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n“If they really want to attack us with all their might.”

nStephanie said with difficulty, “I’m afraid that not a single one of our two empires will be able to walk out of the Magical Beast Forest.”

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nEveryone was silent.

nDon Quixote was also deeply affected.

nFor the second time, he felt powerless.

nThe first time was during the exchange match, and it was brought to him by Joelson.

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n“Haha, there’s still a group of peeping rats hiding here!”

nEar-piercing laughter rang out.

nEveryone was shocked. They realized that the Dark Church’s trial-takers who had come with the giant undead wolf had already discovered them.

nThe Dark Church’s trial-takers revealed savage smiles on their faces as they slowly drew their longswords.

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nLord Ernesto Xiu stopped the idiots of the Church of Light. They could take this opportunity to reap the heads of the two empires.

nThe Dark Church would definitely win this trial!

n“Prepare for battle!”

nDon Quixote shouted loudly as golden cross battle-qi burst out from his body.

nHe was the first to rush out and block the strongest trial-taker of the Dark Church.

nStephanie and the other knights protected the mages from the Tulip Academy in the middle while Stuart and the Gemini Star quickly chanted spells.

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n“Hmph!”

nDon Quixote suddenly took two steps back.

nSo powerful!

nThe opponent’s strength had already reached the peak of tier 7. If not for the augmentation of the golden cross battle aura, he might have been defeated in one move.

nThe Dark Church’s trial-takers’ battle-qi was black. It was a type of battle-qi that imitated the dark attribute. Its power was stronger than ordinary battle-qi, but it could not compare to Don Quixote’s golden cross battle-qi.

nSeeing that his full-strength attack was actually blocked by Don Quixote, the leader of the Dark Church snorted coldly. He was very dissatisfied and mustered all his strength to slash down once more.

nThe rest of the Dark Church trial-takers also followed quickly.

nMost of their strength was at the seventh rank. Moreover, they coordinated well with each other and attacked ferociously.

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nThe teams of the two empires almost collapsed in an instant.

nBang!

nDon Quixote rolled on the ground in a sorry state, dodging the attack of a stream of combat aura.

nDamn it!

nTwo seventh rank cultivators!

nThe Dark Church clearly had their eyes on him. They separated two people to attack him.

n“Your head is worth 100 points!”

nThe leader laughed sinisterly and charged forward with another person.

nDon Quixote barely managed to block one sword, but the other sword was already aimed at his neck.

nThere was no way he could dodge it.

nDon Quixote’s eyes widened.

nAt this moment, a powerful gray combat aura light descended from the sky and sent a person flying.

nA figure stood in front of Don Quixote, his proud red hair fluttering in the wind.

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nHe looked back.

nIt was a pair of strange red eyes.

n“Hawthorne!” Stephanie cried out.

nHawthorne’s current appearance was almost unrecognizable.

nHe was wearing a strange mask.

nThe gray-white jawbone and the sharp spikes on both sides pierced deep into Hawthorne’s ears.

nBright red blood flowed into the jawbone bit by bit, like a sponge absorbing water, slowly being absorbed, emitting a strange red light.

n“Hawthorne, your strength?” Don Quixote could not help but ask, looking at Hawthorne in shock.

nHawthorne laughed wildly.

n“Very strong, right? I also feel that I am very strong now! Don Quixote, you are no longer the number one genius of the younger generation in the Eternal Empire! I am!”

nHawthorne’s aura continued to rise. Before everyone’s eyes, he directly broke through level 7 and advanced to level 8.

nEveryone’s faces were filled with shock.

nA few days ago, Hawthorne was only at level 6. Now, in the blink of an eye, he was already at level 8?!

nThe aura he emitted became increasingly strange and filled with an evil aura.

nDon Quixote frowned tightly and shouted solemnly, “Dark Church? Hawthorne, quickly remove that bone!”

nHawthorne ignored Don Quixote’s warning.

nThe people of the Dark Church also exclaimed, “It’s Lord Fenrir’s jaw bone! He actually got it!”

n“Kill him! Take it back!”

nHawthorne smiled malevolently, raising the knight’s longsword in his hand, and took the initiative to charge into the crowd of the Dark Church.

nGrey evil battle-qi was wantonly unleashed, and its strength was extraordinary. In just a few seconds, two type 7 auras had died under his sword.

n“Did you see that?”

nHawthorne turned to look at the trial-takers of the two empires, and laughed arrogantly, “Give me time, I can lead you to win this trial!”

nEveryone’s eyes widened, and someone cried out in alarm.

n“Careful!”

nA black shadow crashed into Hawthorne’s back. Before he could react, his entire body flew to the side like a ragdoll.

nAfter crashing into a few thick trees, he could not get up for a long time.

n“So, it was you who stole the jawbone,” said Owen with a cold smile as he sat on the back of the undead wolf and looked at Hawthorne coldly

nGriffin, who sensed the presence of the jawbone, immediately broke away from the entanglement with Louis and rushed toward Hawthorne.

nOwen jumped off the back of the undead wolf and gently picked up the jawbone that had been shot down from the ground. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

n“Now, Lord Fenrir is complete!”

nErnesto Xiu placed the jawbone near the jawbone of the undead wolf Fenrir and pressed it down.

nA dark aura that was several times more terrifying than before suddenly burst out.

nLouis, who had light wings on his back and looked like a god, also trembled slightly. He said in a low voice, “Retreat!”

nDon Quixote and the others were also frightened and quickly retreated.

n“What are you running for? None of you can escape!”

nFenrir raised his head and howled at the sky. The sky was forcefully darkened by the dense dark aura.

nFenrir ran in the void, leaving footprints burned by black flames. His level nine aura continued to rise.

nBreakthrough, Saint-level!

nBlack flesh and blood slowly grew out of the skeleton of the undead wolf. The red light in its eye sockets grew stronger and stronger as if it was about to be resurrected from hell.

nThe most annoying aura of light.

nFenrir’s eyes flashed with red light, and he quickly rushed towards the direction of the Church of Light.

nLouis subconsciously raised his saint-level and slashed down.

nBang!

nLouis spat out golden-red blood. The chest of his beautiful silver armor sank deeply, and he flew backwards.

nThe priests of the Church of Light also coughed out a mouthful of blood, but they gritted their teeth and chanted even faster.

nLouis got up from the ground, and a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He said coldly, “Sacrifice a pure virgin.”

nThe priests chanted loudly, “Receive the power of the Angel of Heaven!”

nA priest died without making a sound. His entire person instantly aged, like a withered flower.

nThe holy aura on Louis’ body instantly soared.

nThe wings of light on his back also extended, becoming several times longer.

nHe gradually floated up and floated in the air. His eyes had completely turned pure gold as he stared coldly at Fenrir.

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