Lynn, Lynn's father, Lynn's family, is one of the few non-believers in this world.

Almost none of the men in the entire Blazer family participated in the weekly prayers, and only Mrs. Blazer went to church because of social invitations.

They have human pride in their bloodline, reverence for the gods, but never put everything on anyone but themselves.

Human beings were favored by the gods only after they had developed, and in the first period of time, no god helped them.

This kind of inheritance made Lynn only use topics to avoid even when facing Yin Weite's invitation.

Yin Witt always said that he was her follower, but in reality, he did not even have a single brand of Slaanesh.

"But I'm not the Chosen One, so why am I standing here?"

Lynn frowned.

There is no doubt that the championship fight must be a clash between two chosen ones, but he is not.

Although it is said that the gaze of the gods does not need to be approved by himself, Yin Weite is obviously not an existence that can bless others, and he does not feel in himself any special talents other than the power he has gained through his own learning.

And within learning, it is even more impossible to .......

Wait a minute.

"I'm a little stupid......."

Lynn chuckled and shook her head, then raised her eyes slightly.

A desolate breeze blew through the gap between him and the orcs, and they met for the first time.

"Humans." Aisadron raised his eyebrows slightly, "I like your eyes, but." ”

"That's not something you can have."

"The weak don't need to be stubborn, the weak are useless, and the stubbornness of human beings such as you is even more ridiculous."

"Huh." Lynn stretched lazily and said casually, "If I say that thousands of years later, all of you orcs will be slaughtered by humans, and the few remaining orcs can only survive by hiding in the deep mountains and old forests, do you believe it?" ”

The corners of Aisadron's hideous mouth rose a little, "Human, your ridiculous joke is not bad. ”

"So, I'm not going to contradict you anything." Lynn spread her hands, "After all, the knowledge in your brains is outrageously poor, and ignorant creatures have a hard time discovering their ignorance. ”

“.......”

Essadelon's heart suddenly began to beat strongly.

This means that his mood has fluctuated.

"Human, you have angered me."

He clenched the cold scimitar in his hand firmly.

As a higher race of creatures, he shouldn't have been angry at the weak ants for speaking, but the contemptuous disregard and arrogance of the other party as if he were superior to them made him angry.

The weak should be beaten, and he must bear the consequences of violating the strong.

"Boom-"

The first to bear Asadron's wrath was the floor beneath his feet.

With the blessing of their unique talents, the physical strength of the orcs can even be compared to the magical beasts of the same level that are known for their physical bodies in a short period of time. When he charged, he was like an unstoppable chariot, flying dust and floor debris everywhere he went.

At least at this moment, no one could stop him.

"Human, indeed."

Lynn suddenly smiled, grinning.

He looked up at the sky.

There were no stars in the canopy above the moor, and the only point of light was a purple full moon.

The moment he raised his head, the whole sky seemed to fall into his eyes, even the moon.

Closing his eyes and opening them again, Lynn stared at the orcs who had already walked in front of him.

Aisadron's movements froze.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the small human being in front of him had suddenly undergone a rebirth.

Although the rate at which his blood flowed through his veins did not slow down, though his appearance was still the smoothness that orcs hated most, even though his breath could not go up and down with a leaf.

But Aysadron just thinks he's changed.

He looked at himself like that, without blinking his eyes, as if in a daze, but in the senses of the orcs, he had already seen himself through.

"I kind of know why there are rumors saying, 'God loves the world, but not everybody,' – they really have a hard time seeing every dark spot under their feet."

Lynn's eyes flickered with purple fire that seemed to melt the world, and the majesty in the deep hole completely controlled every cell in the orc's body, and if he showed any act of resistance, the orc's heart would be crushed in the next moment.

"Thou ....... Thou ........"

Aisadron was furious and wanted to yell out, insulting his opponent to ease his fear of facing a difficult situation, but his tongue felt as if it had been cut off, and he could only let out a low whimper like that of an abandoned cat.

