Chapter 526 Revealing <TOC> Chapter 528 The Last Moment
Translator: SumTLMan
As the countdown drew closer to Demise, more and more apprentices appeared at the Altar of Demise. Rosen had originally estimated that nearly 90% would die, but now the number of people appearing at the Altar of Demise had already exceeded 10,000.
The total number of people entering the Purification Garden this time was about 80,000, and now 15% of them had come out. It can be seen that although the Purification Garden started earlier this time, it was still a relatively satisfactory ending.
Many wizards were also quite satisfied with this. Although they didn’t value many apprentices, they were the backbone of their own organization, and they wanted to minimize the loss of each one.
However, they didn’t know that a large part of these extra people were actually earned by Angel.
Rosen thought about this and couldn’t help but sigh in his heart. It was a pity that Angel himself was trapped inside.
…
“Stop, hand over the Sword of Mer you have, or else…”
“You’re stupid, what’s the point of saying so much? Who would hand over the Sword of Mer at this time? Let’s just attack, and once we kill him, the Sword of Mer will be ours!”
A fat and a thin apprentice, both with extreme body types, blocked Farja’s path.
Farja hooked a sinister smile: “Dare to block my way, you probably think I’m some nameless nobody. Let me tell you… ‘Eternal Silence Black Crow’ Talos is my relative, so you’re looking for death!”
The fat apprentice and the thin apprentice looked at each other and burst into laughter: “We naturally know about Talos, but what does it have to do with you if he’s your relative? Can he break into the Purification Garden to save you now? Don’t even think about it, just die here!”
Farja’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his aura suddenly changed. In the eyes of the fat and thin apprentices, a moon wheel seemed to appear behind him, shining brightly in the dark night.
Seeing this moon wheel, the fat and thin apprentices flashed a bad feeling in their eyes. It was broad daylight now, where did the darkness come from?
“Could it be the negative effect of the dark system?” At this time, the fat apprentice hesitated for a moment, took back the white florescent arrow he had originally used, and reconstructed a trick model in his heart.
Call of Light! A first-level trick used to dispel all darkness.
“Dark system, huh, I’m not the kind of scum that hides in the shadows and filth!” Farja sneered, not afraid at all. His body gradually became ethereal, and suddenly a dozen bats burst out of the moon wheel behind him, flapping their wings like arrows, piercing through the bodies of the fat and thin apprentices.
Blood splattered, and the two corpses fell into the sea with a thud.
The blood-stained bats flapped their wings and returned to Farja’s side. Farja sniffed the smell of fresh blood, held his forehead with one hand, and laughed.
“Good, I’m glad you don’t recognize Talos,” Farja laughed: “But now, you should know how powerful my Night Bat Shadow is, right?”
Suddenly, Farja froze: it seemed he hadn’t introduced himself just now?!
Damn, he missed the opportunity!
It didn’t matter now; he was already dead, so it didn’t matter if they remembered his name.
After killing the two, Farja finally reached the Altar of Demise. However, there was a City of Demise before entering the altar.
The City of Demise was originally the capital of the Ger race and another tribe, beautifully constructed with shells and corals everywhere.
But now, the City of Demise was engulfed in flames, as the apprentices seeking the Sword of Mer vented their anger. The tribes and Ger race were initially strong, but the number of apprentices was too many, and their methods were diverse. Soon, the City of Demise had become a city of death.
When Farja arrived at the City of Demise, all he saw were flames, ruins, and corpses.
He sneered and entered the Altar of Demise.
Inside the altar was a massive magical formation, which only those with the Sword of Mer could enter. Many apprentices without the sword gathered outside the formation, attempting to steal it from others. They were all extremely fierce, as their lives were at stake, and everyone was in a do-or-die situation.
Through great effort, Farja managed to seize an opportunity amidst the dozens of attackers, transformed into a bat, and entered the magical formation at a breakneck speed.
This last battle was more challenging than any previous encounter, but fortunately, he made it through.
Filled with joy, Farja looked up: he should be unique, right? If not unique, at least among the elite apprentices in his peers’ opinion?
However, when he looked up, he saw a sea of people around him.
At least tens of thousands of people!
In an instant, Farja’s heart sank. Wasn’t it supposed to be a one-in-ten chance of survival? Wasn’t it supposed to eliminate 90%? At least half of them were still alive!
But when he looked back at the magical formation, he thought of those without the Sword of Mer, and his sense of superiority returned.
Farja flapped his bat wings, attempting to fly up and survey the situation, but was immediately shot down by a piercing water arrow.
He fell directly into the crowd.
As he fell, he saw the owner of the water arrow… Jiebo.
