Over countless years, vast numbers of Faith Wizards had tried their own paths across this Endless Sea, among its countless Islands.
Among them were many geniuses and many mediocrities; gentle people and brutal, savage people; all manner of successes, and inevitably, all kinds of failures.
In Ruger's eyes, such a chaotic, complicated environment might also have invisibly provided fertile soil for Demons to breed. Faith Wizards could use a god's name to pursue their own aims on some Island, and Demons could do the same—for instance, disguising themselves as so-called gods and beguiling the masses. Perhaps the more cunning Demons appeared even more convincing than those Faith Wizards in ordinary people's eyes.
At the same time, wizards competed with one another. There were certainly no shortage of wizards secretly making little moves behind the scenes. That was also a marvelous thing for Demons. Chaos and conspiracy went hand in hand; both were Demons' dearest loves, and naturally became their camouflage, making it easier for them to stretch their hands over from another world.
Ruger curled his lip and began accepting the fact that this was not Black Valley Domain.
He had never imagined that he could arrive in a place like this directly through a teleportation Magic Array. The atmosphere and peculiarities of Black Valley Domain had misled him.
Ruger suddenly froze.
Since this so-called trial was not in Black Valley Domain, why had he been sent there in the beginning?
The only explanation was that teacher had truly intended to meet him in that Black Valley Domain.
But for some reason, he had been unable to come. While Ruger waited, holding that token, he had taken part in the Demon Hunter Wizards' trial.
"You... you aren't a messenger of the gods?"
Perhaps the effects of Mental Boil were nearing