In an instant, all the students of the Psionic Academy felt the anomaly happening.

The blessings they have set up are being hit by some powerful dark force, and those good wishes are about to be swallowed up by malice before they are activated.

The connection with the black sword stripped them of their consciousness one after another, and as if they were in an extraordinary dream, they also followed to the scene of the gruesome event.

Their bodies are suspended in time, and the tens of thousands of days and nights in the realm of consciousness are only a short moment of reality.

Because it happened so suddenly, the students didn't have time to figure out their situation.

All they saw was a silver-haired man half-kneeling on the ground in the pitch black field.

The other party's originally handsome face became hideously distorted by unimaginable extreme pain, as if it was constantly emitting a silent mournful cry.

Some mad, dark force was gradually gnawing at his tall and burly body, like a group of scavenging maggots jubilating in rotten flesh.

And the man just suffered in silence.

They refuse to give in, but they are completely incapable of fighting against such evil.

"Lord Fugen?"

The students quickly recognized the man's identity and were firmly attracted to him, after all, compared to them as mortals, the huge body of the clone was so outstanding.

Fugen is an honorary professor at the Psionic Academy, and from time to time he will come over to guide them in their studies and training.

A strong, handsome, elegant and easy-going perfect person, who seems to have all the beauty in the world, it is difficult not to be loved and admired by everyone.

They will see him as a role model, and all sorts of Fogan-related fans will be built.

There are even rumors that he is actually a lost genetic proto.

However, it is such a wonderful person, who is powerless against the evil forces of the Chaos Gods, and is as fragile as an ant.

So what the hell is going on with all this?

Is it a trap set by some malicious being, or is it an objective fact that is happening?

And all the students who appear here are students, do the teachers know the situation here?

There are too many questions to be answered for a while, and all kinds of unknowns are deeply troubled by everyone.

Fortunately, their days of study are not in vain - this sudden distraction must be due to the activation of a special anchor point, causing their consciousness to be temporarily anchored there.

There is no immediate danger, but there must be something that has something close to them, and they can't leave without solving it.

Then everyone soon realized that it was probably related to the amulet they had made earlier.

They could feel the amulets they had made within the realm, but the connection wasn't very clear.

"We need to help him, and that's what we're here for."

Badr was the first to step out of the crowd and come to Fogen's side, trying to stop the terrible situation in front of him from unfolding.

However, the frenzied dark force was like tentacles, unwilling to let him get closer.

"But what should we do? The force that suppressed him was too much."

A timid voice came, and at the same time it represented the voices of many students.

It's so weird, and the evil in front of them is simply creepy - even a hero as powerful as Fugen can only be devastated, isn't it just for nothing that these new recruits who have not yet been involved in the world rush forward?

Therefore, most of the students just stood from aside, for fear that they would be targeted by that malice.

This scene made Badr feel anxious and helpless, and it was clear that the people he admired were in desperate need of their help.

Mu Qiang is one of the instincts of living beings, people can easily be overwhelmed by power, and those who have courage are only a minority after all.

"A bunch of cowards!"

At this moment, a contemptuous voice suddenly appeared, which made people listen to it extremely harshly.

They all turned their gaze to the man who was uttering wild words.

And it was none other than the old enemy who had entered the infirmary after a fight with Badr on the first day of school.

"I was so scared by the test that I didn't even have the courage to try, you guys had better roll as far as you want, don't hold me back!"

Dirik's tone was extremely arrogant and his expression was extremely arrogant, but because of his notoriety, the students were afraid to avoid it.

Test?

Badr was shocked when he heard this, and instantly understood the other party's intentions, and hurriedly frowned and said-for-tat: "This test obviously depends on everyone working together to get through, and it's better not to talk about words like this that are not conducive to unity." ”

"So what? Is it possible to unite this group of guys to succeed? Dirick said again dismissively.

"The follow-up evaluation of the festival will definitely deduct points for this behavior of yours." Badr reminded him seriously.