The eyes of the onlookers, who did not know the truth, were like light bulbs, and their mouths were long enough to fit an ostrich egg.

A strong man several meters tall, a top warrior in the tribe, made such a weak voice when he was most likely to be praised by everyone.

It was surprising and surprising at the same time.

They both looked at Lynn on the other side, trying to find out what he had done.

The next moment, they saw the human lip flap that was incomparably weak in their eyes gently open and close.

"Go back."

Asadron's massive body suddenly began to tremble violently.

His will was constantly trying to resist the command, but every cell of his body was telling him.

"Obey, obey him, obey ....... She. ”

So Asadron began to retreat.

Step by step, according to the trajectory of the time he came, even the footprints returned to the place where he had first stood, his hands hanging down, his long knife hanging to the ground, as if returning to the state of the first preparation, and as if he had announced that he had given up resistance.

"Thou ...... Thou ......."

Aysadron's face, which can be said to be extremely ugly from the perspective of human aesthetics, has hideous bruises on it.

As a brave man's will, he must not give in to this, but his battle-hardened body is completely unwilling to obey the call of his brain.

He was just about to kneel.

Lynn walked slowly and leisurely in front of Asadron, just as the orcs had watched Lynn flee in embarrassment, only now his opponent could not move.

The footsteps stopped, and Lynn looked up slightly, and asked with a smile.

"You want to ask, why can I do it, right?"

Aisadron nodded stiffly.

"Huh." Lynn laughed, "Why do you think I'm going to tell you?" ”

"Who does the gods favor, do you need a reason?"

There was an instant surge of blood among the orc children, which was a special phenomenon caused by mood swings.

At this moment, he felt as if he had penetrated the truth beyond the battle.

None of the gods seem to have the word "justice" engraved into the scriptures of their believers.

God loves the world and may not be able to love everyone, but she can still give preference if she wants to.

The Chosen are the Chosen One because they are the ones chosen by the Divine.

But has anyone said that the Chosen One cannot be a stepping stone for others? Who has said that the race for the Chosen Champion must be decided by the fairest judgment?

No, never.

The justice of the latter is entirely based on the spontaneous nature of the creatures under the gaze of the gods.

But when the gods are involved, this "justice" is like their own amusement.

Looking at the orcs in front of him, who had begun to doubt his life, Lynn waved his hand lightly.

"Stand down."

This statement seems to be a simple statement, but when the purple bronze throne behind him quietly emerges in the void, even the most simple sentence will become one of the truths of this moment.

The orc closed his eyes.

His body was suddenly able to move, and the long knife in his hand no longer seemed to be ten thousand pounds.

As a warrior, he should pick up a scimitar and continue the fight.

But in front of him, is he really a warrior?

Asadron smiled wryly and shook his head.

He raised his scimitar and plunged it into his chest.

The blood slowly passed through the cracks in his chest, and the last thing Asadron could do was lift his eyes.

He saw Lynn sit on the throne and see the prostrate beings who greeted him.

They shouted hoarsely and cheered, as if to celebrate the birth of the champion.

But the orcs know, no.

They were afraid of that person.

That one.

A person who acts as a substitute for theocracy.

........

"Not bad."

In the dense forest, Yin Weite, who had returned to Lynn's head, patted his head gently.

"Understanding, it's okay."

Lynn smiled and didn't answer.

Actually, he should have thought of it a long time ago.

This is the gladiatorial battle of the chosen ones of Slaanesh, and it is the champion of the Slaanesh believers.

And Lynn, do you need to fight with them, grab them from them?

A: Yes, you don't have to.

As probably the only human who could make an equal contract with the gods, why would he bother to grab that kind of thing with the followers of his collaborators?

Just ask Yin Weite directly!

Although Yin Weit is not as powerful as she used to be, and her majesty is less than 1/10,000, she is still a true deity, and it is the one who must prostrate herself on the ground to offer her devotional existence.

