"Alaala, it's exposed, Sai'an, you guy still can't act as always, tsk, you can't even fool such a worthless idiot."

The Knight of the Radiant Moon, who had been standing by for a long time because he had no culture, finally found a chance to interject, so before Kentianu's roar and hiss could sound out, the taunt from "Instant Kill Gun" appeared next to "Whisper of Destruction" first.

Okay, a certain blonde guy is still as bad as ever, but the punk doesn't have time to fight with any idle baboon, after all, while he doesn't have the perfect disguise of being the Archon of the Catalante Chamber for now, he's at least asked for enough information.

So what's next......... It's also time to embark on a deliberate action.

"Shut your mouth Bissadas, you guy who can't even gather the most basic information is not qualified to point fingers at others, we are going to meet the Empress of Fabrication next, if you don't want to die too worthless, I suggest you use your unbright brain to think about whether you have missed anything else, and there is no room for any negligence in the battle against the powerful of the Sunbla"!

Eerie staring at the unreliable Mad Knight, Punk's eyes looked as silent and gloomy as a deep fountain, because as little by little he uncovered the history and secrets that had happened to the Cyborg Eye, the cautious Radiant Moon Mage always felt that Ketaroran was not as easy to deal with as he thought.

Maybe the former Empress of Costume is really just a "little Lori butler" who has no ability to fight, and works hard every day, but now she has already learned to hide secrets and use secrets, and for two "challengers" who are not at the level of the Bright Moon, it is very disturbing that the enemy who is already called "extremely powerful" has more unpredictable hole cards.

Of course, the swaggering Mr. "Instant Kill Gun" doesn't seem to be worried about the pre-war troubles, and in fact, in the face of the caster's serious questioning, this guy is still in the mood to joke while carrying the rifle behind his back.

Seeing that he casually pointed to the mad legend who was firmly pressed against the wall by the lilac magic palm, the Radiant Moon Knight, who turned his head, immediately explained his thoughts bluntly:

"Alas, even if you ask Uncle Ben so, Uncle Ben can't do anything? Uncle Ben's skills are limited after all, and what you don't know is what you don't know............ Are you going to go to the trial and meet Ketaroran, so what are you going to do with this idiot?

"After killing Kertaroran, we will have time to extract his soul and search for memories, but let him stay here for now, my "Hand of the Arcane" is more than capable of holding him down so firmly for about three thousand years, if the battle with the Empress of Fabrication goes well enough...... Three thousand years should be about the same."

"Three thousand years............ What a poor "senior", nay, do you hear me, you idiot should honestly bring it here for at least three thousand years, anyway, you don't have anywhere else to go, right? Your lover and the former Netherel civilization are gone, and now you are just a homeless cripple and a madman."

Wickedly kicked Kentianu, who was sitting in the corner of the wall with weak limbs, and the "Instant Kill Gun" with a bright smile did not shy away from telling the fact that the crazy legendary mage had escaped for 1.6 billion years.

Anyway, for the heartless Kane, any human being's attachment to emotions and all beliefs is nothing more than a bunch of self-deceptive jokes, so just to have some fun, the "instant killing gun" in front of the central square of the Eye of Doraush doesn't mind watching the painful appearance of a person who has lost everything to please himself.

Of course, the mad knight's taunt must have been able to get what he wanted, and when he slammed the most unbearable truth into the depths of the other party's soul with the most straightforward and sharp mental power fluctuations, Kentianu, who had clenched blood out of his fists, also roared and let out a beastly howl.

It was a howl of extreme despair, a roar of extreme grief, and at this moment, the remnants of the era reluctantly embraced the most painful sobriety, and then got the most complete madness............

"Stop playing, Kane, we still need to contact Ketaroran to tell us the steps to participate in the trial"

"Uncle Ben is a coolie, okay, okay, this is coming."

The light of Mira and Chikazar had gradually sunk into the shadows of Faeron, and the Cyborg Moon had finally ushered in its own silence - I have to admit that the soundproofing of the Mailing Center building was so good that no matter how harsh, screeching, the sounds that stirred the space could not get out of here, not in the slightest.

“............”

Through the information punk and Kane deceived from Kentianu's mouth, they learned that there was a "trial device" on the Cyborg Eye that helped the Grand Arcans select apprentices, and as long as they could pass the trial, they could be personally received by Ketaroran, and even if they didn't pass the trial, they wouldn't encounter any danger.

You must know that this is a very important piece of information, and it is also a piece of information that needs to be decided, after all, no one knows what kind of "trials" were prepared by the Great Arcane Master Council back then, waiting for their "apprentices", and the high-end level of the "Divine Seat" is inevitably daunting.

Although several of the most powerful spellcasters in the past used the name of Nethriel to ensure that this trial was safe and reliable, but now that the powerhouses of the Divine Throne have already fallen, can the "tool" that has been idle for 1.6 billion years still be as "safe and credible" as ever?

Okay, for the time being, trust that the Throne's creations are strong enough to withstand the ravages of time, and that the programs written by Lord Dorausch himself are as flawless as the weapon permissions on the City of the Sleepless Watchers, which can make Kertaroran, as the construction manager, helpless, but............

But can the two professionals who have come to the Eye of Doraush in search of wealth really pass the trial? Is there really no need to make any more special preparations? This kind of trial is only one chance for each person to participate, and wouldn't it be extremely embarrassing if he didn't pass?

However, at least both the "Instant Kill Gun" and the "Whisper of Destruction" knew that this way of meeting the Constructed Empress hiding in the Hub Hall was definitely the most convenient and feasible method for now, and if they still wanted to get the wealth they were seeking, then there was absolutely no reason to give up on this trial.

Even if a little adventure is inevitable, ...... Necessary adventures are always necessary, aren't they?

So with such a solemn heart, the two adventurers who left the mail center indifferently walked generously towards the central square of the Eye of Dorausch.

There, a magical facility of the Divine Throne that had been dormant for more than a billion years was already waiting for the long-overdue visitor.