The two of you said a word, and directly characterized this incident as a sudden test made by the academy.

Everyone thought about it carefully and suddenly realized that there was a high probability that this was the case.

The reason why the talisman they made that time has not been able to get a score after receiving it is probably because they are waiting for today's test - everything in front of them is designed by the teachers of the academy, and the content of the assessment is to use the various blessings applied before to help the Fugen in front of him get rid of the darkness.

I'm afraid that the teachers are hiding in the shadows at this time to observe their performance, wanting to see which of them are worthy of further training.

After thinking about this, the fear in the hearts of all the students suddenly disappeared by half.

It's just that I didn't expect the situation simulated by the teachers to be so realistic and terrifying, and I almost scared them away directly, and a strong sense of shame immediately came to my heart.

Coupled with Dirick's taunts, many people became eager to try and make a name for themselves.

Seeing the situation develop like this, Badr let out a long sigh of relief.

He was sure that this was not a test, but a real reality, and it was fortunate that Diric was there to cooperate, otherwise it would have been all over.

The two rivals glanced at each other, and they could see in each other's eyes that there was palpitation.

"No!" At this moment, someone suddenly called out, "The talisman I made seems to have been lost and can't be activated!" ”

"Me too!"

"Mine too!"

This was all due to the fact that during the battle between the Generalissimo and Fogham, the body of the black sword was once again destroyed, and shards were scattered all over the ground.

They are not one and cannot be activated.

"Don't worry, this must be a test set by the teachers." Badr hurriedly calmed everyone, and suddenly remembered something, and turned to his best friend beside him, "I remember that the wish you wrote for the amulet seems to be specifically looking for something, Isaac, why don't you go over and try it first?" ”

After Badr's reminder, Isaac suddenly realized.

The attention of everyone present was also shifted to him, and the eyes projected were so eager.

Isaac enjoyed the sensation of being in the spotlight so much that he felt that he had become extremely strong even though he was already weak.

"In that case, then I'll be ugly."

He came to Fogen's face and confronted the terrifying dark power, although he was still a little hairy inside, the "hope of the whole village" carried on his body was enough to give him courage.

"It's just a realistic test, and it doesn't bother me at all!"

The boy named Isaac directly stretched out his hand, and through the thick darkness, he gently stroked Fugen's body with the tingling sensation of being pierced by thousands of silver needles.

[May you always find the little things that are missing] to activate;

All of a sudden, everyone sensed the location of their amulet.

But that's not enough, you have to get it back if you find it.

"Also, who else wrote a blessing about it before?" Badr asked the crowd in a loud voice.

"Mine may work!"

"Mine too!"

In the crowd, several teenagers stood up in time.

Like Isaac, they braved the terrible darkness and rested their hands lightly on Fogen.

[May what you want appear in time] activate;

[May what you want to take come immediately] launch;

May what you are missing be able to be re-integrated.

Blessings are not conceptual rules, they are just things that make things happen in the direction that is depicted, but when several blessings are added to them, the effect is still quite amazing.

At this moment, on the battlefield deep in the network.

Fogrem was still wondering what the Black Templar meant's words meant, when a scene that no one had expected suddenly happened.

The countless black sword fragments that had collapsed earlier levitated without warning, and were summoned by some incredible force, and they flew towards the hilt of the sword in Fugen's hand, and re-condensed together.

"What's going on?"

The demonic primordial's eyes widened, and the demonic pupils trembled.

He felt that the darkness he had inflicted on the clones was being suppressed, and he couldn't figure out where the divine could compete with the power of the Lord of Pleasure.

"It's back, it's all back!" The students were overjoyed.

Feeling the return of the amulet, others also have the conditions to activate their own powers.

"Then there's the repair, we can't let that sword shatter again." Badr continued.

The crowd immediately understood, and several more people stepped forward to offer their blessings to the Primordial Body that had fallen into darkness.

May the things you use be strong and durable;

[May the small damage on your object be automatically repaired] activated;

[May you be able to exert the above-average performance of the item] to activate ......

