Zila-zila-

The sound of saws echoing through the room grew harsher, but the jellyfish breathed a sigh of relief that he had finished drawing the circle under his feet.

After careful identification, the circle was indeed very round, so he came to the conclusion that the jellyfish had indeed worked hard in the skill of drawing circles.

Although he didn't know what the use of this hard labor was?

But as soon as the jellyfish's circle was drawn, it quickly discovered its true purpose.

The purple-black mist that had originally seeped out of the cracks in the room stopped advancing after slowly filling the entire room!

The circle, which was obviously just drawn on the ground, could form an invisible protective cover in the air, enclosing both the Qiqi and the jellyfish.

"What if...... What happens when you get into the fog? ”

He looked at the mist that filled the room with some curiosity.

This time, the jellyfish finally had time to explain to him:

"It depends on what is the strongest desire buried deep in your heart......"

At this point, the jellyfish looked up and down again, and then took a half-step back without a trace, and pressed her back almost to the edge of the circle.

"Slime~!"

The people thought that the slime was echoing the jellyfish, but they didn't expect this black ball to jump straight off his shoulder, jump out of the circle in one fell swoop, and then jump and lick the purple-black mist.

This thing...... Does it seem like a marshmallow to it?

The entry "Eating" on the top of the slime's head made the man think deeply.

He didn't care about the jellyfish's disdainful movements, but suddenly remembered the information about the "holy relics" that the snake man had said earlier - most magical items had strange side effects.

So what are the side effects of that chalk just now?

After thinking of this, Qi Ren suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he immediately asked the jellyfish:

"What are the side effects of that chalk?"

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While the shrill notes of zila-zila-la-zi were circling, Samba and Seamus were still in the ring room before.

The two of them were obviously not very lucky, they waited for a long time and did not see any candidates appear, several seriously injured orcs lay in a coma to repair themselves, Samba just waited quietly, which made Seamus almost fall asleep with boredom.

But the violinist's sudden voice finally lifted him up.

"Sacred ashes? Where did I hear about this? ”

Seamus's voice was metallic at this point, as if the gears of the old years lacked lubrication.

"Don't touch it!"

Samba didn't even have time to make up for Young Master Seamu's honorifics this time, because Young Master "Straw Bag" actually took the initiative to touch those things when he saw the purple-black mist seeping out of the room.

"What's wrong?"

Seamus scrubbed his hands, he felt like he was touching something, but when he looked closely, he saw nothing.

"It seems that this little young master is now the last person among us to worry about."

The snake man said as he burrowed into the snakeskin he had shed.

What did he say? And what is he doing? ”

Seamus froze when he heard the snake man's voice, and his tone seemed to slow down a little at the moment, sounding like he was about to fall asleep.

Samba, however, understood what the snake man meant.

That's all the effect of [Rusty], this magical forbidden item has doubled the side effects it needs to bear under the bonus of purple-black smoke.

Metal is an inert existence, and metal life absorbs its essence, and then under the influence of the so-called sacred ashes, it finally magnifies the laziness in Seamus's heart.

This is indeed the least thing to worry about, because this desire is not destructive, like a gentle and harmless dead house.

If there were dead houses everywhere, the world would be at peace!

"It's nothing, Master Seamus, he's just digging a hole in the ground and burying himself."

Samba shrugged his shoulders and said no more.

"Bury ~~up~~~......"

Seamus's tone grew slower and slower, and at last he actually fell asleep standing while talking.

The snake man also managed to shrink his body next to his fainting companion, burying himself directly in it with the skin he had shed and the dirt he had gotten out of nowhere.

For a while, only Samba was left in the huge room.

"Desire? It's also a good trial......"

Samba smiled excitedly as he looked at the purple-black mist that was getting closer and closer to him.

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"Oh - what the hell! I've never heard of Trials of the Brave and this kind of meow! Which bastard came up with the Trial Meow? That bastard must be the murderer of the clogged septic tank Meow......"

On the ninth day, there was not a trace of purple-black mist, but the constant sound of zila-zi-la-la-sound in the air made the cat-people with keen hearing feel very anxious.

His mouth couldn't stop like a twisted faucet at the moment, and even the "doll" girl cast a shocked look after hearing the cat man chatter for several minutes without repeating it.

"Aren't you worried?"

In the face of the approaching fog, the girl's face remained unchanged, which made the ninth day ask in some surprise.

"Dolls, don't be afraid."

The girl's expressionless answer couldn't help but make the cat man's face collapse.

But the girl's cold voice calmed the ninth day for a moment, and reminded him of what the priestess had prepared for him when he went out.

"Alright meow then! I'm also a full-fledged Templar meow......"

As he spoke, the cat man pulled out a black scarf from his pocket and wrapped it around his nose.

If you see it at this moment, you will definitely want to spit out this cat version of Zorro's style, it's really ...... It's so cute......

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The violinist's gaze wandered back and forth between the images of the various rooms, and at a cursory glance, there were at least a hundred rooms on it, and there were less than ten rooms at the moment, which seemed to be relatively small.

And the rest of the room was not only purple-black mist, but even had a trace of blood.

It was clear that not all candidates were able to control their desires, and the chaos in the various rooms was unbearable.

But the violinist watched with relish, and he was now a legendary bard, directing a saga with hundreds of supporting actors.

He lowered his hands and whispered to himself as he inspected the so-called "supporting actors":

"It's a stupid and indulgent minions, and the tricks and supporting characters appear one by one, so ...... Who will be the hero of this epic? ”

No one could answer the violinist, but he seemed to have an answer in his heart, so he raised his hands in a rare way.

And the hundreds of rooms in front of him began to change violently again with his wave of his hand.

Facing these rooms, which were already filled with purple-black mist, the violinist spoke again:

"Ahh......h

Speaking of which, the violinist's tone began to become cheerful—

“…… That is, you may have more than eight candidates who will be able to pass the test, because from now on, any candidate who obtains the Fallen number will be able to pass the test directly! ”