A week later, a large number of trial students who went out to perform the assessment tasks returned to the station in the ring canyon. Everyone's mental state was very different, either excited, depressed, or numb, as if they were silently telling an ulterior motive.

When everyone followed the assembly instructions to line up and counted the number of people in the schoolyard, it turned out that there were only twenty-eight left in the sixty trial students. Each trial group had different degrees of loss of staff. The most serious of them was the fourth group, which was not present, and the eighth group with only one person left. This shows the danger of this trial.

No one asked about where the missing person was going. Perhaps they had an answer in their hearts, a sad and painful answer.

"I believe that the experience of this trial will inevitably be unforgettable for you for life. Some may have lost themselves, some began to doubt life, and some were sinking into endless sorrow..."

The mysterious voice full of majesty echoed again.

"However, I will not care about any of your thoughts and feelings. From the way you embark on the Knights of the Celestial Gods, nothing can prevent you from following this path. If your will surrender and your faith is shaken, what qualifications do you have to be a glorious Knights of the Celestial Gods?"

"Ten days later, the Church of Vallad, prepare to welcome your final assessment."

In the canyon, the sound of the lingering sound was lingering, leaving behind a group of silent trial students.

"Within ten days, entry and exit of the resident will be prohibited, and free movement within the resident will be allowed. Except for this group, whispering with the outside group is prohibited. If there is any violation, the qualification for trial will be cancelled."

After announcing the simple ban, the resident instructor immediately disbanded the team.

According to the assigned group camp, everyone returned one by one, but no one spoke during the period, and the atmosphere was terrible.

Regardless of whether they are willing or not, the members of Xia Lan's group were finally reunited. In the simple camp built by a large tent, everyone was like strangers they had never known each other, or had their own thoughts, and no one took the initiative to talk to each other.

Leaning on the hard wooden bed, Xia Lan was quietly looking through the books borrowed from the Cologne Library in her hand to spend time. Although the borrowing price is quite expensive, it is quite unfriendly to the civilian class, at least to a certain extent breaking the knowledge monopoly. If civilians want to gain more knowledge, they can always see hope.

He had been confusing the attitude of the Holy Church towards this trial assessment. They worked hard to complete the task arranged by the trial. The Holy Church ignored the process and results of the trial. All those who appeared in the resident school were passed by by default. Did they already know it? Or was it a smoke bomb that had no intention? Furthermore, it is strictly forbidden to go out of the resident for ten days and not communicate with the outside group?

Since he couldn't figure it out, he was too lazy to delve into the meaning.

His calmness does not mean that everyone is calm. For example, Corrett, sometimes he can clearly see from his expression and behavior that he really wants to speak out, but he swallows it back every time he says. I don’t know if the wine is related, but he can feel that Willy’s attitude has changed significantly, and he is so cold that he is almost unfamiliar. Every time he sees Corrett, he feels extremely embarrassed and ashamed, not to mention Relf, ​​who threatens him with stains. Both of them are extremely restrained when they don’t take action.

The only remaining Xia Lan looks like she can speak. The problem is that Corrett dares and does not want to communicate with him.

It is a torment in some people's eyes, but some people's eyes pass by.

With the arrival of the final assessment day, the trial students were almost excited and nervous, because it was related to the future destiny of each of them.

Following the instructors and arriving at the Valla Cathedral in Cologne, everyone was guessing the final mysterious assessment content.

Accepting the guidance of the priests and the blessings of the bishop, twenty-eight trial students all appeared in front of a solemn building to wait for orders.

"Next, click on the names and walk into the Saints' Academy to receive the baptism of the illusion of faith. Only those who ignite the seeds of glory through faith recognition are qualified to become successful people."

The instructor in charge explained it in a concise manner, and then took out the assessment list and started to name it.

"First, Fernande! The next one, Wotu is ready."

As soon as the words came to an end, a tall and thin boy walked out of the team of trial students. Under the attention of everyone, he stepped forward with a firm face.

In about half a quarter of an hour, the tall and thin boy staggered out, his eyes empty and his face turned gray, and he did not see the previous high spirits.

"Fernande! Eliminate, next Votu, Bebeto is ready."

The instructor who named him just glanced at him and then began to announce without expression.

"No, I didn't fail. I must have made something wrong. I want to be baptized again!"

The tall and thin boy who had just walked out of the yard kept muttering to himself, as if he could not withstand the blow of elimination. Suddenly, he turned around and ran wildly towards the yard gate. Unfortunately, he didn't even reach the yard gate steps, and an instructor stopped him in front of him in a elusive way.

"Trial No. 1, please do not interfere with the assessment order, otherwise don't blame me for clearing you out of the field."

The instructor who blocked the road was very indifferent.

