Qin Ming got up from the bed and was in the Allen Hotel. Today is the first day after the ceremony, and it will be very lively, but the hotel is a little deserted.

Qin Ming opened the window, and from here he could see the crowd on the street pouring towards the gate of the palace like a tide.

After getting dressed, he left the bed and looked at Lan with half-squinted eyes and smiled: "Why are you here, I thought it would be a while for us to see each other." ”

"And how long do you think it will take?" Lan asked rhetorically.

"Now. ”

"His Holiness the Pope attended the occasion of Emperor Roland's two hundredth birthday, and this time he brought me with me. Lan blinked.

"Your Excellency the Pope, aren't you brainwashed?" Qin Ming had a strange expression on his face.

He has always distanced himself from such things as religion, but it is another matter if he can be sure that the so-called gods are real. However, in this world, even if a god exists, it has already been frozen, and Qin Ming will not believe in something that has been frozen.

Lan shook his head: "I didn't join the Holy See, but the Pope wanted to accept me as an apprentice, but I refused, and it was because of someone." ”

Qin Ming squinted his eyes, speaking of the Pope, it was not that he didn't know what the characters around the place where he sat yesterday were all there, so he naturally knew who the Pope was.

Even if he lost most of his strength, his vision was still there, and the Pope's strength seemed to be different from that of several other Holy Demon Masters.

Qin Ming licked his tongue: "You don't have to go to the Pope's side today, do you?"

Lan straightened up and shook his head: "Don't you want me to go?"

"No, stay with her today, it's safer. Of course, it's fine for you to stay here, but that's all I have to do today. ”

After hearing this, she put on her clothes, looked at him seriously and said, "Don't treat me as a burden. ”

This big competition is different from the previous big competition, which was divided into two kinds in the past, namely literature and martial arts.

Wu naturally doesn't need to say much, it is divided into individual competitions and group competitions, and Wen is to come up with his own research results. Of course, this does not mean that Wen is the world of magicians.

In addition to magic, if you expand something like fighting skills, it's the same to come up with your own research results.

In the same way, in a fight, it is also possible for a mage to encounter a knight to ensure that both parties are involved.

It is convenient to say that this policy is the Academy of Magic and the Academy of Knights. Because unlike the other two academies, there are both magic and fighting skills.

And this time, as entertainment, a lot of recreational activities have been added, such as competitive competitions such as swimming and running, such as the Olympics on Earth, they are also quite good at playing.

This time, in addition to the students of the Fourth Academy, there are also students from other countries. They all gave up the presentation of the results of the experiment, and almost all of the Spartans signed up for the combat competitions, while the Thetheans signed up for the competitive ones.

As a person from his own country, he will naturally report all three aspects, but although he is on his home turf, people from the other two countries may not be merciful.

Solo battles, a total of 256 people solo duels, must win eight battles to get the championship.

When Qin Ming arrived at the entrance of the palace, only this gate was built comparable to the gate outside the imperial capital. If the palace must be made into a circle, then the people in the imperial capital can be divided into two kinds, inside the circle and outside the circle.

Inside the circle, hundreds of students stood in order, and outside the circle, Caesar's soldiers patrolled the streets in an orderly manner.

The Emperor stood on top of the palace, surrounded by a number of court mages and knights of the personal guard who were in charge of his safety.

However, he is also an eighth-level mage himself, and although this mage's moisture is a bit serious, it is indeed up to par in all aspects.

Coupled with the financial support of the palace, relying on various magic props, the strength is really not much worse.

Goode cast a spell, or rather, a magic circle. This magic circle is all over the palace, because it is built on the basis of the palace.

In addition to Roland's space magic, various types of magic arrays are also designed, such as space magic.

It is said that the spatial magic arrays here are all arranged by the Morning Star clan, not only do they have to be reinforced every once in a while, but their family will also send people to supervise them when major events occur.

Qin Ming followed the fluctuations of the space and even found someone from the Morning Star Clan. After all, he is also a space magician, and it is not difficult to do this.

Watching the landscape in the palace continue to change, and finally a large area of space turned into a venue for their upcoming competition.

The emperor walked forward, and when he raised his hand, the wind and clouds changed, and every grass and tree in the entire imperial capital was responding to his call, as if he was the master at this moment.

"It's quite expensive, right?" Qin Ming was on the side, this kind of method was not easy to use, and the magic array was not something that could be activated casually.

A large amount of magic crystals is consumed like flowing water.

"Well, but there's more to come. Gandalf said.

There are the deans of the four major academies and the people of the two countries leading the team, but of course Turing and the Pope will not stand below and look up at the emperor to perform such a clown.

As the king of Roland, from the perspective of imperial power, he is the supreme being. Even if the Emperor is only a magic apprentice or a probationary knight.

But the Holy Order, as an existence beyond the limits of living beings. The imperial power of mortals, to them, is just a breeze on their faces, passing by with a smile.

For example, the Pope, no matter how good-tempered he is, cannot look like this from below.

So Gandalf and he were high in the sky, watching it all without care. And on the side, he sensed Turing and the Pope, among others.

And at the same time as the situation was changing, a breath from the direction of Turing was released unabashedly, colliding with the momentum of GoodRoland, who dissolved in heaven and earth.

A huge wind pressure fell from the sky, and those soldiers and academies with slightly lower strength knelt down directly after being subjected to this sudden pressure.

Maybe this scene is indeed quite spectacular at the moment, but what the emperor wants is not this effect, and just the momentum, he learned about the people, holy ranks, knights, and paladins.

A black light slashed out from the sky, from one end to the other. From afar, it is impossible to tell which one the horizon is. In the black light, a black-eyed and black-haired man stepped out of it. Like the darkness of this world.

He had two knives pinned to his waist, one long and one short, one black and one white. It was as short as a person's forearm, and the snow-bright blade exuded a chill.

It was nearly six feet long, and the black sword was covered with red patterns, and at a glance, in addition to the power of the paladin comparable to heaven and earth, there was also fear like blood flowing from magma.

"Who's coming?" Goode showed his kingly demeanor at this moment. Even if he is not timid in the face of the Holy Order, this confidence really does not come from him.

The person on the other side did not answer his words, pulled out the short knife at his waist, and fell again. A white light fell like a crescent moon and rushed towards the palace.

The people below really felt a deadly crisis. The moment the sword fell, he saw the moment he fell as a joint ant, until a sword flew out of the palace and collided with the crescent moon.

An old man with a sword in his arms stepped into the air, gray clothes and gray robes, gray hair and gray beard, and even his pupils were gray, like countless dust falling. And when he appeared, even the dust suspended in the air seemed to become a sharp sword, hanging on everyone's neck.

"Another paladin, have you always walked all over the street like this?" Qin Mingfei asked from high in the air.

(End of chapter)

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