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In front of the largest square of the pro camp, the rift caused by Hove last time had not had time to be repaired, and many memories came to mind as everyone stared at the flames.

The voice passed through the crowd and into Senior's ears.

"The corpses of the fallen need to be incinerated, the first time you see them?"

The slender hand patted Senior's shoulder, and he turned his head, and it was Amazon, whom he had met several times, and for the sake of enthusiasm, he had won the trust of some professionals.

"It's the first time I've seen it, but even so, not all the professionals in the Church of Raksuo are degenerates..."

Senior's eyes flickered, and he thought of something again, and stopped talking.

"In my opinion, there is a big problem with the treatment of the Rogue Church in the case of the Rogue Church."

"Although I don't know how to govern, I also know that I can't be soft on evil."

Hearing Senior's words, Amazon's heart shuddered, and she knew that he was referring to the indecision of the higher-ups of Camp Roger to give others a chance.

Camp Rog gives the professionals superior treatment, but breeds their bad nature. From the beginning of the battle in the Bloody Wasteland until the defeat of the Stone Field, when the Professions were victorious and defeated, the camp higher-ups tried to find the key points of improvement from other quarters, but remained indifferent to the root causes, the inferiority of the Professions, and the point of the Church of Roso, which seemed to Seniors to be foolish.

Carrion can only be cut off, and waiting will only make it erode deeper.

If it were Westmar's people, they would never make such a mistake, and from this point of view, Westmar and Canduras were also corrupted by demons, but Westmar was able to unite, and it was no accident that most of Canduras had fallen and countless people had died, he thought.

"Well, maybe you're right."

The Amazon, a native of Canduran, saw the whole thing more like an unavoidable catastrophe than she knew how to deal with.

Maybe Seniors was right, but she didn't have the ability to judge, and this helplessness made her tone even heavier.

Senior's words stopped, and a cacophony suddenly sounded, and they looked up at the high platform of the square.

The beautiful figure stood at the top, her blonde hair swaying slightly, a delicate balance of majesty and calmness, flowing in her blue and amber eyes, and the staff in her hand seemed to be a scepter symbolizing power.

Calm as far as the eye can see, bringing a refreshing breeze.

“・・・”

Some of the professionals glanced at the several Rog Camp executives behind Amber and had a rough idea in their minds.

It seems like a natural consequence, and the current Rog camp may need to elect a representative, or a professional with prestige who can lead the crowd forward.

The former argument is a bit far-fetched, and it is also possible that the camp higher-ups want to support her and train her as a real hero. Amber Melova is one of the camp's double stars, both in terms of strength and leadership, which have been vividly reflected in successive battles, and her prestige is gradually increasing.

Powerful, beautiful, and unfathomable, this is the impression she has left on many professionals.

If there were any professionals who had previously disputed her status as Westmar, after she brought back the news of the repulsion of Hough, and after she assisted the camp in destroying the rebellious Rosoh Church, everyone changed their minds.

Assist the Super Pros in repelling the Pupil Tree, find the conspiracy of the Church of Roso, uproot the evil that has taken root in the camp, and solve the biggest threat to the Rog camp.

Just as calamity is bound to come, so will the heroes who guide hope.

It's also a fate.

As time passed, the silent ritual reached its final stage, and Akara, who was in charge of the ceremony, reduced the tedious steps to a few brief steps.

"I hope you can help people end this darkness soon."

A faint voice came from under the purple cloak, "I had this premonition when I first saw you. ”

"The blind eye can see through the fog of time and foresee the glory of the future. But it's impossible to tell how much time later. ”

This is perhaps the highest praise given by the mysterious Camp Rog nun.

But to Amber, these were just polite words, like the icing on the cake when knights were awarded the medal of courage. Even so, her heart was still beating faster, and she covered it up well on the surface, and solemnly saluted the other party.

"Don't worry, she can't detect your secrets, she's just tempting, an ordinary human, although there is something special, but she still can't touch the essence of power."

The sound echoing in her ears eased Amber's anxiety, and the latter's face did not change as if he had not heard.

"I will."

Amber was succinct and looked up at the shadows under the purple canopy, as invisible as a mist.

"Don't doubt it, it's more important than these little things to get the 'Angel Record' and those few professional equipment as soon as possible, and that shaggy angel will come back to you soon."

"Don't point fingers at me, you disgusting hermitwe."

Amber snorted coldly in the bottom of her heart.

"Hahaha, that's funny, don't be too complacent, Amber Merois, even if I don't invade your body anymore, you can't resist the temptation of power... No one can stand it... This is the case with some unlucky guy who thinks he is strong-willed, and the same is true of some stupid mage who is forced to be helpless...

The sound was choppy and quickly faded away.

Amber naturally looked away from Akara and turned to look at Kashya.

The last step.

In a solemn atmosphere, Kashya, who lowered his eyebrows, took the pale silver sword in Amber's hand, and the large group of professionals around him remained silent.

She resisted the sudden feeling of anxiety and slowly took the pale silver sword.

"It's an elite honor, and so far, only a few professionals have won it."

"You can see its effects in the 'Book of Angels', congratulations, Amber Melova, on taking a step forward on the path of heroism. ”

At this moment, Amber noticed that Kashya's smile was a little forced.

It is a good thing that the people of Camp Rog grieve for the dead, but grief should be turned into strength, not into a burden that drags down the footsteps.

Amber thought so and sighed inwardly.

At the same time, some sparse cheers rang out from below the steps, and Amber took a deep breath and raised the pale silver longsword slightly, and the stars fell smoothly.

"Amber Morea will fight to banish evil."

Amber's eyes sparkled, "Fight for Camp Rog. ”

The cheers were louder, and for them it was more inspiring than any fancy words.