The western outskirts of Lancaster, the venue for the Twin City Cup semifinals.
Although there were no changes to the rules after the quarterfinals, each match was extraordinarily intense and exciting. While it was good for the spectators, the contestants were exhausted.
Considering that the contestants needed time to recover their stamina and stamina, the matches were no longer divided into arenas. Instead, the bishop of the Earth Church was asked to connect all the smaller arenas into one huge arena for the contestants to fight, lengthening the duration of the matches so that the contestants who weren't on their turn would have time to rest.
Naturally, the semifinals came after the quarterfinals.
The four contestants who made it to the semifinals were the Players Edward and Mufasa, the second-in-command of the Brilliant White Church's monk, and a mage who was a believer of Magic Purple and specialized in transmutation magic.
On the other hand, the schedule for the semifinals was Edward against Mufasa, and the monk against the mage.
Corinth, the mayor of Lancaster, was watching the match solemnly from the balcony of a temporary guest house.
Something had gone wrong.
As mentioned before, the grouping of the players in the tournament had been slightly tampered with.
Still, according to the idea of grouping the contestants, the two strongest believers of the God of Games — in other words, the Players would only meet in the finals. There shouldn't be a situation where they would fight each other in the semifinals.
Come to think of it, the opponents the Players had faced in the third match were either believers of other churches with outstanding ability or love-hate Players. It was as if the Players were purposely wearing down the Players' stamina and stamina (naturally, it wasn't a problem for the Players who could farm dungeons overnight).
Someone had interfered with Corinth's work when they were drawing lots. Considering that the believers of other churches wouldn't be able to touch the lots, the person who interfered was most likely a snitch on Corinth's side.
The seemingly prosperous and stable city of Lancaster was in fact a small boat swaying in a storm, tossed into the eye of the storm and ready to capsize at any moment.
Be that as it may, Corinth had to stay calm as the captain and not show even the slightest hint of fear or weakness. Otherwise, the bloodthirsty sharks beneath the water would smell blood and swarm towards them, tearing the boat into pieces …
Corinth couldn't help worrying at the thought.
"What is it, Gramps?" His granddaughter Gwendolyn asked quietly, tugging at the corner of his clothes. "Your expression is a little scary."
"No, it's nothing." Corinth returned to his senses and patted his granddaughter's little head with a gentle and kind smile. Then, he looked at the ring with knitted brows and subconsciously mumbled, "Nothing …"
Edward, who was in the ring below, had no idea what was going on. After all, Angora and Old Vanke were in charge of the political issues. Since he was in the ring, all he had to do was enjoy the battle.
"I say … it's already the semi-finals, can't you take off that mask?" Even Edward was helpless when he saw that Mufasa was still wearing his pink flatfish mask. "At least, you should be more serious in a place like this."
"Well said, but I refuse!" Mufasa drew the longsword unique to his Swordmaster class and said slowly, "I'm always serious when I fight!"
"Even if you say that," Edward sighed, "I don't think I can be serious when I see you like this."
"Really?" Mufasa paused for a moment before adding, "I've changed my ID in the forums to Pink Flatfish."
"What do you mean? Why don't you ask me if your brain is still normal … "
Edward was a little confused, unsure what Mufasa was talking about.
"Isn't there a System announcement for the single elimination tournament? Think about it. If you lose, the System Notification would show … "Mufasa said solemnly." 'Edward Adventurer of the Seven Seas' has been defeated by 'Pink Flatfish'. "
"And it would be spammed three times in the forums."
"Gasp …"
Edward inhaled sharply, his scalp turning cold as a fighting spirit welled within him. Even Happy Flames in his hand could feel its owner's spirited aura, and was now spitting out massive tongues of flame. "Who could stand such humiliation?! Bring it on! "
* * * As the semi-finals continued in full swing, Princess Leah finally managed to get some useful information from the surviving Level 3 cultists.
"To put it simply, those cultists are believers of an evil god called Aojo, and they seem to be plotting something behind the scenes."
After meeting up with her guardsmen, Princess Leah promptly returned to the Lancaster Hideout and told the Players gathered there about the information she had obtained after much difficulty.
"To put it mildly, Your Highness, your information is completely useless," Marni said, his head aching.
Marni said, his head pounding. "Actually, most cities would have at least one or two nests of cultists hiding, planning sacrifices and rituals day in and day out, but there are very few who succeed … because believers of evil gods would be influenced by them, and most of their brains would not work well … Do you understand? Finding them is as difficult as finding a specific rat nest in the sewers. "
After all, there were many famous Evil Gods who had fought against the Seven Divine Fathers, let alone the low-level Evil Gods that were unknown. Of course, most of the so-called fights were similar to throwing shurikens from hundreds of miles away during the divine wars. There were almost no Evil Gods that could fight on par with the Seven Divine Fathers. Otherwise, there was no need for them to become Evil Gods in secret. Under such circumstances, there were naturally many Evil Cultists who worshiped the Evil Gods, and it was basically unrealistic to wipe them all out.
"Even the Rotten Bones Church that we annihilated back then could be considered a relatively large cult." Marni explained a little before saying, "Moreover, the name Aojo doesn't sound like a normal evil god. It sounds more like a name some powerful evil creature would come up with to bewitch people, so just leave it to the city watch. I don't think there's a need to investigate … "
"It's fine. I have nothing to do anyway." Princess Leah didn't seem to mind at all and didn't appear to have been dampened, even egging Marni on. "Are you alright, Mister Marni? You wouldn't make it to the third round even if you had a Resurrection Ankh, a Resurrection Armor, and a bag full of Coca-Cola. Or are you going to watch it from above? "
"Your Highness, you're killing people …"
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Chapter 301:
Pink Flatfish
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