After Yu Ping and Hector each slew a twisted creature, their pressure suddenly eased a lot... In the ensuing battle, they quickly wiped out the remaining four twisted creatures. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After this battle, the most seriously injured of the four was the silver-haired young man... Most of the injuries suffered by the others were only to the extent of broken skin, and Hector, who carried out the lewd sneak attack style to the end, was even more unscathed.

“... Are you alright?" looked at the silver-haired young man's wounds, and Sharyl asked, "Otherwise... Shall we send you out first?"

"Don't worry... I have this. Solan smiled and pulled out a bottle of purple potion from the space bag and drank it down... The wounds on his body then quickly scabbed over and healed, and finally remained intact... Aside from the blood stains left by the wounds, there was no evidence of any previous injuries.

"After all, the local tyrants..."Yu Ping sighed, "Anyway, how many bottles of these potions have you brought? ”

"Okay," the silver-haired young man nodded, and then handed out a bottle of the purple potion from before, "No need to save... If you're hurt, drink it, I still have dozens of bottles left..."

The remaining three people all gave the silver-haired young man a wistful look... Well, according to the market price, this kind of big purple bottle costs nearly two hundred magic crystals a bottle, or the kind that has no price...

The living expenses given by the Roland family to Sharyl are one hundred magic crystals a month... That's a lot of money already.

And if Hector had to rely on a part-time job to buy such a bottle of potion... Hehehehehehe...

At the same time, beyond the Abyss Barrier, where the Pope is.

“... Today's young people are really much weaker than my time..."The obese old man looked at the eight young boys and girls lying at his feet with some dissatisfaction, and let out a dissatisfied complaint, "They are both fifth-order, and they have no power to resist in the face of only six 'forbidden beasts'..."

"They're just the weaker ones in this generation...", the Pope directly interrupted the fat old man's words, and expressed a different opinion, "At this age... In the same situation, the performance may not be as good as theirs. ”

Yes... The corpses that Yu Ping saw that had been 'torn apart' by the twisted creatures were nothing more than illusions... At the same time that the eight attacked were fatally attacked, the Pope had already taken action himself, instantly taking them outside the barrier and casting some illusions...

This action made the fat old man next to him once again have a new understanding of the Pope's 'god's power... If you can do this, it is estimated that there is only one pope left on this continent, right?

"But that fellow Farrud sent a guy of Sorag's caliber to the Holy City... What does he mean by that?" the fat old man turned his attention to the scar-faced man who was battling a large, twisted creature, and let out a disgruntled voice again, "Is he thinking that the city that is about to host the academy qualifying tournament is not busy enough to send a perverted murderer to cause trouble?"

"That's a misunderstanding," the Pope shook his head, and said in a very relaxed tone, "You must have heard of the Prince chosen by that kid of Farud, right? He's in the enchantment right now....'The Butcher of the Moon' is just here to be a bodyguard for that gifted little guy..."

“... That kind of 'monster' that even I have to be afraid of for three points to be a bodyguard for a mere 'prince'?" The fat old man was immediately shocked when he heard this, "How talented is that little guy from the Duneser family?"

"That's just an attitude," the Pope laughed as if he had thought of something extremely funny, as if he had thought of something extremely funny, "otherwise... Do you think that there is no big force behind it, can that little guy who likes to blow survive until now?"

“... That's right," the fat old man nodded in agreement, "If anyone dares to blow in front of me... I would have killed him!"

"Moreover, that little guy's 'family talent' is also very special..."The Pope's face showed a very strange expression: "Compared to other people from the Duneser family... His prophecy magic has a much higher success rate. ”

It is mentioned here that the Duneser family is a well-known family on the Cangyue Continent that produces 'prophecy system' priests~

Well... And the only one.

In other words, a whole family is a god who chatters all day long and makes money by talking nonsense.

"Isn't that a lie?!" The obese old man complained directly: "How can there really be a profession like 'prophet'?"

"No, no, no... That's how narrow-minded you are, little Gamben," said the Pope with a smile, "and there is such a thing as 'destiny' in this world....Isn't the 'mission' of the Chosen One a good example?"

"But those are the 'gods' that have fallen..."The fat old man seemed to want to say something, but was directly interrupted by the Pope.

"That's one of the ways 'fate' is manifested...", the pope's tone also became melancholy, "since the 'fate' thing is real... Then naturally someone can spy on it through 'certain methods', and the Dunether family has this magical 'talent'!"

"Of course... Most of what they saw was blurry...", the Pope continued as he looked at the fat old man, who still looked unconvinced, "but one of them has a 'gift' far beyond the others... That's the Sigma Duneser who is right now in front of us. ”

"You mean... Can that kid accurately predict the future?" the suspicion on Gan's face grew stronger... If the person who talked to him about the above paragraph was not the Pope, he would have been in a state of flames.

"No, he didn't do it right once," the Pope smiled and said something that made the fat old man even more confused.

“... Are you kidding me?"

"Listen to me, you'll understand..."The Pope shook his head with a strange expression, "that little guy's talent is not so much 'predicting' the future as forcibly 'changing' it... What he prophesied would inevitably go in the opposite direction... This causal power, which is comparable to the 'rules', is what the Lord of Death values most of him. ”

“... I still think you're kidding me..."The fat old man was still skeptical: "If it's really as you say... Isn't that too powerful?"

"When you get the rules in check... You should feel it," the Pope shook his head again, revealing a profound expression, "The powerful mysterious power that surrounds the three words 'Dunesser' is powerful enough to change cause and effect..."

His eyes turned to the body of Dunesser, who had returned to the ground floor from the sewers, and the ghost queen Luluwei floating beside him.

"This thing is more disgusting than those stitching monsters in the academy...", the thin young man glared at the twisted creature that he had nailed to the wall with a dozen bone spears but was still struggling, and complained, "Do all the abyssal creatures in your mouth look like this?"

"Please don't insult the ghost, dear Dunesser," Lu Luwei complained dissatisfiedly, "There are many handsome guys and beautiful women in the ghost... Like me!"

“... You're focusing on the wrong point!" The thin boy glared at the dead fish and complained again: "The key question is whether these abyss creatures are ugly or not?!

"What the hell knows?!" Lu Luwei glanced at the thin boy, "I haven't been to the abyss, how do I know the common appearance of things where? (omit the grandfathers of about 30 grandfathers) haven't been born yet, okay?!"

"Aren't you a ghost?"

"Well... Even if it's a ghost, I don't know. ”