. The being looked strained, its face flushed, and its wings were flapping faster and faster.

He hurriedly drew the dagger from his waist and stabbed at the person who wanted to take him away.

However, this dagger was just a small tool he usually used to skin Magic Creature, and after being hit, it was directly deflected by the monster's hard scales.

He struggled desperately, but the other person seemed unwilling to let him go and ignored him completely.

Only when he flew high into the sky and saw the entire Divine Temple below did he accept his fate and stop struggling.

The pain in his waist suddenly subsided, and he felt the wind slapping his face. He tried to open his eyes, but the ground was getting closer and closer.

With a loud thud, he crashed heavily to the ground. He still had a faint breath and wasn't dead yet, but he couldn't get up.

Upon witnessing this sudden scene and recognizing that it was a guard, the others were gripped by fear.

Some threw down their weapons and fled; others knelt down and begged to be spared.

One of the ' Half-Dragon ' was already red-faced with rage. When he saw the other party put down his weapon, he wanted to attack again, but was stopped by his own people.

"Stop! Don't forget the messenger's command: those who lay down their weapons may be pardoned for now, pending judgment later."

He stopped attacking and slammed his claws hard against a nearby stone pillar to vent his anger.

The kneeling man felt the pebbles hit his face, but he dared not make a sound, waiting in terror for the sound to stop.

The Great Divine Temple is located at the heart of Monsa City, and the entire city of Monsa was expanded around this central point.

Every year, the priests would check the construction progress on all sides of the city to ensure that this area remained the city center.

The building had no main entrance, so Fran and her group knocked down several guards and stormed inside.

The lighting inside was somewhat dim, but it was still possible to see the basic layout.

Facing the gate is a huge sculpture with a human face, but behind this face is the head of a dragon, stretching its neck and presenting its head forward.

These half-dragon, half-human details are present throughout the sculpture; for example, the arms are normal human hands, but the fingers extend out as slender claws...

Lyle stared at the sculpture, a strange sense of fear creeping over him, as if he had done something wrong. But this feeling quickly dissipated, as if it had never existed.

In front of this sculpture are several cushions, which are ornately decorated and look very valuable.

A figure was sitting on the cushion. When they came in, the figure stood up and turned its back to the sculpture.

How did you get them to exhibit these characteristics?

Angmar asked Fran.

The reason for asking Fran was that, of all the people who came in, Fran was the only one who did not have Dragonkin features.

Moreover, he had heard of her yellow robe and the Purple Shortsword in her hand from the descriptions of Tors and Luka.

"That is a gift from my God, something a heretic like you could never understand."

Fran chuckled in response. She glanced around at the people, her first priority being to ensure they wouldn't be easily fooled by a few words, so she preemptively labeled them.

"The Divine Statue you make, though somewhat similar to my gods, are ultimately not..."

Lyle and the others suddenly realized why the sculpture seemed to resemble their current state; it turned out to be a deception deliberately created by this false god.

They immediately assumed a fighting stance, spreading out their formation, seemingly ready to charge forward and engage Angmar at any moment.

"Ha." Angmar chuckled, as if he had heard something extremely funny.

He stretched out his arms and tossed aside some of the small ornaments he was wearing.

"You don't need to tell such lies, because you and I both know that we represent different gods, and naturally we have to fight to decide which god should reside in this Divine Temple."

His eyes turned into vertical pupils, casting a terrifying gaze upon everyone. He scanned the crowd before finally fixing his gaze on Fran.

What Fran didn't notice was that the book she was holding under her arm was gradually revealing golden pages, emitting a faint glow and vibrating slightly, indicating that Fran should use it.

However, Fran knew that the person in front of her was not easy to deal with, but she had entered this Trial as Formal Mage Order, so she was not afraid even if the opponent was only First Order mage.

She threw the book on the ground to make sure it wouldn't interfere with her in the upcoming battle.

She directly activated her Mental Power, causing her physical constitution to surge to 6.6, approaching the level of the First Order.

Then she felt the rejection from the Spirit Realm. She sensed it carefully, and if it continued for ten minutes, she would be kicked out of the Trial.