The tall male red-robed priest who had just given a speech sneered:

"Hahaha, after carrying out a secret mission for so long, it's rare that we can get together again, and look at the new generation of disciples standing in front of us! It's just a pity that the useless waste of the shadow hand exposed himself more than half a year ago, and was captured by the Arctic wolf and black amber, so he can't see today's scene. ”

This red-robed priest is codenamed "Blood Moon" in the organization, and he is a powerhouse in the early third grade.

In a college full of talents, a strong person at this level seems to be nothing, and can only be regarded as a weaker teacher or college student.

But outside the academy, among various supernatural cults, secret societies, and large witchcraft families, third-year powerhouses can definitely enter the decision-making level, and even become the ultimate trump card of the leader or organization!

Nocturne chuckled in her heart when she heard Blood Moon mention the Arctic Wolf, knowing that the Arctic Wolf must not have really played a role that night, but she deliberately did not correct it.

After speaking, Blood Moon turned his head to look at the two red-robed colleagues next to him:

"I wonder which 3 lucky people will be able to pass the test with the best performance and be awarded the honor of 'Son of the Devil'? Do you have a favorite candidate? I've got my eye on one. ”

As he spoke, Blood Moon pointed to a boy at the front of the student group in the hazy mist:

"I think Pompeii is the best chance to take the top spot."

Unlike Nocturne, Blood Moon did not go undercover in the academy, it was a student downline developed by his subordinates, and the quality was very high.

The other red-robed priest, who was obviously much shorter and slightly fatter, didn't think so, snorted coldly, and mocked the tall red-robed blood moon:

"Blood Moon, when it comes to the level of eye-seeking, you've never let me down."

The short red robe, who was pseudonym Black Star, said as he pointed to another heroic girl:

"I believe in Thebes. She is a subordinate of my undercover in the academy, and she has dug up a good seedling.

"She was so cold, cold and calm, with malice and forbearance flowing in her veins, and burning desire beating in her heart.

"I even suspect that the student who will awaken the demon in his heart in the prophecy is Thebes!"

Vermouth on the side heard the two main priests chatting, and he had been mixed with Russell for a long time, and he had been infected, so he instinctively diverged his thoughts:

"Why do you two candidates, both men and women, use ancient cities as pseudonyms, is there anything special about that?"

One tall and one short, the two red-robed demon priests, looked at Nocturne who didn't speak at the same time:

"Does Miss have any good candidates?"

Behind Nocturne's mask that resembles a human appearance, there was a cold and low laugh:

"Hehehe, hehehe, maybe? Who knows. ”

Vermouth walked up and helped Nocturne and said:

"Among the students I developed with my young lady was a genius whom I was very optimistic about. Russell was almost born a son of demons and perfectly suited the Order's requirements in all his qualifications. It was even because of the ritual of summoning demons that he awakened spiritually and successfully came into contact with the transcendent world. ”

Hearing Vermouth's words, the other two red-robed demon priests were a little surprised. Being able to successfully perform the ritual of summoning demons before coming into contact with the transcendent world does have many special features, and it is almost like a destined son of a demon.

It's just a pity that this legendary experience may not necessarily help this test.

The two red-robed demon priests, one tall and one short, looked at Russell who Wei Meisi pointed at, and saw the clear black-haired young man sitting cross-legged on the grass, his head down, drowsy, and he couldn't see too much of the amazing temperament that belonged to the demon cultists.

"That's him."

"Let's see."

Both of them were red-robed priests, and they had a contemptuous attitude towards Wei Meisi, who was one level lower than them, and they didn't completely take his words seriously.

Vermouth desperately turned her face towards the nocturne, wanting the master's daughter to say a few words for her.

But Nocturne just stood silently, not saying a word.

Could it be that Miss is not optimistic about Russell? Could it be that the other two competitors cultivated by the red-robed chief priest could actually be a grade stronger than Russell?

Seeing Nocturne ignoring him, Vermix was shocked for a while.

It is true that when he hypnotized Russell before, he did show a temperament that was perfectly suitable for the Demon Order, but this was what he said after all. Many people who think they are fierce and vicious will reveal their true nature in their dreams and show their cowardly side.

After a brief reflection, Vermouth had its own speculation:

By the way, I'm wearing a demon mask, so I can't make an expression. The young lady couldn't see my expression at all.

It dawned on him!

At the same time, two sleeping demons weave a test dream while projecting the scene from the dream onto a hazy white mist.

I saw that in this cascading and ethereal mist, one after another independent pictures appeared, each of which was a student's dream, which happened to appear above the corresponding student's head.

As long as the cultists present focus on a certain dream scene, they can see the details and hear the voices spoken inside.

Many red-robed and black-robed cultists cast their eyes on the dream pictures in the white mist.

……

The dream is based on The Man Who Left the City of Omara.

Of course, Russell didn't know this when he first stepped into the dreamland, only to find himself in a gorgeous seaside city.

The city is not big, and he quickly walked around and got a preliminary impression of the city.

Among the costumed pedestrians, there are both old people with serious expressions and women chatting happily with their children in their arms; On the streets with colorful walls, the celebratory procession marches forward while singing; The area close to the city center is noisy with gongs and drums, and happy children wander around; In the harbor, the ships are flying with colorful flags and are about to set sail.

- This beautiful picture of peace......

It was Russell who turned on his own brain filter and forcibly made up for it.

The actual situation is that all the pictures in the dream are stuck into PPT.

An old man dressed in gray and purple costumes, walking on the boulevard between the gardens, taking one step and stuck, sometimes stopping suddenly, sometimes teleporting 10 meters at a time;

Dressed children laugh and run around, sometimes stuck on the wall of the shop, half of the child's body is outside the store, but his hands and feet are inside the shop on the other side of the wall, apparently molded;

The horses that were supposed to be in the racecourse were running around on the colorful roofs, and some of the horses' heads were not loaded, but their movements were not affected in the slightest;

The woman who was talking and laughing happily with the child in her arms actually walked backwards, and halfway through her upside down, she was stuck in the air holding the child, suspended one meter from the ground of the colored bricks;

The child in the floating state, facing the air behind him, continued the conversation he had with his mother.

What the hell is this?

Russell was shocked.

He seemed to recall the picture of the computer screen he had seen when he used that junk laptop to play Baldur's Gate 3 and listen to the heat exhaust fan wailing in pain.

But at that time, it was just a card, so it wouldn't be full of bugs like now.

"This dream is very problematic, huh? Isn't the dream construction level of the sleeping demon insufficient? ”

"Is it because there are too many units involved in the city? It is also necessary to maintain a relatively strong hypnotic force that is also effective for a group of early second-grade students, so as to ensure that the students are not awake in the dream before releasing their instinctive desires. ”

"Therefore, the computing power allocated for optimizing dreams is limited, resulting in insufficient optimization of dreams and too serious lag."

"It's no wonder that in the dream of the college entrance exam, there are few units to interact with, it turns out that I am afraid of ...... Caton"

……

At the same time, in the real world outside the dream world, many cultists who watched the "live broadcast" through the projection screen were also a little embarrassed to see such a strange dream picture.

"Ahem, I haven't tested it with a sleeping demon before, maybe the optimization of the dream is a little problem." The short red robe coughed lightly twice, and waved his hand to dispel everyone's doubts:

"But it doesn't have much impact, and dreamers don't care about this little omission in details."

(Part of this dream test, adapted from "The Man Who Left the City of Omera" by American female writer Ursula Leguien)

(End of chapter)