To be precise, the giant whale beneath Jiebo.
Jiebo was shrouded in mist, making his face indistinguishable, but the enormous blue unicorn abyssal whale revealed his identity. When Farja tried to fly with his bat wings, the unicorn abyssal whale glanced at him, then leisurely spat out a small water arrow, and he was hit.
It seemed so slow, yet I couldn’t avoid it?!
“Little bat, stop flapping your wings… Can’t you see the situation? All the real core disciples are flying in the sky. You can’t even handle a small water arrow, so stop making small moves.” A young voice entered Farja’s ears. Little bat? I’m not a little bat. Did Diavolo tell others about the nickname he gave me?
Farja was a bit annoyed and looked up.
It was a boy around ten years old, sitting on the back of a white rhinoceros, accompanied by a chubby kid.
“Who are you calling a little bat?! I am the famous ‘Dark Night Bat Shadow’, Lord Farja! The ‘Eternal Silence Black Crow’ Talos is my relative!” Farja said indignantly.
“Alright, I won’t call you little bat, how about… dark circles?”
Farja’s attire was extremely distinctive, with black hair, black eyes, and black circles under his eyes, as well as black clothes, pants, and shoes. Aside from his exposed pale skin, his entire body was almost black. Moreover, he had many black straps and dense studs, looking very bizarre and non-mainstream.
Not to mention his clothes, almost everyone who saw Farja would notice the thick dark circles under his eyes.
However, probably only Talos knew that his dark circles were actually painted on himself to showcase his uniqueness.
“I told you, my name is Farja! Lord Farja!” While speaking, Farja angrily summoned two blood-eyed bats and rushed towards the boy.
The boy was startled, but just as the bats were about to reach him, a sandstorm-made shield appeared in front of him, not only blocking the blood-eyed bats but also sucking all the blood from the bats the moment they pierced the shield, turning them into dry corpses that fell to the ground.
Just as Farja was heartbroken, a foot made of sand and dust appeared in front of him.
With a fierce kick, Farja flew in a parabolic arc and fell heavily ten meters away.
After cursing for a while, Farja opened his eyes in a daze and saw the boy riding the white rhinoceros coming to his side again, muttering: “Ah, I forgot to tell you, my senior brother is actually in the air too. Look, that’s him.”
Farja trembled and looked up, only to see a man in the sky several meters away, staring at him coldly.
“Hermes?!” Farja blurted out the man’s name.
“So you know my senior brother.” The boy grinned: “My name is Loki. Hurry up and get up; if you keep lying here, someone will take your spot.”
Knowing that this boy was Hermes’ junior brother, Farja temporarily put away his arrogance. Rubbing the kicked wound, he sat up.
Only then did he realize that there were only a dozen people standing in mid-air.
Jiebo was standing in the central position, and there was no one beside him. The rest flying in the air were all like “Hermes”, who had extraordinary strength among their peers.
Even in the host Sky Mechanical City, only “Dela” was suspended in midair, and far away from Jiebo.
There are already over 10,000 apprentices here, many of whom are recognized as core elite apprentices, but only a dozen or so can stand in midair!
“What makes them occupy the sky?”
“What? Of course, it’s because of their strength.” The one who answered him was not Loki, but an old man standing nearby.
The old man turned his head and sighed softly: “You’ll know when you see it for yourself. The world of wizards is a world where strength speaks.”
Before the old man’s words had fallen, Farja saw another person flying into the sky. He had heard the name of the apprentice, who was the core apprentice of the Night’s Edge, nicknamed “Immortal Night King.”
Those who dare to take this nickname are either overly confident ordinary people or those who have gone too far in their self-confidence.
In any case, this is definitely a shameful nickname.
“I know him. The Night King’s strength is pretty good.” As Farja’s words fell, he saw a woman suspended in midair, stepping on fresh flowers, waving her hand.
Amidst the fragrance of flowers, the Night King fell.
“Look, don’t show off if you don’t have strength.” The old man finished speaking and took out a gray Sword of Mer from his pocket: “In the end, the final position depends on what color Sword of Mer they hold. What they are doing is just pursuing a false reputation.”
“What false reputation or not, it’s just sour grapes because you can’t eat them.” Loki sneered.
The old man glared angrily, but with Hermes staring at him in midair, he dared not do anything to Loki. He snorted twice, muttering: “I won’t bother with you kids, I’m going to find a spot.” Then he turned and left.
The old man left, but Farja was dumbfounded.
“Position? Look at the color?” Farja remembered that Loki seemed to be saying just now: grab a good position… what does that mean?
“Feel the Sword of Mer with your mental power, and you’ll know.”