They all call me an evil god Vol. 1 [MTL]

Ch 115

Chapter 115 

"Go, Go Downstairs."

Tang En was stunned for a moment, "You want to go to the swordsmanship class in person?"

Although Miseta has always been unsociable, this sudden airborne style really does not resemble hers.

"Well, just looking. And don't you keep saying that I don't communicate enough with the common people? Then I'll be persuaded to go today. "Misetra is leaving.

Tang En didn't have time to dissuade him, so he could only follow her pace to the door of the sword class.

"Micella demigods!"

"Under the demigod crown!"

"Your Majesty has come to our class in person!"

An exclamation of surprise rang out in the room, and the children who were practicing with wooden swords stopped their movements and turned their heads to salute. The parents immediately got up from their seats and hurriedly bowed down to Mysera.

"Your Majesty, Good Day—"

"Your Majesty, welcome to our open swordsmanship class," the swordsmanship teacher was overjoyed, and quickly threw the sword in his hand and took the initiative to meet it.

"Well, please." Mycella's gaze quickly swept across the room, catching a special figure.

It was a young girl with a sword, about eleven or twelve years old, with a beautiful appearance and outstanding temperament. When he saluted her, his movements were neither humble nor arrogant, and there was not even much reverence in his eyes.

What's more, she is covered in magic equipment, and even has a vague aura of artifact? Which family's daughter is this, why is she born like this?

"Oh," the sword teacher followed her line of sight, "that's Liz · Soth, a visiting student from York College."

"From Yorktown?" Something flashed through Micera's mind, but she didn't catch it.

"Yes, Liz," the sword master waved at her, the supreme honor of being able to enter the eyes of a demigod that no one could hope for, "come here."

Liz's hands behind her waist gripped the wooden sword.

Her identity is unusual, although there is a seal to cover it, but in front of the demigods, she is not completely sure.

"Coronation of Mysera?" A cold female voice rang out from the hallway.

Mycera was slightly stunned, few people called her so plainly on weekdays, although with the word "crown", but shouting it was no different from calling a demon pet.

On closer inspection, it was a black-haired woman about twenty years old, dressed in a simple and low-key dark gray dress, but she had an aura that could not be taken lightly.

Transcendental, strength in the gods? No, it seems to be more than that.

So young, but with such a high level of cultivation?

Alana was also looking at Mycella.

She looked to be about forty-five years old and tall. Dressed in the iconic robe of the Cult of Magic, luxurious and elegant. A light-colored, curly purple hair, casual and wanton.

"I'm Liz · Soss's sister, Alana · Sos."

Alanna placed her right hand on her left chest and gestured.

"Alana · Soth?" Misetla quickly rummaged through her memories and was surprised to find that she had heard the name more than once, "Victor's student, Glory Star recipient."

Whether it is the former or the latter, it is worth remembering her.

Victor, the most talented transcendent of the Magic God Cult in the past hundred years, has accepted a descendant student for the first time. Pope Elton even personally awarded her the Medal of Honor.

"Yes," Alana replied with a light smile.

The distance between the two was no more than an arm's length, but she didn't sense anything unusual about the other. There is no breath of Godhead fragments, and there is no reaction of other evil arts.

Judging from Micella's expression, she didn't notice the difference in herself. This time we met, it was a draw.

Mysella was secretly terrified.

She radiated her perception towards Alanna, and found that the other party's aura was mixed, not quite like the average transcendent. Maybe it has something to do with the nature of the necromancer's practice?

But that's not the point, the point is how dare Alana unleash her perception on her?

When transcendent people meet, there has always been only high-level investigation and low-level, where does the low-level have the courage to reverse detection? Aren't you really afraid that she will lose face by putting pressure on her spiritually?

"Your Majesty?" The sword teacher followed behind Mycella, always feeling that there was an undercurrent between the two of them, but he couldn't tell why.

"Ah," Mysera recalled, putting away her dangerous thoughts, "you're here to do business in the city of Dolon?"

"No," Alana waved at Liz and Theodore, pulling them to her side, "My brother Theodore is a participant in this magic knowledge contest, and I am accompanying the family.

"Theodore?" Mithella recalled.

She remembered that the teacher at Doron Academy had mentioned the name. In the age group of eight to fourteen, Theodore's strength is the most shocking. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be Alana's younger brother.

Between him and Ingrid, I'm afraid there is a fight.

Then she will look at Victor's face and show mercy to her subordinates.

"Tomorrow night, Doron Academy will hold a networking dinner for all the contestants, and I hope to see you there." Misetla collected her thoughts and smiled generously and appropriately.

The sword teacher's eyes widened slightly.

Don't look at it as an invitation, it's actually not friendly.

During each Magic Wizard Knowledge Competition, there will be two banquets in Duolong City. On the night of the end of the first round of the final race, there is an interactive dinner for all the contestants, which the big names don't usually attend.

On the evening of the second round of the final race, a small dinner was held for the top six winners. His Majesty Delaven, the dean of Doron College, and the judges of the competition will all attend.

The first one was the first one that Missera invited Alana, implying that the children of the Sos family might not be able to make it to the top six.

Hey, how suddenly the atmosphere became subtle.

