The situation is not optimistic.

The demonized degenerate are almost equal in number to those who have passed the test, and they have an absolute advantage in the combat power of a single entity.

If it weren't for the fact that they weren't in the same camp, there was also opposition to each other, and there would even be a big fight and cannibalism, and the current group of sober people would not be able to resist their offensive at all.

But being smart can't be a long-term solution, and it's a stopgap solution after all.

The demons transformed by the reserve sword wielders who have not passed the trial are not only quite strong, but also have the potential to devour the same can evolve again, and if the rate of awakening does not change much as time passes, then there will be more and more monsters like this female spider, and it will become more and more difficult to deal with.

So—

Take advantage of the present, before the balance of combat power is not completely unbalanced.

- Defeat them.

The decision has been made, and all that remains is to put it into practice.

The young Glory Man stared at the terrifying demon with eight arms in front of him, and in the subtle opposition and stalemate, little by little, he adjusted the rhythm of his breathing and the rate of blood rushing.

He's reminiscing.

Reminiscing about the omnipotence that puts the rushing river of time in the palm of your hand.

Then adjust, then weave, then reproduce.

And so—

A hazy feeling manifested itself in her heart, and Amy once again dominated time.

- Please stop.

"Poof—"

It was as if the first thunder opened up by heaven and earth, and as if the ancient god king who ruled the sky announced his arrival.

The boy's heart was beating.

Consciousness then revives from the stagnation of time.

Then lift the sword, step forward, and kill in one go.

Without even blinking an eye, with a stab and a twist, the heavy sword forged from steel opened a hole in it.

And it—

Nothing was noticed.

There is no roar or wail of pain, no splashing of blood, under the power of time, it seems to become eternal in an instant, and everything is beautiful like a lifelike still painting.

However, beauty is always ephemeral and fragile.

The young man's not weak body staggered backwards, barely standing still, one step, two steps, three steps, step by step.

Then, he let go of the sword in his hand, and also let go of the supreme authority.

- Time began to flow again.

The young Glory Man could no longer control his weakness, sat down on the ground, pressed his undulating chest with one hand, pressed the heart that seemed to jump out of the chest, gasped for a rough breath with the smell of blood, and raised his head.

With cold eyes, he stared at the monster in front of him, the monster that was about to die.

Just as he had expected, the milky white, viscous filthy flower bloomed at this moment, and with reluctance and despair, the alienated demon fell, and thousands of spiders curled up and twisted the horrible form, and in just a few breaths, the blood in the body was steamed and cleaned, turning into a small mass, which went with the wind and dissipated with the wind.

Born for it, died for it.

Amy stared at the somewhat weird picture in front of her, and there were not too many emotional fluctuations.

Victory is something that has been expected for a long time.

After all, it is his unique ability to press the bottom of the box at the moment, and it is one of the hole cards used to deal with the demon king Mammon, if any demon can be broken, then this expedition is not necessary at all, it is better to find a place to sit down and wait for the coming of "death".

Won't really die anyway, probably?

Although he had determined the nature of the experiment through a completely unexpected encounter before, it would be too early to take it lightly - the threat of the King in Yellow was no joke, and he did not believe that the world was really under the control of the Order.

Or maybe it's been eroded the other way around.

It's just that...... With his current status, it is really difficult to remind the Order, he can only take one step at a time, and pin his hope on the god of the earth who has lived for a thousand years.

He is the strongest man who has created an era, and he is recognized as the strongest in human history, and it should not be a problem to suppress the lord of the old world who is under the seal...... Right?

The young Glory One was not sure, after all, both the power of the gods on earth and the transcendent power of the Old Dominator were far beyond his comprehension, and he could only guess which was stronger or weaker.

At least, the power of that level was still quite far from him.

To be able to stop time to a certain extent, even if it's just occasional, temporary, and unstable, is remarkable.

This is definitely a powerful ability that is not inferior to the harbinger of death - and for that alone, this infiltration is worth the trip.

But the power of the forbidden is not unpaid.

Perhaps because of his poor physical fitness, the backlash is worse than the precursor to death, and after the end of his ability, he will fall into a recovery period that is not short or long, during which even a half-old child can kill him.

Therefore, this is a hole card that is lower than the precursor of death, and it is a well-deserved trump card.

Of course, Amy chose to reveal a hole card that should have been used in the decisive moment at this time for a reason, and the current situation is only one of them, a trivial one.

The most important thing is the presence of an energy potion.

A bottle of 300 points, the color is crystal clear, the entrance is slightly bitter, and the energy potion that can only be used once is the most important reason why the boy can be so willful.

With it, it is not difficult to repeat the miracle that has just been born.

Now—

Not the time to be indecisive!

Refreshingly drank the potion that was similar to the index finger in length and width, as if swallowing a cluster of raging flames, and as if swallowing a round of brilliant sun, an indescribable blazing heat exploded in his lower abdomen, and then rushed and whistled along the blood, and the exhaustion was swept away, and the whole body was full of strength.

"Roar"

With a subconscious roar, the Glory One vented the overly violent power in his body, got up from the ground again, and once again threw himself into battle.

Infinite strength, in good condition!

Under the stimulation of the potion, Amy gave birth to a bit of my invincible spirit.

But this is not hubris, but facts.

Energy Elixir, despite the name of the potion of sound, but the boy knows its essence.

It's doping, something similar to what is called doping in another world.

It's just that the effect is stronger, the sequelae are greater, and that's it.

How powerful it is now, how weak it will be when the effect wears off.

Therefore, his offensive is very fierce, except for the lack of the ability to launch, he has done the best he can - like a fresh blood being injected, his arrival revitalizes the whole situation.

From precarious to aggressive, the young Glory shows that he is close to crushing the first level of strength and arrogance.

Naturally, before the weakness came, the battle was over.

But in the end, there are only six people who can stand side by side with him.

Of the seven who fell, four failed the predetermined test and became greedy monsters who acted only on instinct. The remaining three died from them, at the hands of these trusted partners of the past.

This has to be said to be a kind of sadness, but there is no time to dwell in sadness now.

Amy's eyes flashed over Corbeck, Aina, Hansen, Kozmo, and everyone else alive, then paused.

"Let's go. ”

He said, in a flat tone, but unquestionable.

- and no one will question it.

The reservist sword-wielders who have survived in that demon-infested city of dead silence to this day, and who have broken through the blockade of Pandimaninan's resentful spirits and passed the test of illusion with him, will never be stuck in the mentality of children in the training institute, they may not be mature enough, they may not be perfect enough, but they are definitely qualified to be called real warriors.

Maybe......

This is the purpose of the Order's organization of this trial.

The young Glory Man took the lead and lowered his eyes slightly.

Only true iron and blood can make a warrior fade from youth and mature—the name of the sword-bearer is good, the forerunner who blazes the way, the fearless who sweeps away the darkness, and the sword-bearer who defends the glory of the Lord will always be crowned on their heads, but they are only swords in the hands of the Order after all.

And the knife, before seeing blood, always has to be sharpened.

As for the world—

It is obviously the whetstone that the Order has chosen for them, from the dead and silent city full of demons, to the trading altar where points can be exchanged for food, to the vulgar routine of crusading against the demon king, looking back at this moment, it is not difficult to be deliberate.

But so what?

He, and everyone present, had no way back behind him.

Onward—and only forward, then find the legendary greedy Demon King Mammon, and kill it.

The young Glory One walked towards the depths of the temple.

He knew that what awaited him was a bitter battle.

However......

What he didn't know was that beyond the walls of the world, in the headquarters of the Order, a storm had crept up because of him.