Dick leaned back in the carriage home, listening to the sound of wheels in his ears, and his heart fell into deep thought.

Edward VII did not agree to send troops to help Daniel, as he had expected, but this did not alleviate his concerns, and if Daniel could ask for Miró's help, he could also ask for Faun's support. Did Macfarlane know that he had such a brother with evil intentions?

"Don't worry. The black mist rolled over, and the figure of Dimhera appeared opposite him.

"How do you know I'm worried. Dick sat up straight and said.

"Boy, you are so thoughtful, can't I still see through it?" Dimihera pursed her lips and smiled.

"You're saying I'm simple-minded?" Dick reacted.

You can understand that, too. Demihera was noncommittal.

She added: "By the way, do you really want to participate in the 'Octagon Competition'? Do you want me to lend you Liliang? ”

"No need," Dick shook his head, "it's not fair to the other contestants, and I want to see how strong I am." ...... Dimihera

"Clearly, I don't absorb your fighting energy and magic these days. Dimichra said with a smile.

"You know what? you're making me like demons more and more!"

"Boy, you don't come. ”

The wheels were rolling, and the carriage was slowly moving in the snowy night, leaving snow marks covered in the sky in an instant. A faint burst of laughter and scolding came from the carriage, drifting away with the wind and snow.

Dick summoned Proo the next day, asked him about the details of the "Octagon Athletic", and asked him to sign up for himself.

The tournament would take place in two months, so Dick had plenty of time to prepare. During the day, he practiced the magic of the space-time and dark systems, as well as the sword skills that combined the combat skills of the demon clan, and at night, he devoted himself to accumulating magic and fighting energy.

Time passes quietly like water, and two months is just a snap of a finger for the endless river of time.

In the past two months, the Karimodan continent has been very calm, there has been no rebellion among foreign races, and there is no war, and the three major empires of the human race are gradually recovering. Dick's territory is also thriving, and under the protection of the Demon Hunting Legion, the originally barren and poor Twelve Southwest Provinces have been freed from the invasion and harassment of the Demon Clan, and have gradually become rich. There has been a noticeable increase in the population. There have also been breakthroughs in agriculture, industry and commerce, animal husbandry and other industries. These changes also led to a significant increase in tax revenues for the territories.

With the help of the divine charity potion obtained from the relics of the gods, and the magic array that he bought from the Shadow Thorn for 10 million gold coins, Dick's cultivation can be said to be a rapid progress, plus Dimihera no longer absorbs his fighting energy and magic power. Now he has broken through to the realm of a third-level great mage and dragon knight.

Early that morning, Dick came to the garden of the Duke's Palace, and took a deep breath of the cool smell of flowers, it was already early spring, and the flowers in the garden had begun to sprout and spit branches, with buds waiting to be released, in the cover of a piece of greenery, it had been dotted with bright colors, which were delicate and reserved buds, with red roses, pale yellow daisies, purple roses and white peonies.

Several gardeners and gardeners were mruning the lawn and flower beds with scissors, and they were decorating the garden with flowers as they wished, and many servants were on hand to help with it.

Dimichra walked over from behind him and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Boy, if I'm not mistaken, tomorrow will be the day when the 'Octagon Athletic' begins, but you still look very leisurely." ”

Dick turned around and smiled: "There's nothing to worry about, I just want to confirm my strength, it's not a big deal to lose." ”

"You can see it. Dimihera pursed her lips, "I'll ask you again, if you want me to borrow you Liliang, don't blame me for not reminding you if you were crippled." ”

Dick smiled and shook his head.

"There is an easy way to win, but I still have to fight to the death?" said Dimichra and left in a huff.

Looking at her back, Dick smiled dumbly.

In the early morning of the second day, still in the garden, Dick stretched out his ten fingers of both hands, and the silver spatial magic flowed out from between his ten fingers like a stream of water, and gently swirled and twisted with the rhythm of his ten fingers, drawing a silver magic array on the ground. The magic array emitted a silver brilliance, and the brilliance condensed but did not disperse, forming a pillar of light more than a zhang high.

Dick walked into the magic array, and the array flashed brightly, and when the silver light dissipated, both the magic array and Dick's figure had disappeared.