"Yes," Alanna bowed slightly, her back straightened, "we'll be in Doron for a while, looking forward to our next meeting with you." Losers

don't lose. What's more, she didn't say that Theodore would definitely win and attend the second dinner. Even if they lose, they will be able to travel around the city for a few more days.

Miccella smiled and didn't say anything more.

"Congratulations," said the parents and children, who stood up one after another, excitedly exchanging their feelings about meeting the demigods.

The swordsmanship teacher looked confused. He thoughtHis Majesty Missera came to this class specifically for him, but the other party came to see him, said a few words to a parent and left?

Liz breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Alanna.

Alana stroked her hair, "Let's go, go to the library."

"Library!" Theodore jumped excitedly, pulled Liz and ran forward.

Alana and Liam followed them from a distance.

She didn't ask Liam about his perception of "Mycella", which was "cheating".

"God has erased the traces of the earthly world, so there is no such thing as a family of God. But the demigods have always stayed in the mortal world, and can protect the family to the greatest extent. Do the religions allow this? "It's

been like this since ancient times, but 'god affinity' has nothing to do with blood." Liam said.

"In this way, the god affinity test can be regarded as fair and just." It is completely natural selection, not God making the decision, and human intervention cannot be done.

"Perhaps."

"What is the Door of Enlightenment?"

Hearing this question, a subtle void rose in Liam's heart.

The Gate of Enlightenment was born after His sleep, so He really didn't know what it was. But when he heard the priest mention it, he had a hunch and asked Gaudí.

"An artifact."

Rao is Alana's imagination, no matter how rich her imagination is, she would never have thought that Liam, the god of war, would secretly prepare an answer in advance. Her eyes lit up, "You know?

Liam calmly said, "It's an artifact created by a demigod of the Cult of Deity, in the form of a quill, and its wits are generated from the demigod's consciousness fragments.

"Hold it and you'll enter a closed room where you'll be asked questions and investigated."

"It sounds a bit like my original night watchman assessment, which was the Donglai Fantasy Space made by Gaudi." Alana said.

"Similar, but with three differences. First, the door of enlightenment does not flow at the same rate as real time. It seems to us that the writer may have only been in contact with the pen for ten minutes. But in his own opinion, he may have spent two hours in his room. Time

flows!

This was Alana's first encounter with this type of artifact, and sure enough, the Cult of Nature's casting skills were not blown.

"So, accepting questions from the Door of Enlightenment will consume a lot of mental energy from the contestants?"

"Yes," Liam explained to her, "So, the arena always prepares the students with elixirs, and the priest will stand by to watch the students.

"Understood, what about the second point?"

"The second point is the same as the first, and the questions of the Enlightenment Gate will become more difficult with the passage of time. So the more time spent in the room, the better the student's talent.

"But we don't see much of the time in the outside world, so the quills will take on different colors to show the results. The closer you are to red, the better you are.

"It's really smart, it's the equivalent of a result on the spot." At this point, Alanna understood why the priest just said that the assessment method was the "Door of Enlightenment", so it was difficult to cheat.

"The third point is that the questions of the Enlightenment Gate are a compression and exercise of the students' mental strength, so the examination process itself is a reward. In the past, there were even students who came out of the Gate of Enlightenment and their spiritual power was promoted on the spot.

"It's kind of interesting," Alana whispered.

A faint smile crossed Liam's eyes.

"How do you know in such detail, though?" Given that Liam hadn't been interested in anything before, she had always thought that he might be "illiterate".

"The library has arrived," Liam quietly digressed.

Alanna Waner.

*

The next day, at 3 p.m
., the first round of the
final round of the Magic Knowledge Contest will be held in the Dawn Break T field of Duolong Academy. It can accommodate thousands of people and sits in the middle of the garden, and the ground is carved with stone slabs with runic formations for relaxation.

In order to keep the arena quiet, Dolong Academy has set up a transparent square dome in the center of the plaza to separate the playing field from the viewing area.

At the same time, the qualifications of spectators are restricted. There were only students and teachers from the major academies, the staff of the Magic Wizard Research Institute, the judges in charge of the invigilation, and the dignitaries and nobles of Duolong City.

Alana and Liz sat in the fifth row of the West End, nearly 100 meters away from the VIP seats. Theodore is lining up in the queue of contestants, ready to enter the competition area.

"Ingrid · Pass."

This sentence attracted everyone's attention.

It was the granddaughter of the crown of Misetra, the undoubted focus of the competition. Light purple hair, fair skin, like an elf girl coming out of the snow.

"Miss Ingrid, please get a pre-match check." The Wise Priest bent down and smiled amiably.

In this competition, it is forbidden to bring any magic weapons, artifacts or strange artifacts with substantial effects, and it is also forbidden to drink spiritual potions or plant formations in advance.

"Hmm," Ingrid hung her head, her expression indistinct.

The priest formed a magic circle with his hand, and a faint purple light enveloped Ingrid. After a few seconds, the light did not show any abnormality, and faded like a stream.

"Theodore · Sos."

Theodore puffed out his small chest and stood in front of the priest with a smile raised.

A faint purple glow fell again, but this time it shook significantly, rolling up and down around Theodore for more than ten seconds, and it still didn't recede.