It was Loki who spoke. Although Falca tried to attack him, Loki didn't really dislike the young man.
Maybe it was the nature of kids to attract each other.
Falca might look like a rebellious young man, but he was actually only fourteen or fifteen years old. Loki didn't expect to meet someone of his age here, so he didn't mind being friendly.
Loki's friendly reminder surprised Falca a little. He didn't know why Loki was being so friendly with him. Still, he was the one who asked first, so he just curled his lips and took out his Meraid's Sword.
Falca's Meraid's Sword was also gray, so he carefully sensed it with his spirit feelers.
Before he entered the altar, he tried to sense the Meraid's Sword with his power of the Will, but there was no reaction. However, when he tried to sense it, he discovered a strange feeling.
As soon as he sensed the Meraid's Sword, he noticed that he was looking at the whole altar from an ordinary perspective.
The Altar of Demise was huge. From his perspective, it was divided into five zones.
The central region was emitting a lustrous light. This was where the Purification Law was located. From inside to outside, the zones were divided into the golden zone, the silver zone, the white zone, and the gray zone. Among them, the golden zone was the smallest, while the gray zone was the largest. The difference in area was hundreds of times.
When Falca saw the distribution of the zones, he had a vague idea. "Don't tell me the color of the Meraid's Sword corresponds to the zone?"
Loki nodded. "That's right. Someone destroyed the temple in the City of Demise, and I got some information from the priests. The golden zone has no more than a hundred people, the silver zone has a limit of a thousand, and the white and gray zones have the most people."
"What's the point of this? The closer we are to the center, the stronger the purification power? "Falca wondered.
"Yeah, something like that. As long as you don't have too many impurities in your body, the gray Meraid's Sword is fine. Also, I heard that the purification power is going to be extraordinary this time. Even if we're in the outer zone, we'll still be as good as the core zone. " Loki curled his lips and pointed at Jebra. "Jebra's body is completely pure, so it's a waste for him to occupy the golden zone."
Falca was a bit depressed after hearing Loki's words.
He had suffered a lot of internal injuries in order to raise the Blood Bats. He didn't expect that the Meraid's Sword that he had fought so hard for would not be able to enter the core area and get purified. This made him feel even more unreconciled. It was clearly said that nine out of ten would die, so how could so many people survive?! Otherwise, he might have been able to enjoy the purification in the front row.
Falca, on the other hand, did not think that he would be lucky enough to be one of the living accidents. That was hard to say.
Seeing Falca's expression, Loki took out his own Meraid's Sword, which was also grey in color. "There are many ways to purify it. You don't have to use the purification garden. The fact that we were able to survive this time is our greatest fortune. Just think about that Purification Law … Tsk tsk, it's not something that can be comprehended by just getting close to it. It depends on talent and luck! Who knows, maybe we're the ones who comprehended it? "
Loki generously added Falca into his circle of friends. Falca frowned, but nodded in the end.
Then, he began to think about Loki's words.
Who wouldn't want the Law of Purification?
"The fact that I could figure out that the sky is the exit in Flying Fish World is proof of my intelligence." Falca couldn't help but think. "I also got a Meraid's Sword in the Sea of Purification, and I was lucky enough to land near the Altar of Demise. That's why I was able to make it before the countdown ended … This means that I'm also very lucky."
I have both intellect, opportunity, and talent. I should be the one who comprehended the Law of Purification!
The more Falca thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense. His eyes were filled with hope.
Falca was not an exception. There were plenty of people here who had the same idea as him.
Everyone believed that they were special and that God was watching over them. Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, they would still think that it was a fifty-fifty chance.
While Falca was thinking, Loki turned around and looked at Alan, who was sitting on the rhino's back.
"Alan, you've been quiet for a while. You look a bit sad." Falca wondered.
Alan had always been a cheerful guy, so it was rare for him to be like this. This was why Falca was curious.
Alan sighed. "The countdown will end in less than five minutes."
Loki did some calculations and agreed. But shouldn't he be happy about it? What's wrong with being purified?
"I looked down at the Altar of Demise when I was with Hermes, but I couldn't find Angor anywhere. Is he not here yet?" Alan also paid attention to the area outside the magic array, but Angor was still nowhere to be seen.
It wasn't that Alan cared too much about Angor. After all, Alan only knew a handful of people in the wizarding world. Angor was one of the strongest among them, and he also knew alchemy. Perhaps Alan could help him in the future.
Therefore, Alan paid extra attention to Angor's whereabouts. However, he still could not find Angor after searching for a long time. He had a bad feeling about this. Did Angor die?
