After reaching a consensus, the token floating in the air suddenly shone brightly.

Then, in this endless light, a huge channel suddenly appeared and appeared in front of them.

"According to queue, enter in sequence."

Just as Allen and the others were watching this huge scene, the individual tactical contact device in their arms suddenly heard Caesar's voice.

"yes."

After giving a simple reply quickly, Allen and the others calmed down, lined up and walked in sequence.

Allen and the others are in the middle of the team, so when they are about to enter, they can clearly see that the team behind the Empire is the team of the Holy See.

The leader of Allen is very familiar with Buck Posey, the archbishop of the Church of the God of Exploration and Progress in the Vatican, and the great figure who is only under the Pope.

However, Allen's attention was not focused on the other person, but on the seemingly delicate girl beside him.

Virrit Adams, a contemporary genius of the Holy See, the first candidate for the Holy See of the God of Axiom and Justice, is a tomboy who looks pure and delicate but is fierce when fighting.

Alan didn't feel tempted by the other party, so his attention was directly diverted.

But Allen clearly felt that Virlitt's strength growth seemed a bit unreasonable.

When he was in Dilno City, although the opponent's strength was good, it was just like that to Allen and did not bring a sense of threat.

But now, when Allen saw the other person, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis originating from the darkness.

Although this crisis is shallow, it really exists.

This is an incredible thing, even if it is just a little light, but it has already explained the problem in terms of Alan's strength.

Allen guessed that at this time, Virlit should have entered the middle level of silver. If you wear that pure white [Sacred War Armor], then basically, it is not impossible for your combat power to climb to the peak of the silver level.

It’s not that such combat power has caused much trouble to Allen, but Allen thinks that from the initial level of silver to the intermediate level, Virlit has gone a little too fast.

It seems to be a little urgent.

However, after thinking about it, Allen still decided on this idea.

After all, although the game was quite big and made a big splash, it was not worth the effort of the Holy See.

Moreover, it is too stupid to let a genius who is almost firmly in the top five in the Holy See to destroy his future for temporary strength or something. Allen really doesn't think that the archbishops in the Holy See are so short-sighted.

Since I can't figure it out, I won't think about it for the time being. Anyway, I will fight in the future. Just by looking at things that I can't figure out, some traces will naturally be exposed during the fight.

After a deep look at Virlit, Allen also turned around and entered the passage built like a magnificent light.

A moment of dizziness has changed the world.

Exhale...inhale...inhale...inhale...inhale...

For a moment, it seemed that my ears were filled with long breathing sounds, without a single voice of speaking.

Alan was still confused, but suddenly rushed to a slight dizziness, and a kind of disgust that originated from the deepest part of his heart.

This feeling is not strong, but it is like a car sickness when I was a child when I was riding a bus, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

Unable to help, Alan also adjusted his breathing with the sound beside him, eased the discomfort caused by the sudden change of dizziness.

While adjusting the rhythm of breathing and changing the circulation of qi and blood, Allen was calm and meditating on the lake of heart that looked like a long sword like a crescent moon.

The sword light was cold and cold, but it was like a mirror hanging high, quickly soothing the accumulated energy in my heart.

Then, the moon sets in the sky, the star falls to the ground, and the sky sword cuts away the troubles in my heart like the moon sets.

After this process, the discomfort caused by long-distance teleportation completely disappeared.

I opened my eyes and looked around, but found that there were still many people around me still looking a little ugly, as if I had not recovered from a long illness.

There is no way. Although it sounds a bit long, it is actually just a breathing time. Allen can quickly adjust his state, but others may not.

From the length of this reply, you can roughly see the level of personal strength.

Excluding those Black Iron Levels who come to watch the show and see the world, the peak of silver basically requires two or three breaths. The high-level silver level basically has five breaths, about eight intermediate level, and basically ten initial level.

This number looks inconspicuous and seems to be extremely short, but for the silver level, it is already quite short.

After all, as long as you truly achieve the silver level, the most basic sense of time has reached the millisecond level.

If the profession is special, or has been specially trained, or has any related expertise to bless you, the feeling of time can be improved even more.

It is difficult to reach subtlety all at once, but one tenth of a millisecond, or a few tenths of a millisecond, is possible.

Therefore, the short-term kung fu in the eyes of ordinary people is really long for the silver-level strongman.

Looking at the people around him looking ugly and in poor condition, Alan couldn't help but have a strange thought in his heart.

[If someone ambushed them here at this time, will it cause annihilation?]

After thinking about it, Allen left this question behind.

A series of activities jointly held by top forces standing at the top of the mainland, such as the Dawn Empire, the Elf Court, the Dwarf Empire, the Vatican, the Ring of Truth, the Sky Tower, etc., were set up in a slaughter. Almost no one could afford such good consequences.

Of course, such assumptions do not make much sense.

Pulling Reynard, Delia, Kelly and others away from the teleportation channel, Alan and the others adjusted their own situation while looking at the candidates of other forces following them.

From the difference in reply time obtained by a glimpse of the previous shock, Allen and the others knew that this was an excellent opportunity to observe strength.

Although it is not necessarily accurate, it has some truth.

The Holy See, 56 people, Dragon Clan, All, Dwarf Empire, 23 people, and 32 people in the Elf Royal Court…

Alan watched, silently chanting the data in his mind.