This trait has nothing to do with the strength or weakness of the strength, but with a higher level of difference.

Shaking her head, Lynn shook the past thoughts out of her mind and asked.

"As long as that's it, is it okay?"

"That's enough." Yin Weite said lightly, "But the time, it may have to be a little more accurate." ”

"You need to drag the guy on the other side into the gladiatorial fight the moment he intervenes."

"Even a short moment of difference is enough to destroy the weak body of a human being."

“.......”

Lynn looked around at the bloodied corpses of the students around her and nodded silently.

He learned the general situation from Yin Weite, and he already knew who did this.

Although he has no affection for these so-called "classmates", the human instinct always rejects this inhuman act of holocaust.

His performance is actually quite good.

The little princess behind him was so frightened that she couldn't open her eyes.

"Teacher, what about the teacher? Aren't they in charge?! ”

........

"Dean!

”

A room in Rogers' Tower was violently slammed open, and Dean Mansfield, who was immersed in all his energy in the tower's magical center, almost didn't turn around and slap him directly.

"The goddess is above." Mansfield drew a cross on his chest and turned to look at the teacher who had hurried in.

The old dean's prayer was calm, but his mood was diametrically opposed to his expression.

With the help of his lucky moment, he was able to catch the mischievous little creature wandering in the center almost immediately.

Mansfield didn't know where that strange magic came from, but he could clearly perceive that it was this inaudible magic that broke the rules of the entire tower, causing Roger Tower to be out of service for more than two full months.

Recently, under the vigorous research of the teachers, I have gained confidence in the capture of it, and today should have been a successful day, but this sudden collision directly knocked several months of research into the sea.

"Green, if you don't give me an explanation, in a minute, you can pack your things and go home with the baby."

"Return, return, go back now!" The teacher, known as Green, shouted, "Until then, Dean, we have lost contact with the candidates!"

”

"Click-"

Mansfield's cane fell to the ground.

A chill that hadn't risen for decades crawled all over his withered crest again, and a dazzling light erupted in his cloudy eyebrows that hadn't trembled for a long time.

Kicking the ground with his feet on the ground, the magic flowing, he woke up all the teachers in Roger Star, who were still immersed in research, and walked towards the door, asking questions in silence by the way.

"What's going on! Make it clear! ”

Teacher Green took a deep breath, sorted out the words, and said solemnly: "Fang Cai, when we inspected the teleportation array during the day, we found that the eighteen teleportation arrays were all destroyed by man, and the teachers in the monitoring room were all killed. ”

"All destruction....... All ....... killed"

Mansfield's chest heaved and heaved, and he struggled to suppress his boiling chest.

He didn't ask why no one had discovered anything unusual now, nor did he immediately lash out at who was responsible.

He envelops the sound in magic and transmits it to every corner of Rogersta.

"All teachers, abandon Rogers' Tower and immediately go to the location of the examination room."

As the words fell, he left Green and rose into the air.

Teacher Green, who was left behind, swept away the dust brought up by the old dean, and looked at his distant back, his eyes solemn.

Third-order magicians already have the ability to at least not be afraid of demonic beasts, and it is not uncommon for them to master flying magic, but Catalena City is an absolute no-fly zone, and even one of the only three powerhouses with a title cannot violate this rule.

Sure enough.

When the old dean left the academy, there was a golden light shining in the distance.

It was the splendor of the Knight Captain, who had to maintain the majesty of the kingdom.

"Damn it."

Green scolded angrily.

Since its establishment, Laiyin College has been as stable as a peaceful and prosperous era, hundreds of years of see, there has not been a big accident in any exam, and the students who died for some reason died by themselves.

Now that this kind of teleportation array has been destroyed, the scene of all the teachers in the supervision room being killed is even more unheard of.

This is the royal capital, who can be so bold?

And.......

Teacher Green suddenly thought that if the students in the examination room had something to do at this time.......

"Academy, it's not going to be over, is it......."