"I..." The tall and thin boy seemed to have recovered a little rationality. He looked at the instructor in front of him, and finally fear gained the upper hand and retreated in embarrassment.

Most trial students more or less understand the madness of tall and thin teenagers. After all, the assessment results are related to their future destiny, and no one can bear the pain of failure. If they were themselves, could they still remain calm and sober after being eliminated?

Trial students come in one by one, and trial students come out one by one. The courtyard of Saints in front of you is like a black hole intertwined with hope and despair, constantly devouring everyone's soul. Some fail, some succeed, and some laugh and some sad.

When it was Xia Lan's turn, he did not care too much about the assessment results. Instead, he was quite curious about the so-called illusion baptism in the Saint's Court. Although he had heard many legends about the Saint's Court in his vague memories of his previous life, rumors and his own experience were completely different.

"Next! Green! Willie is ready."

With the instructor's name, Xia Lan stepped into the Saint's Court without looking back.

Walking in the corridor of the courtyard with a dim candlelight, the light sacred temple can be seen on both sides. Each stone statue has no expression on its face, neither solemn nor sacred, but gives people a gloomy and terrifying feeling. As he goes further and further, the corridor seems to have no end, no matter how long he has walked, he cannot see the end. After roughly estimating the time, he has walked for at least half a quarter of an hour. Just in terms of the scale of the building of the Saint Courtyard, it is impossible for him to walk for so long and never get to the end. This only shows that he has unknowingly fallen into the illusion of the Saint Courtyard.

"interesting."

After a brief evaluation, Xia Lan simply stopped walking, but stopped in place and observed the situation around her calmly.

Unexpectedly, the illusion scene in front of him suddenly changed and he did not give him any chance to observe.

here it is--

In his ears, he heard the familiar cry and looked up and saw an unforgettable scene.

Madam Lisa cried in pain under the Osasu barbarians, discarding Rona who was motionless on the horse's back.

And he fell into a pool of blood, and a short spear penetrated his chest.

He only felt cold all over his body, and a strong murderous intent filled his brain. He forgot his reason and everything, and there was only one thought in his heart.

kill!

He struggled to get up, pulled out the short spear in his chest and roared heart-wrenchingly at the barbarians who deserved death in front of him, without realizing the pain in his body, and rushed towards the barbarians with the blood-stained short spear.

The barbarian riding on Madam Lisa stood up. He kicked his belt with his pants, took the heavy mace at his hand, and smiled cruelly at Xia Lan who was rushing towards him with murderous intent. Then, he waved his rod. Before the short spear in Xia Lan's hand pierced into the other party's body, the mace had already hit Xia Lan's head hard, bursting into a piece of brain plasma blood.

This time, the system did not appear.

He is dead.

In the dark, he saw Madame Lisa's distorted corpse on the wasteland. Next to her body was her own body with her head broken into a pool. Rona was taken away by the barbarians and taken to the distant grassland. From then on, she was ravaged and sold, and ended up with a tragic death.

Next second.

He appeared in a beautiful manor, and he fell to the ground, looking at the woman he once loved the most with a sad and angry face.

"Why?"

"Because, the person I like is not you at all, everything is just to use you."

She leaned against a handsome man, and her delicate and charming face outlined a sarcastic smile.

"I want to kill you! I must kill you!"

He was roaring, but his eyelids became heavier and his consciousness became blurred. His body was not at all under his command.

"Poor guy, let me give you a ride."

The man beside the woman showed the winner's smile, pulled out the long sword from her waist and stabbed it hard into Xia Lan's heart.

This time, the system did not appear.

He is dead.

again.

Winnie died in his arms.

The system still did not appear, and the dead person was no longer Joshua, but him.

After many twists and turns, the illusion uncovered the scars buried in his heart that had been buried in his past.

Return to reality.

Xia Lan slowly opened her eyes, and sweat wet his clothes at some point. She looked at the stone statues of the saints around her and stinged her heart like an ice cellar.

"It's really amazing! Is this the power of illusion baptism?"

Xia Lan murmured to herself with a pale face holding the wall.

"If you want to destroy a man, you must first make him crazy. Only those who have faith as solid as a rock can transform and rebirth."

He slowly stretched out his hand, but saw a faint golden glow covering his palm.

"Is this the seed of glory?"

Feeling the surging power that was emerging inexplicably in the body, the system deep in the eyes flashed a series of prompts.

System: Warning! The host is trapped in an unknown illusion and detects power interference from unknown space.

System: Warning! The host is irresistible erosion of energy and changes in the body's composition characteristics.

System: Warning! The host is subject to irreversible energy fusion, and the data is being regenerated...

(Host) Name: Drank Xialan

Career Level: Knight of the Celestial Palace/Sword Saint (30)

Life: 500/500

Talent: The ultimate meaning of the sword

ability:
Chapter completed!