A week later, a large number of trial students who had gone out to perform the assessment mission returned to the station in the ring canyon, and each of them was in a very different state of mind, either excited, depressed, or numb, as if they were telling an unspeakable story. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When everyone followed the assembly instructions and lined up in the school yard to count the number of people, there were now only twenty-eight of the original sixty trial students, and each trial team had different degrees of attrition, the most serious of which was the fourth group where none of them were present, and the eighth group with only one person left, which shows the danger of this trial.

No one asked where the missing people were, and perhaps they all had the answer in their hearts, a sad one.

"For those of you who can stand here today, I believe that the experience of this trial will surely be unforgettable for you, some people may lose themselves, some people begin to doubt life, and some people sink into endless sorrow......

The mysterious voice full of majesty echoed again.

"However, I don't care what you think or feel, from the moment you embark on the path of the Templars, nothing can hinder you from following the path, and if your will is subservient and your faith is shaken, what qualifications do you have to become an honorable Templar?"

"Ten days later, Church of Balia, get ready for your final test."

In the canyon, the aftermath lingered, leaving a group of silent trial students.

"Within ten days, it is forbidden to enter and leave the station, and free movement in the station is allowed, except for the personnel of the group, it is forbidden to communicate with the other group, and if there is a violation, the qualification for the trial will be cancelled."

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

According to the group camp assigned, everyone returned one by one, during which no one spoke, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly depressing.

Whether they wanted it or not, the members of Xia Lan's group finally got together again, and in the humble camp set up in a wide tent, everyone was like strangers who had never known each other, or they had their own interests, 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 kill time, although the borrowing price was quite expensive, it was quite unfriendly to the common class, at least to a certain extent, breaking the monopoly of knowledge, and if the common people wanted to get more knowledge, there was always hope.

He had been confusing the Templar's attitude towards this trial assessment just now, they had worked desperately to complete the task arranged by the trial, and the Templar had turned a blind eye to the process and results of the trial, and all those who appeared in the resident school had passed by default, could it be that they already knew it? Or is it a smoke bomb with something else in mind? Furthermore, what is the purpose of the 10-day ban on going out of the station and not being allowed to communicate with other groups?

Since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't bother to delve into its meaning.

Just because he's calm doesn't mean everyone is calm, for example, Corret, sometimes it can be seen from his expression and demeanor that he wants to open his mouth very much, but every time the words come to his mouth, he swallows them back. I don't know if it's because of the wine, he can feel that Willy's attitude has obviously changed, so indifferent that he almost can't enter, every time he sees the other party, Corlett will feel extremely embarrassed and ashamed, not to mention Ralph, who threatens him with a stain, and the two of them are already extremely restrained if they don't make a move.

The only thing left was that Xia Lan seemed to be able to speak, but the problem was that Corrett didn't dare or want to communicate with him.

Ten days is not a long time, but it is not a short time, in the eyes of some people, it is torment, and in the eyes of others, it is a white horse.

When the final assessment day came, the trial students were almost all excited and nervous, because it was about the future fate of each of them.

Following the instructors to the Balia Church in Cologne, everyone is speculating about the final mysterious assessment.

Under the guidance of the priest and the blessing of the bishop, twenty-eight trialists appeared in front of a solemn building to receive orders.

"Next, the names of the people who are called one by one enter the House of the Sages to be baptized in the illusion of faith, and only those who have passed the recognition of faith and ignited the seeds of brilliance are qualified to become successful in the assessment."

The instructor at the head explained it succinctly, and then directly took out the assessment list and began to roll call.

"First place, Fernand! Next Wotu is ready. ”

As soon as the words fell, a tall and thin young man walked out of the trial student team, and under the attention of everyone, his face was resolute and stepped forward.

After about half an hour, the tall and thin young man staggered out, his eyes were hollow, his face was dead, and he did not see the previous high-spiritedness.

"Fernand! Elimination, the next Vottu, Bebeto ready. ”

The instructor who named him just glanced at him, and then began to announce with a blank face.

"No, I didn't fail, there must be something wrong, I'm going to be baptized again!"

The tall and thin boy who had just walked out of the courtyard gate kept muttering to himself, as if it was difficult to withstand the blow of elimination, and suddenly, he turned around and ran frantically in the direction of the courtyard gate, but unfortunately he didn't even walk to the steps of the courtyard gate, and an instructor stopped in front of him out of nowhere.

"No. 1 trial student, please don't interfere with the order of the assessment, otherwise I will be blamed for clearing you out of the field."

