In the last year of the Year of Magic, the entire continent of Tyrenriel was struck by the fallen Sunchaste that year, and the frenzied magical elements inside the Floating Fort erupted, splitting the entire continent into three large and small islands. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The High Elves' millennia of rule over all of Tyrenriel came to an end with the fall of the Sun-Chasing King.

Humanity stepped onto the stage of history at that time.

Known as the "Mortal Species", with their unparalleled perseverance and spirit, they eventually became true rulers.

King Kailan ascended to the supreme throne that represented supreme power at the time, but was stabbed to death by the Alliance forces more than ten years later.

After a brief reign of one king, three continents were conquered by three powerful humans. They each created their own kingdoms, ruled over their subservient people, and continued to sustain the prosperity of Tyrenriel.

So far, we have ushered in the 100th anniversary of the co-governance calendar.

There is a world away from the time when magic was rampant under the High Elves.

Aside from the remnants of the elves and the warlocks who have awakened their innate bloodlines, there are very few creatures that can naturally feel the element of magic.

And the initiator is the demon who lives in the endless abyss. These creatures that invaded Tyranriel in the Elder Elven Era devoured almost all the spellcasters of the various races in the "Blood Moon War", and were eventually defeated back to the second plane by the Alliance of Races.

However, the demon's thirst for magic is far greater than one might think. In order to trace the source of their magic, they even travel through the planes alone, and devour their magic along with its containers.

While struggling with an endless infestation of demons, the casters eventually discovered that demons were unable to perceive the magic in their kind, which led to a way for the mages living in Tyrenriel to continue their sorcery studies.

Drink the blood of demons.

Simple and effective.

When demonic blood is infused with your blood, you can call yourself a true mage.

But not all mage apprentices survive the side effects of blood, demonic nightmares, which often cost them their lives.

So they need a companion. The mages could not help other mages as companions, so they sought out the noble knights of Makana, whose integrity, humility, and honesty earned them their trust.

But even then, a fellow knight can only enter a mage's dream once, unless the mage dies during a ritual.

With the development of the Obelisk, Makana's noble knights were far from able to meet the growing number of mage apprentices, and the increasing mortality rate also caused the Templars to complain.

So with the tacit consent of both sides, the dragon knights of Dragon City Grum and even the adventurers who were later recommended by Mao Sui also joined the trial team one after another.

The Obelisk, the Holy City of Makana, and the Dragon City Grum have set up a Council of Order to restrain qualified mages who pass the trial.

……

As the blood continued to drip down, the dark red demonic blood in the ritual cup began to tumble violently. Soon, a small dark golden cup rose from the boiling blood.

Mauria pinched the cold cup and pursed her lips vigorously - standing here meant that there was no way to turn back.

Lancet had a relaxed expression on his face, and he took the golden cup that Moria had taken a sip of, and opened his mouth to comfort the somewhat overwhelmed female apprentice.

"Trust me, I'm not going to joke with my life." After speaking, he picked up the golden cup and congratulated the Marquis of Longcheng with a playful face, and drank the bitter liquid inside.

A whirlwind of the world came over his head, and Lancet didn't have time to think about anything, and was immediately enveloped in the deadly darkness of the demonic nightmare.

……

When a mortal magical body drinks the blood of a demon, the demonic blood will instinctively devour the host due to the magic power in the opponent's body.

During the devouring process, the host's spirit enters the second plane, the spiritual realm, where only the soul can stand.

With a weak sense of the remnants of one's own blood and an insatiable thirst for a magical body, a demon will desperately cross the layers of planes and send a wisp of his soul to the host's spiritual realm.

In the end, the outcome of the trialist will depend on his own strength and the favor of the goddess Mara.

……

"Will they make it through?" Marquis Anvre tilted his head and asked the man behind him wrapped in dark cyan robes.

"It depends on what the lord means." The mage who refused to show his true face bowed slightly, and his words revealed a faint flattery, "But I specifically mentioned that half-elf to your lord last night, so I also ask Lord Marquis to relax." ”

"He's never going to be in your sight again."

……

Lanster had a very strange dream.

In his dreams, there was always a female voice that sounded unusually gentle but made him creepy.

"Lancet ......"

"Come back...... Lancet"

"Lancet...... Hurry up ......"

"Wake up......"

One shout after another woke him from his nightmare, and Lenster propped himself up, his entire head torn apart as if it had been sawed open with a saw.

"Are you alright?" The people around him held his back, and a slightly cool hand was already on his forehead.

