Chapter Eighty-Three: Soren’s Trial!
Modo City. Military Camp.
George reported to the military camp early in the morning because there was a selection process the day before, and the higher-ups of Modo City needed to choose three people to complete a relatively important task. As the most talented among the officer class, George undoubtedly fought hard for the opportunity. He needed a chance to prove his strength.
Shortly after George arrived at the camp, two other individuals appeared.
One was a cold-faced Drow Warrior, and the other was a fierce-looking Indigenous Person. These two were also candidates for the task, and George recognized the Indigenous Person, whose name was Haruk. He was one of the recently risen Indigenous People, responsible for the prayers in his clan. After being captured as a slave by Modo City, he worked hard to gain citizenship, reaching the status of a third-class citizen. He then gained military merit during the demon invasion campaign, quickly rising through several ranks to become an honorary citizen of Modo City.
Haruk could be seen as an idol for many Indigenous People, going from a slave to one of the new elites of Modo City.
Only the order of Modo City could give these foolish Indigenous People such opportunities.
“Is everyone here?”
In front of them stood a cold-faced man with dark skin and gleaming eyes, wearing an emblem that represented his origin from the Church’s Judgement Department.
The cold man looked over the three and said in a somber tone, “This task is an important test.”
“The Lord has personally ordered the selection of suitable candidates.”
“If you are all prepared, follow me.”
Naturally, the three nodded.
Currently, the war situation in Modo City was not very pressing, and they had long awaited an opportunity to demonstrate their strength.
Then, the three were taken to the rear of Modo City, which was the forbidden area of the laboratory. They passed through a portal and soon arrived at a very peculiar place.
They did not meet Lord Soren. Instead, they were greeted by a cold-faced Northern Witch, who was responsible for their arrangements.
“Stand in these positions.”
The Northern Witch appeared to be of middle age, exuding an aura of authority that indicated she once belonged to the upper echelons of the Northern Region. She glanced at the three and said, “Once you step onto these stone platforms, you will enter an illusion.”
“What you need to do is defeat the enemies within the illusion. Then do your best to survive.”
“Let’s begin.”
After hearing the Northern Witch’s words, George exchanged a puzzled glance with the others. However, the soldiers of Modo City had long been trained to obey orders without hesitation, even knowing the risks involved. So the three quickly took their positions on the stone platforms. Once they were in place, the Northern Witch muttered something to the air, and immediately, a series of magical lights appeared. Subsequently, George and the others felt a wave of dizziness.
………………
In an endless canyon.
When George and the others came to, they found themselves no longer in their original location, but in a vast canyon. Surrounding them was a thick mist, and they could vaguely see many things.
“Is this really an illusion? It feels so real!”
George looked at his hands and then felt his surroundings, mumbling, “Incredible! It feels completely real!”
The other two wore surprised expressions as well.
But before they could take stock of their surroundings, a cold metallic voice rang out:
“The Demon Legion will arrive on the battlefield in 30 seconds!”
“Crush them!”
As the cold metallic voice echoed, the mist around them began to dissipate, revealing a massive military camp before them. In front of them stood a huge weapons rack, and on the side were the appearances of three large military tents, with expressionless soldiers marching out and assembling outside the camp.
“The demons are about to open the portal!”
“Prepare for battle!”
A fully armored general emerged from the center of the camp. He was remarkably different from the other soldiers, exhibiting rich emotions that made him appear almost human. This general, encased in armor, likely had strength beyond the Legend rank. He glanced at the three and said in a deep voice, “The Demon Legion is attacking in three waves; each of you will take a team to support the front lines!”
With that, the general waved his hand, and a large warhorse was immediately brought over. He then rode off with his bodyguards towards the center front line.
The three were left standing, staring at each other.
Now that all the mist had cleared, they found themselves before an enormous military camp. There were many things they did not recognize, but they did recognize the black flag standing at the center of the camp; it was the banner of Modo City.
“What do we do now?”
George looked at the soldiers waiting for orders beside him and said, “It seems like we weren’t directly given any commands from above; it looks like we are expected to act on our own?”
The Indigenous Person Haruk glanced at him with a somewhat indifferent expression. After hesitating for a moment, he strode over toward the squad of soldiers.
Soon, he led the squad toward the battlefield on the left.
Perhaps due to feelings of exclusion, many Indigenous People had not fully integrated into Modo City. Haruk did not have much interaction with the other officers, and being somewhat stubborn, he immediately made his choice without saying much to them. Meanwhile, the Drow Warrior thought for a moment and then slowly said, “Let’s see how it goes!”
“The military order has been issued!”
“We’ll take our teams to support, and once we repel the demons, we’ll assess the situation then.”
With everything still a mystery to them, George thought it best to execute the orders and see what happened. So the two of them each led a group forward, while George, being somewhat weaker compared to the others, chose to follow the general to the center, and the Drow Warrior took the right path.
Quickly, the three divisions set off.
And in the uppermost space, a pair of eyes quietly observed everything.
—”Change the reality [Divine Power]!”
The figure in the void watched over the entire canyon, pondered for a moment, and then waved a hand, causing a seismic shift. On the other side of the canyon, a massive portal appeared, followed by three smaller portals opening in succession, from which countless Coward Demons swarmed out, mixed in with a portion of even more savage Frenzied Combat Demons.
The Demon Legion seemed to have received orders, immediately surging toward the military camp.
Thousands of demons poured forth like a tidal wave, seemingly poised to crush everything in their path in an instant! The three who had just entered this world were unaware of their impending fate, cautiously leading their armies forward.
………………(To be continued ~^~)
