The world is always changing beyond human imagination.

At four o'clock in the morning, the vast majority of people are still asleep.

- The trumpet was blown.

It was a low, quaint, penetrating voice that resounded through the camp of the sword-wielders, and in order not to be reduced to the point of becoming pitiful cannon fodder for the Sweeper Brigade, every newborn sword-wielder got dressed and assembled on what should have been an empty training ground as soon as the horn sounded.

Amy was no exception, and along with Hansen and Kozmo, he came to the training ground.

At this time—

There were already more than a hundred people, standing in a phalanx, showing their best spirit to the man in front of the team, the man who always cynically held a sticky wormwood in the corner of his mouth.

Wyman.

Veteran Wyman, madman Wyman, captain of the Sweeper Brigade, and the chief examiner of this year's sword-wielding.

For a moment—

The glorious one is opposite his gaze.

I don't know if it was his delusion, but he saw it, and saw the fierce middle-aged man with a bitter wormwood in his mouth, a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, a smile as dangerous as a predator.

"Ha ......"

Amy exhaled a slightly warm breath of air, narrowed her eyes slightly, lowered her head, staggered her gaze from him, and then walked into the queue step by step without hurrying.

Stand still.

Then, after hiding himself in the crowd, his mind began to turn.

This guy -

What do you want to do?

The young Glory Man pursed his lips, even the chief examiner, it is impossible to blow the horn of the assembly just for fun, but if this is part of the assessment, it is inevitably a little too simple and too easy—and...... Was that creepy smile just now his delusion, and if not, what was that guy's plan?

It can't be in front of the public to find out him, the lurker, right?

I don't understand.

Just don't think about it.

Amy Ulysses shook her head, and together with the dozens, hundreds, of people around her, waiting for the final formation of the queue, waiting for the chief examiner to reveal the final mystery.

Five a.10.

All hands on deck –

The chief examiner of this year's sword-wielder examination, the middle-aged man with silver hair, swept over everyone with a fierce gaze like a falcon.

"Nine minutes and thirty-five seconds. He gave a number, and then smiled, smiling at his face full of years and mixed with scars, "If this is a real war, then congratulations—"

He paused, and said in a categorical tone.

"—All eliminated. ”

At this point, of course, the audience was silent.

There was no doubt that it was a dismount, but who among the sword-wielders in the room would dare to really ignore this dismount - not even Amy Ulysses intended to be this meaningless bird.

"But luckily, I'm a benevolent person. He retracted the smile on his face, and his tone changed sharply, "At least more merciful than death, more than demons, and more merciful than the deepest night." ”

"Therefore," the conversation turned, "I do not intend to take your life, nor do I deprive you of the future that you regard as your life." ”

"I'll just—"

After another pause, the words that came out of his slightly shriveled lips were like thunder: "Give you a chance to fight." ”

He held out his hand and held it high above his head.

"I declare. ”

He said, "The people who came to gather after 5:03 - all of them were booked by our Sweeper Brigade!"

After the words fell, he spread out his hand, spit out the absinthe that was still in his mouth, and a large, sarcastic smile appeared on his face: "How is it?

"Not at all. ”

Amy whispered, his voice insignificant in the midst of the uproar.

"I have said before, I am a merciful man," Wyman continued, without raising his voice, difficult to distinguish in the chaos and noise, but in the next moment, the phalanx that had been noisy before ceased for a moment—only because of him, because of the true great man of the Order, "but my mercy is not without a bottom line, you say, if I kill a few people, kill a few people who do not obey the rules, how will His Majesty the Pope punish me?"

A clear killing intent shrouded the entire training ground.

He was serious.

There are no words to say, everyone realizes this with their own body.

Then there was silence.

Silent.

"Very good, very good, it seems that everyone is a good boy who is willing to listen to people," as suddenly as when he came, the cold murderous intent suddenly disappeared, and the examiner in charge of the examination and entry of this year's sword bearer once again had that hypocritical and sarcastic smile on his face, "Then this matter has been decided so happily, does anyone object? ”

No one spoke, no one dared to speak.

"It's a pity—" After a week of fruitless rounding the phalanx with a cold gaze, Wyman sighed, "I wanted to find someone to set an example, but you were all fooled, it's a pity." ”

He said the shocking words, and the regret on his face made the hearts of everyone present beat dozens of beats faster.

But luckily, that was the end of it.

The captain of the sweeper brigade did not continue the topic, continued the terrifying topic.

He got down to business.

The reason why it is necessary to blow the horn and carry out an emergency assembly is a serious matter.

"That's good news—"

Despite his announcement, the sword-wielders who had learned from the past did not dare to take it seriously, and still maintained a perfect standing posture, holding their heads up, not squinting, and the audience was silent.

"Don't be nervous, don't be afraid, this is really good news. His gaze wandered over everyone's tense faces for a week, and a smile appeared on Wyman's face again, but unlike before, there was neither sarcasm nor malice, just a very ordinary smile, "According to the calculations of the Equipment Department, most of you have completed the initial fusion stage of stigmata, and your abilities have begun to stabilize. ”

"That is to say—"

"From today onwards, you can train your abilities on your own," said the chief examiner in charge of the assessment and entry of this year's sword wielders, "Of course, the places where you can exercise your abilities are limited to the training ground and the ability test venue provided by the Equipment Research and Development Department. ”

"It is still forbidden to use it in non-places such as dormitories, cafeterias, and libraries. ”

"Violator—"

"I'm glad that the Pioneer Battalion of the Sweepers has new cannon fodder. ”

With that, he concluded his statement.

Then turn around and leave.

Left alone the inexplicable sword-wielding men on the training ground.

After he left.

Minutes after confirming his departure, cheers erupted on the training ground.

Amy Ulysses watched the boiling crowd around her, and her mood couldn't help but be happy.

"—Sure enough. ”

He whispered, "It's still a bunch of kids......"