"I don't know. I didn't see him either." Loki chuckled. "I don't think so. I don't think Angor is strong enough to defeat anyone in the garden."
"Maybe Jebra won't be able to win either." Loki lowered his voice a little.
"I think so. I'm just worried that …" Alan shook his head. He didn't want Angor to fail here.
"You're talking about Angor? Angor Padt?" Falca suddenly moved closer and asked with a strange look.
Alan said, "Yes, that's him. You know him too? "
Falca didn't answer the question. Instead, he revealed a happy look. "He didn't make it to the Altar of Demise? Hahaha! Wonderful! This is the best news I've heard since I came here! "
"You have something against Angor?" Alan frowned.
"No. I just don't like him." Falca humphed. It was all Angor's fault that he got caught by the patrolling Rune Detector last time. Also, Mister Taurus praised Angor in person, which made Falca very uncomfortable. They were both level-2 apprentices. What was so special about Angor? He also checked Angor's body. Apart from his good looks, there was nothing special about Angor.
Why did Taurus think Angor was strong? Was Angor as strong as Jebra's Light Wind and Moon?
Falca always believed that Angor's strength came from his mouth. Taurus didn't see it with his own eyes. Why would Taurus praise Angor in front of Falca and ask him to learn from Angor?
Now that Angor couldn't make it to the altar, Falca finally had a valid reason to refute Taurus. Angor couldn't even survive in the garden? What did he have to learn from Taurus?
Falca was very proud of himself, but Alan was very worried. As the time slowly came to an end, Alan's mood became even more tense.
Just like Alan, the others who received help from the Lord of Tentacles were also paying close attention to Angor's whereabouts.
Sinehowze, Carveline, and Shayaron were among them.
Sinehowze and Carveline were also hovering in the air, and they managed to take control of the air. "Angor isn't here yet …" Sinehowze muttered.
"Maybe he won't make it in time. We ran into each other thousands of kilometers away from here, and we used a directional teleportation array to get here. Angor doesn't have such an item. Even if he tries his best, he won't make it in time. What a shame. "
At the same time, Jebra, who was in the center of the crowd, kept looking back.
However, his body was covered in mist, so no one could see his movements. Only he knew how often he was looking back.
He was really scared.
There were many people who wanted to kill him in the garden. Keely and Maine weren't a big deal. The most important one was the one with the water talent. It was simply too terrifying. Even now, the problem of the ocean in his body and half of the flame-like toxins had not been completely resolved. Now, he could only hope that the Power of Purification would be able to help him purify it. If even the Power of Purification was unable to do so, he could only seek help from his teacher.
Jebra prayed that the crazy woman wouldn't show up. Jebra covered his face with a layer of mist to maintain his lofty image. Jebra shivered and shook his head. "If that woman comes …" Jebra shivered and shook his head.
His legs were shaking just thinking about it.
[Countdown: 1 minute. ]
When the countdown reached the end, Alan shook his head in disappointment. He didn't expect that the strongest person in his mind would make such a mistake.
"The ceremony is about to begin. Let's go. Let's find a spot near the white area." Alan sighed.
"Hermes has cleared out an area for us. Let's go." Loki nodded. Before he left, he dragged Falca along with him. Falca was a little embarrassed. He had just been taught a lesson by Hermes not long ago, and now he had to get close to the center again … But it was better to get as close to the center as possible, so Falca shamelessly followed.
Sinehowze also shook her head. "I don't think Angor will make it in time. I was going to find a chance to sign a contract with him and ask him to craft something for me. Looks like I can't do that now. "
Jebra watched as the countdown slowly came to an end and calmed down a little.
Now that the woman was dead, he wouldn't be able to tell anyone about his embarrassing incident, and he would have one less enemy to deal with.
When everyone thought that Angor was dead, a shadow suddenly appeared above the City of Demise.
The last ten seconds.
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven.
When the number reached 1, the magic circle around the altar started to change. The layer that separated the apprentices from the Meraid's Sword slowly turned from transparent to milky white.
When the entire altar turned milky white, the final round of the blood sacrifice would begin.
Sacrificing the entire Sea of Purification, sacrificing all the creatures in the sea, sacrificing all the apprentices who had yet to enter the Altar of Demise, and most importantly … sacrificing a civilization!
With the Fire of Civilization, the garden of purification would receive its final boost.
Just as the entire Altar of Destiny was about to turn milky-white, a black figure with boundless power suddenly barged in!
"We made it?!" "Hah! We really made it!" "Great! We made it! "
Before the person on the shadow could congratulate them …
All the acolytes within the Altar of Demise were stunned. Even the Magi who were watching from the valley outside had their eyes wide open.
What the hell was that?!
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