The black sword that had been thrust into Fogen's hand was back together and began to glow.

An extremely comfortable and soft energy, but like a poison curse to Chaos, overflowed, deeply shocking everyone around them.

"I still have to repair Fugen-sama's body, is anyone's blessing good for the body?"

"Mine can!"

"Mine fits too!"

[May you be full of vitality every day] to launch;

May the time for you to experience pain no longer be long;

[May you be able to maintain your best figure] launch.

In full view of everyone, Fugen's body recovered quickly and quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The claws of the Demon Primordial Body that had penetrated deep into the opponent's heart couldn't help but let out a painful wail because it was burned by the divine energy in the opponent's body.

Not only that, but the blessings gradually spread along his arm towards his body, and the panicked Forgrim could only give up that arm directly, and quickly distanced himself from the other party.

"What the hell did you do?"

He questioned the clone in front of him loudly, everything was so weird.

At this time, Fugen was fully awake.

Not only the recovery of the body, but even the heartbreaking experiences that were poured into his consciousness were being soothed one by one by the blessings activated by the students.

For example, the Demon Prototype once experienced the pleasure of extreme noise, and those chaotic and violent notes bombarded the listener's eardrums and brain like a heavy hammer, even if the body was shocked and bleeding, it still felt happy.

This experience of darkness and madness was imposed on Fogen, hoping to pollute his spirit and weaken his will.

As a result, the students directly gave Fugen the blessings of "May you not be disturbed by the noise of the outside world" and "May you be able to sleep peacefully", and directly smoothed out that terrible experience, and there was no longer any threat.

The same is more or less the case in other cases.

It is enough for 10,000 wishes, turning into a gentle barrier to protect Fugen's soul in it, and no malice can be infringed.

"You already know the answer, don't you?" Fugen looked at the black sword in his hand with love, and said slowly, "The things that manipulate you, make you crazy and addicted, and can't let go, didn't make me fall into depravity in the end. ”

"It can't be!" The Demon Primordial scolded, "You're just playing a trick, don't think you're going to beat me this - you're nothing without that sword." ”

"Didn't you also use the power of the Lord of Pleasure? It only means that the power I rely on is greater than his. Fugen said for tat.

"Arrogance!" Vogrim gritted his teeth, the events out of his control disrupted his thoughts, making him feel anxious, and the power of darkness surged out of his body, "I'll twist your head off and end this." ”

"And I will give you the salvation you deserve." Fogen grabbed the black sword in one hand and raised it aloft.

All 10,000 blessings were activated, and the black sword shone brightly.

[May you occasionally be able to play extraordinarily] to launch;

[May you be able to perceive the key details] to activate;

[May you have a flash of inspiration with a sixth sense] activate;

and the blessing from Badr [May you be able to go all out] to launch.

The holy energy poured out in the net, soothing the tired spirits and bodies of the soldiers.

The surrounding Chaos Demons were terrified and trembled.

In the next instant, the deity and the clone collided together at a speed that the naked eye could not capture, and the forces of darkness and light bit each other like a storm, and the center of the battlefield became an untouchable vortex of death.

Boundless malice tore at the barrier of 10,000 wishes, but the small kindness was unexpectedly tenacious, and it always stood tall.

Until finally, a violent burst of energy erupted, and the entire space trembled wildly.

The fighting has stopped, but the smoke is still filling.

Everyone turned their eyes to the center of the battlefield, looking forward to the final outcome of this battle.

One of the most anxious is Robert Killiman.

Although he believed that his brother would eventually defeat evil, he still waited carefully for the moment when the results would be revealed.

Through the thick dust and fog, people can vaguely see the figure that remains.

His body was scarred but full of energy, and his long silver hair fluttered in the wind.

The original violet eyes now turned into a dazzling golden color, as if they could cut through the thickest darkness.

"I'm back, Killiman!"

Fugen smiled, the expression on his face like a spring breeze.

(End of chapter)