In a corner of the plain of Grells, a silver light flashed, and Dick's figure stepped out of the silver light, and he turned his head to look around, for it was early spring, and the prairie was full of young grass that had just emerged, and the green patch was very beautiful.

At the beginning, Dean Salneo was right, the landscape and climate forcibly changed by the magic of the seven holy magisters could not last, and could only last for a month, and now Dick was full of a prairie, and the mountains, valleys, swamps, forests, deserts and other terrain and landforms that were temporarily created by magic when he first came to participate in the "Grells Survival Race" have all disappeared. There are no more magical beasts and elemental golems on the plains, only some ordinary small animals.

At this moment, there were many people standing sparsely on the plain, among them were men and women, old and young, warriors wearing strong suits and carrying swords, and mages wearing magic robes and holding magic wands, some wandering alone and in groups. There are players who participate in the "Eight Directions Competition", and there are also ordinary cultivators who come to join in the fun for various purposes.

In the center of the plain, there were sixteen huge battle platforms, all more than a kilometer in length and width, and the sky was shrouded in a hemispherical seven-colored energy shield.

Farther away, there were three high platforms made of earth-based magic, with thrones high above them and guardrails around the edges, where the kings of the three empires and their ministers watched, if Dick was right.

Just as Dick was observing the scene on the plain, he was tapped on the shoulder, and a gentle female voice said, "Dick, it's been a long time!"

Dick turned around when he heard this, and saw Ettasha, Marken, and Moscart standing behind him, and it was Etasha who had just spoken. These three were Dick's companions in the Relics of the Gods.

"Ah...... It's you, it's been a long time! We haven't seen each other since the Relics of the Gods. Dick laughed,

"Lord Dick, it's a pleasure to see you again. The Dark Dragon Knight Marken smiled and held out his hand to Dick, who reached out his right hand to shake his.

Moscut, with a gloomy face, just nodded.

"Is Lord Dick here to participate in this 'Octagon Race'?" asked Marken with a smile.

"Yes," replied Dick, "when does the contest begin?"

Etasha looked shocked: "Didn't the staff at the entrance tell you?" But then she tapped her forehead and smiled cutely: "It's a shame, I actually forgot Dick that you are a space mage, and you can reach here with a 'teleportation', and you don't need to go through the entrance at all." ”

Ma Ken smiled: "That's right, the competition will be held in an hour, and now it's the preliminary round, we have to choose a battle platform first, which is equivalent to dividing hundreds of dragon knight powerhouses into sixteen groups, and there will be a scuffle between each group, and the person who can still stand on the battle platform is the winner of that group." ”

"Of course, in order to avoid the collision of strong forces in advance, some famous dragon knight powerhouses will be prescribed to fight on a certain battle platform. ”

"That must include His Excellency Marken. Dick laughed.

"Yes, I've only been ordered to go to the sixth stage. Marken shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Behold, the emperors of the three great empires have arrived!" Natasha's exclamation suddenly sounded in his ears, and Dick quickly turned his head to look. I saw three small black dots faintly appear in the distant sky, and when I got closer, I realized that they were three giant dragons, a silver dragon, a blue dragon and a green dragon. The snow-white clouds in the sky were dyed three colors by the breath of the dragon, and behind the dragon dragged three gorgeous palaces floating in the air. The bottom of the palace is painted with a magic array of wind magic "Great Levitation Technique", and there are layers of magic protection enchantments around it.

The architectural style of the three floating palaces shows which emperor lived in them. Most of the palaces dragged by the silver dragon are vaulted buildings, carved with countless angel patterns, which should belong to the Hughes Empire; the palaces dragged by the green dragon are mostly domed buildings, among which there are some tall mage towers, which should be the emperor of the Faun Empire; the outer pillars of the palace dragged by the blue dragon are depicted with pictures praising the god of war, which should be the palace of Emperor Eduardo VII of Miró.

The three dragons dragged the three floating palaces and stopped on the edge of the three high platforms, the door of the palace opened, and a folding ladder was released inside, and Eduardo VII the Miró, Antonio the Theseus, and Yax the Great of Faun walked out of the open gate of the palace with grace, and came to the high platform, and sat on the throne on it. Then a few more people came out of the door of the floating palace, and they were all important ministers of the three empires.