The instructor who blocked the road said indifferently.

"I'm ......" The tall and thin boy seemed to regain a little of his senses, he looked at the instructor in front of him, and finally fear prevailed and retreated.

Most trial students more or less understand the madness of tall and thin teenagers, after all, the results of the assessment are related to the fate of their future lives, no one can bear the pain of failure, in exchange for themselves, can they still remain calm and sober after being eliminated?

One by one, one by one, the trial students walked out, and the courtyard of the sage in front of them was like a black hole intertwined with hope and despair, constantly devouring everyone's soul, some people failed, some people succeeded, a few laughed and a few mourned.

When it was Xia Lan's turn, he didn't care too much about the assessment results, but was quite curious about the so-called illusion baptism in the Sage's Courtyard, although he had heard a lot of legends about the Sage's Courtyard in his vague memories of his previous life, but the rumors were completely different from his own experience.

"Next! Green! Willie prepares. ”

With the instructor's roll call, Xia Lan stepped into the courtyard of the Sage without looking back.

Walking in the long corridor of the courtyard dimly lit by candlelight, the stone statues of the saints from ancient times to the present can be dimly seen on both sides, each stone statue is expressionless, neither solemn nor sacred, but gives people an eerie feeling, as he walks farther and farther, the corridor seems to have no end, no matter how long he walks, he can't see the end. After roughly estimating the time, he walked for at least half an hour, and in terms of the scale of the building of the Sage's Courtyard alone, it was impossible for him to walk for so long without reaching the end, so it could only show that he had unknowingly fallen into the illusion of the Sage's Courtyard.

"Interesting."

After a brief evaluation, Xia Lan simply stopped walking, but stopped where she was and calmly observed the situation around her.

Who would have expected that the illusionary scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he was not given any chance to observe at all.

Here it is-

In his ears, he heard the familiar cry, and when he looked up, he saw a scene that he will never forget.

Lady Lisa cried out in pain under the Osassu barbarians, discarding Rona, who was motionless on horseback.

And he lay in a pool of blood, a short spear piercing his chest.

He only felt cold all over his body, a strong killing intent filled his brain, forgetting his reason, forgetting 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-rending at the barbarians in front of him, unaware of the pain in his body, and rushed madly towards the barbarians with the blood-stained short spear.

The barbarian riding on Lady Lisa stood up, he kicked the belt of his trousers, took the heavy mace in his hand, and smiled cruelly at Xia Lan, who was rushing towards him, and then, with a swing of the stick, before the short spear in Xia Lan's hand pierced into the other party's body, the mace had smashed into Xia Lan's head, directly bursting into a field of cerebral blood.

This time, the system did not appear.

He's dead.

In the dark, he saw the **** twisted corpse abandoned by Lady Lisa on the wasteland, next to her corpse was her own broken head, and Rona was taken away by the barbarians and taken to the distant grasslands, where she was ravaged and sold until a tragic death.

The next second.

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

"Why?"

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

She leaned against a handsome man, and said to him with a sneering smile on her delicate and delicate face.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you! ”

He was roaring, but his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, his consciousness was getting more and more blurred, and his body was not at all under his command.

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

The man beside the woman showed a victorious smile, pulled out the long sword at his waist and stabbed it into Xia Lan's heart.

This time, the system did not appear.

He's dead.

Again.

Winnie died in his arms.

The system still didn't exist, and the dead man was no longer Joshua, but him.

Thousands of turns, the illusion unveiled the scars buried in his heart from the past.

Back to reality.

Xia Lan slowly opened his eyes, sweat soaked through his clothes at some point, and the gaze of the stone statues of the sages around him pierced his heart like an ice cellar.

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

Xia Lan leaned against the wall with a pale face and muttered to herself.

"To perish a man, he must first make him mad, and only those whose faith is firm as a rock can be transformed and reborn."

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

"Is this the Seed of Radiance?"

Feeling the surging power of the body inexplicably, the system in the depths of his eyes brushed out one prompt after another.

System: Warning! The host is trapped in an unknown illusion and detects the interference of forces in an unknown space.

System: Warning! The host is irresistibly eroded by energy, and its body composition is altered.

System: Warning! The host is irreversibly fused with energy, and the data is being regenerated......

Name: Frank Charan

Class Rank: Templar/Juggernaut (30)

Health: 500/500

Talent: Extreme Intent of the Sword

Abilities: [Templar Skill] [Faith Sacrifice] [Sword Domain] (To be continued.) )