The countdown was coming to an end.
More and more apprentices showed up at the Altar of Demise. Lawson predicted that 90% of the apprentices would die, but there were already more than 10,000 of them.
There were about 80,000 apprentices who entered the purification garden, and 15% of them had already made it out alive. Although the garden was opened earlier than expected, it was still a happy ending.
The wizards were also satisfied with the outcome. They didn't care much about apprentices, but they were still the backbone of their organizations. It would be better if they didn't lose more apprentices.
What they didn't know was that Angor was the one who earned most of the extra apprentices.
Lawson couldn't help but sigh in his mind. Too bad Angor was the one who got trapped.
…
"Stop! Hand over your Meraid's Sword, or —"
"Are you stupid? What's the point of talking? Let's kill whoever is going to hand over the Meraid's Sword, and the sword will be ours! "
Two extremely large apprentices, one fat and one skinny, blocked Falca's way.
Falca grinned sinisterly. "You think I'm a nobody? Let me tell you something … Taurus, the Silent Raven, is one of my kin. You're courting death!"
The fat and skinny apprentices looked at each other and laughed. "Of course we know about Mister Taurus. But he's your kin. What does that have to do with you? Do you think he's going to break into the purification garden to save you? Don't even think about it. Die right here! "
Falca narrowed his eyes and suddenly changed his aura. In the eyes of the fat and skinny apprentices, a bright moon appeared behind Falca, shining brightly in the darkness.
Seeing the full moon, the fat and skinny acolytes' eyes flashed. It was broad daylight, how could it be night?!
"Is this the negative effect of darkness?" The fat apprentice hesitated and put away his White Phosphorus Arrow. Then, he constructed a new cantrip model in his mind.
Light's Call! A level-1 cantrip that could dispel all darkness.
"Dark Element, hmph, I'm not the kind of trash that hides in the filth of darkness!" Falca sneered. He was not afraid at all. His body slowly turned transparent. Suddenly, a dozen bats flew out of the Full Moon behind him. They flapped their wings and pierced through the two apprentices' bodies like arrows.
Blood splattered as the two corpses fell into the sea.
The blood-stained bat flapped its wings and flew back to Falca. Falca smelled the blood and laughed out loud.
"Very good. I'm very happy that you don't recognize Taurus." Falca laughed out loud. "But now, you should know the power of my Midnight Bat Shadow!"
All of a sudden, Falca froze. He didn't say his name just now.
Damn it, what a loss!
It doesn't matter. I'm already dead anyway. It doesn't matter if you remember my name or not.
After killing the two, Falca finally arrived at the Altar of Demise. However, before entering the Altar of Demise, there was still the City of Demise.
The Final City used to be the capital of the Duons and Dugongs. It was beautifully built with shells and corals everywhere.
However, the Final City was now filled with flames. The apprentices who wanted to get their hands on the Meraid's Swords were all here to vent their anger. The Duons and Dugongs were strong, but there were too many apprentices and they had too many tricks up their sleeves. It didn't take long for the Final City to become a dead city.
When Falca arrived at the Final City, he saw nothing but flames, ruins, and corpses.
He sneered and went straight to the Altar of Demise.
There was a huge magic array inside the altar that only those who had a Meraid's Sword could enter. Outside of the magic array, there were a lot of apprentices who didn't have Meraid's Swords. They wanted to stop the others and snatch the swords. Since this was a matter of life and death, everyone was fighting with their lives on the line.
It took Falca a lot of effort to find an opportunity to turn into a bat and break into the magic array at an unimaginable speed.
This final battle was even more difficult than all the previous battles he had encountered. Fortunately, he had made it through.
Falca looked up in joy. I'm one of a kind, aren't I? Even if I'm not one of a kind, I should at least become one of the best apprentices in the world.
However, when he looked up again, he saw that he was surrounded by a sea of people.
There were at least tens of thousands of them!
Falca's heart sank. Wasn't it supposed to be a 90% elimination? Wasn't it supposed to be a 90% elimination? Only a small portion of the survivors would survive, hey!
However, when he looked outside the magic array and thought about those who did not have a Meraid's Sword, he felt a sense of superiority.
Falca flapped his wings and wanted to take a look at the situation in the air, but he was shot down by a sharp water arrow as soon as he took to the air.
He fell into the crowd.