The data conclusions he has drawn are basically players who can react within three breaths.

In other words, a guy who basically has the peak strength of silver.

As for the others, Allen did not keep much attention. After all, those below this level were basically impossible to pose a threat to him.

Although Virlitt can bring a sense of crisis to Allen, this sense of crisis is just a theoretical inference and a sense of conclusion. If you really want to fight, it is actually an almost impossible kind.

While observing the seed players among other forces and the strong man standing at the top of the silver rank, Allen was surprised.

After all, in terms of the strength currently shown by each company, the Dawn Empire seems to be somewhat incomparable!

After all, there are only fifty or sixty people coming in total, and even the number of players at the peak of the Silver Level of the Holy See may not be comparable.

Such a reality is really embarrassing!

Although it is a good habit to be cautious and keep a trump card, you have to go when it’s time to go, so you won’t lose face!

Alan thought, glanced at Caesar's direction, his mind full of confusion.

In this way, Allen saw the end and felt a lot heavier in his heart.

Although I only have a rough understanding of the quality, based on Alan’s current knowledge, it is a bit difficult for the Dawn Empire to obtain a good term this time.

Even if such strength is still irresistible to the forces below this level, it can basically be considered as barely powerful at the top of Darvia.

Moreover, the configuration of the dragon clan is really cowhide.

Among the people who came, there was basically no existence below the peak of silver.

Although this is a golden race of the Dragon Clan and has a very high natural life rank, it is enough to show something.

"This game looks a bit difficult to play!"

After seeing the quality of other participating groups, Allen couldn't help but sigh at Renard.

"You are fine, at least you are already standing at the top naturally in the Silver Level. Although you have many opponents, you are always better than me."

"And every game is a huge challenge."

Renard's tone was also a little melancholy, and he looked up helplessly at the sky, as if he had doubts about the meaning of his existence.

If he doesn't come out, he will not know that the world is wide. Although he knew that the demon tide was restarted and that all races returned, it was not until now that he saw the strength shown by the other party that he truly felt what strength was.

It can be said that there is no problem in saying that the initial stage of silver is just a formality.

It looks very weak, right, but in fact, even in the current Darvia continent, even the silver level is an extraordinary person of the early level, it can be regarded as a strong person on one side, and it is enough to be won over by the empire and awarded medals.

So it’s not that the silver is weak at the beginning, but that the level of this game is naturally too high.

However, although he said so and his tone seemed to be lost, Renard's eyes were not at all depressed, but only had the fighting spirit as strong as flames.

Renard touched the ring on his right index finger, and a little firmness appeared in his eyes.

"Come on, it's impossible to travel in one round after so much effort."

Allen glanced at Renard and said casually.

Even though he did not see the burning fighting spirit in Renard's eyes, he knew that the other party could not give up easily.

So he understood that the other party actually didn't need comfort.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a buzzing sound like a forest wave from the top of the mountain sounded, and the passage that sent them here also reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The brilliant light collapsed in an instant, like starlight, dissipating between heaven and earth.

In the end, only that token was left, floating in the air and slowly spinning.

Bang!

Just as Allen and the others thought that all this was over, the token in the air instantly collapsed, splashing around like a powerful crossbow.

Flying to the original owner!

Alan looked at this scene without being as surprised as he was at first, and even had the time to look around.

However, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and he suddenly thought of a question.

"Why don't we teleport directly on the Darvia continent and run into the universe?"

Renard seemed to be thinking about the principle of the teleportation magic tool connecting the two places, and did not answer immediately.

Kelly answered Allen's doubts in time, "[Sacred Seal]."

Although it is just four simple words, for Allen, it is like guiding light.

It was like a thunderous thunder, leaving shining marks in the sky, and naturally splitting the fog in Alan's heart.

Allen knew that the [Sacred Seal] had not been completely unsealed, so he knew very well that the Dalvia continent was still protected.

However, because in the past, there was no need to go outside the Dalvia continent or communicate with other existences, Allen subconsciously ignored this issue.

But when Kelly reminded him, Allen quickly understood.

[Sacred Seal] still exists, which means that it is extremely difficult to directly cross the barrier and barrier of [Sacred Seal] to reach this competition venue.

In this case, it is very reasonable to divide the distance into two parts, one part comes out of the [Sacred Seal], and the other part starts to teleport in the universe.

Although the process is tedious, it is at least feasible, not difficult and not expensive.

"Everyone, please lead your team to the place we planned before for resettlement."

Caesar stepped on the void, stood on a high place, and said to the leaders of the other teams.

When the shielding mask from the transmission channel dissipated and the dazzling light disappeared, Alan and the others discovered that they and others had appeared on an extremely vast plain.

Green grass spreads every inch of the land, and some low bushes dot it. The colors are old but not decadent.

The colorful flowers are either scattered or all over the mountains, showing their own vigorous vitality.

However, the most outstanding ones are the huge arenas.

Round, radius one kilometer, solid texture, and engraved with magic patterns.

It seems a bit rough, but it is precisely because of this roughness that it has a different kind of beauty.

Without looking at it, Allen followed his own people and walked in one direction.

"Reservation, what does it mean? Are we not going back during the game?"

Allen looked at the ring passing by and asked the people beside him.

"That seems to be what His Majesty Caesar means."

"But, we haven't received any relevant information yet?"
Chapter completed!