The coolness spread from the palm of his hand to Ranster's head, and the pain immediately lessened a lot.

"I'm fine." Smelling the vague aroma on Moria's body, he pushed the other party's arm away with some embarrassment.

"So what are we going to do now?" The female apprentice asked.

Rance stood up and followed her line of sight, surrounded by only a gray fog that could only be seen a few meters away.

"Forward, stay alert." He frowned, and he could still feel the slightest labor pain in his head, thinking that it was a side effect of his soul entering the demonic nightmare.

The two of them walked slowly through the thick fog, listening intently to the sounds that might come from them at any moment.

The half-elf's brow furrowed as time passed.

He silently calculated the time in his mind, and in these ten minutes or so, not only did there be no enemy, but there was not even a clear path - this was very different from the nightmare he experienced after drinking the demon's blood.

You must know that at that time, when the game expansion was released, there must have been as many as half of the players who had drunk demonic blood in just ten days, if not eight or nine out of ten, and all kinds of nightmare experiences were well known to Lancet, who often browsed the forums.

But this dream, he has never seen or heard of it once.

Isn't this a demonic nightmare at all?

A trace of doubt began to appear in his mind.

……

Soon after.

"Wait...... Did you hear that? Moriah tilted her head, as if she heard something.

A sound came from afar, and Lancet drew his magic sword from his waist and set himself up for battle.

With the sound of slightly heavy footsteps, a murmur of pain came through the thick fog.

"Zombies?" Based on his own experience, Lancet knew that the trial he was going through now was only a primary mission in the game as a mage-turned-regular mission, and it stands to reason that there would not be too high-level monsters.

But it's not a game, it's a living reality, and it's never a bad thing to be cautious.

Lancet took a deep breath, his right hand flat-ended his long sword, and his left hand, which flashed with arcane brilliance, gently brushed the blade.

"Blade of Green Flame!"

A turquoise arcane flame suddenly spread out from the sword that Leinster brushed by, instantly enveloping the entire longsword.

The skill was successfully activated, and looking at the magic sword emitting a dead green light, the half-elf's heart finally became a lot more steady.

"My sword mage skills are really still there!"

Although he had successfully used his professional skills when Obelisk rescued Moria, Lancet still couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in his heart.

And what happened next made his jaw drop directly.

With the activation of his class skills, a pale green panel that he was so familiar with it suddenly appeared in front of him, that Lancet stared at the attribute panel in front of him for nearly five seconds.

"Praise Mara!" This is perhaps the most devout and heartfelt tribute of the half-elves since they crossed over to Tyrenriel.

Name, class, creed, faction, skill, and stat values are all detailed on the panel.

Although the character's class level is only the initial one, as a veteran swordsman, Lancet knows that this will be his biggest reliance on successfully passing this trial and even surviving in Tyranriel!

Hurriedly glancing at the fading attribute panel, he calmed down his excitement and prepared to concentrate on dealing with the monsters that were about to appear.

A figure stumbled out of the thick fog, and Lancet realized that the other party was not an undead creature, looking at the golden sun emblem on the chest of his blood-soaked armor, it looked like a ...... Makana's Templars?

"Oh my God......" Moria's expression of disbelief was similar, and she stepped forward and reached out to support the dying Cultist of Pero.

“…… Help me. The knight groaned feebly, the bright silver armor on his body was now mottled with blood, and there was no trace of life in his numb eyes.

"For Mara's sake, don't just stand!" The female apprentice gritted her teeth and struggled to prop up the heavy body that hung almost entirely on her body, and shouted at the frowning Ranster beside her.

The half-elf was silent, his impression of Moria's had never been a helpful fellow. He always maintained a high level of vigilance against the sudden appearance of the knight.

Maybe he's some knight from the previous trial? However, it is important to know that all of the knights were killed in the previous trials, and most of them were killed by the Templar Inquisitor.

But why is his soul still there?

"You know him?" Lancet asked calmly to the anxious female apprentice.

"Of course, Baron Morpheus, who entered the nightmare on the first day of the trial, don't you remember?"

"Of course I don't remember...... I'm a little curious, how do you remember? Lancet unhurriedly took a stance with his sword in his hand, "You must know that Miss Apprentice and I only joined the trial team on the last day. ”

The female apprentice's face was stunned when she heard this, and her expression became cold.

Then she dragged the man leaning on her shoulder towards her without saying a word, ignoring Lancet.

The half-elf pointed the tip of his sword at the two people who were walking towards him, and the green flames on the sword became more vigorous.

"Stand back." He spat out two words cleanly.