When he landed, he saw the owner of the water arrow — Jebra.
To be more precise, it was the giant whale that Jebra was sitting on.
Jebra's face was covered in water vapor, but the giant blue whale on his back was enough to identify him. When Falca tried to fly up, the whale glanced at him from the corner of its eyes and slowly spat out a small water arrow. Falca was hit by the arrow.
It looked so slow, but why couldn't I dodge it?
"Hey, little bat, stop flapping your wings. Can't you see the situation? All the people in the sky are core disciples, and you can't even survive a small water arrow. Stop playing tricks." A childish voice reached Falca's ears. Little bat? What the hell?! I'm not a little bat! Did Diablo tell someone his nickname?
Falca was a little angry. He looked up and said, "What?
It was a little boy about ten years old sitting on the back of a white rhinoceros with a chubby boy beside him.
"Who are you calling a little bat?! I'm the famous' Night Bat Shadow 'Falca, and' Silent Raven 'Taurus is my relative! "Falca said angrily.
"Fine, I won't call you 'little bat'. I'll call you … Dark Circles, then."
Falca's outfit was quite unique. He had black hair, black eyes, and dark circles under his eyes. Apart from his exposed pale skin, his entire body was covered in black. There were also a lot of black straps and rivets on his body, which made him look quite weird.
Apart from his attire, almost everyone who saw Falca would notice the dark circles under his eyes.
Taurus was probably the only one who knew that Falca actually drew those dark circles himself to show off his unique look.
"Like I said, I'm Falca! Mister Falca! "While speaking, Falca angrily summoned two blood-eyed bats and charged at the boy.
The boy was startled, but before the bats could reach him, a shield made of sand appeared in front of him. Not only did it stop the bats, it also sucked all the blood out of the bats the moment they passed through the shield, turning them into dried corpses on the ground.
While Falca's heart ached, a foot made of sand appeared in front of him.
Thump!
The kick sent Falca flying in a parabola and heavily landed ten meters away.
Falca opened his eyes groggily and saw the boy riding the white rhinoceros beside him. "Ah, I forgot to tell you. My senior brother is also in the air. Look, that's him," Falca said, clucking his tongue.
Falca trembled as he looked up and saw a man staring at him coldly from tens of meters away in the sky.
"Hermes?!" Falca blurted out the name.
"Oh, so you know my senior brother." The boy grinned. "I'm Loki. Get up and keep lying down. All the good spots are taken."
Now that he knew the boy was Hermes' junior brother, Falca put away his arrogance for a while. He rubbed his sore spot and sat up.
Only then did he notice that there were only a dozen people in the air.
Jebra was standing in the center of the group without anyone around him. The rest of the people in the air were all people like "Hermes" who were considered the strongest among their peers.
Even "Dira" was the only one in the air from Floating Mech City, and he was far away from Jebra.
There were more than ten thousand apprentices in the city, and most of them were recognized as elite core apprentices. However, only a dozen of them could stand in the air.
"Why are they in the air?"
"Why? Because they're strong, of course. "It was not Loki who answered. It was an old man standing nearby.
The old man turned around and snorted. "You'll see for yourself. Strength is everything in the wizarding world."
Before the old man could finish his words, Falca saw another person flying into the air. He had heard of this person before. He was a core apprentice of Edge of Night, nicknamed "Eternal Night King".
Anyone who dared to use such a title was either an idiot who had too much confidence in his or her strength.
Either way, it was a shameful title.
"I know him. The Night King is quite strong." As soon as Falca's voice faded, a woman floating in the air with flowers under her feet waved her hand.
Amidst the fragrance of the flowers, the Night King fell.
"See? Don't try to show off if you're not strong enough." The old man took out a gray Meraid's Sword from his pocket. "Anyway, the final spot is decided by the color of the sword. They're only doing this for fame."
"What false reputation? It's a classic case of sour grapes when you can't eat them," Rocky mocked.
The old man's brows furrowed in anger, but with Hermes watching from the sky, he didn't dare to do anything to Loki. He snorted twice and muttered, "I'm not going to argue with you kids. I'm going to find a seat." Then he turned around and left.
After the old man left, Falca was left dumbfounded.
"Spot? Color? "Falca remembered Loki saying something about" getting a good spot ". What did that mean?
"Feel the Meraid's Sword with your mind power and you'll know."
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