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Chapter 589 Gael Fortress
"you--"

At this critical moment, Yuffie threw her spear at the old man, attempting to stop the suddenly appearing teleportation array.

However, before the spear could strike the enemy, her figure was completely enveloped by the light of the teleportation array.

The next second, everyone disappeared from that spot.

I don't know where I was teleported to.

The spear, imbued with the fighting spirit that Yuffie unleashed in her desperation, pierced through all obstacles and reached the old man.

The old man, Lord Jellian of Red Lion City, did not dodge, but instead reached out to grab the spear.

The air itself seemed to ripple violently from the collision of his palm and the spear.

"Boom-"

The spear came to a steady stop, less than five centimeters from Jellian's head.

While Jellian appeared unharmed, a closer look revealed that the sleeve of his arm, which had gripped the spear, was torn due to the force of the impact, and the exposed muscles showed abrasions.

"Their strength is acceptable."

Jellian spoke in a voice befitting an old man's appearance, seemingly acknowledging Euphemia's strength, but then abruptly changed the subject:

"But those who wish to participate in General Rataen's festival will need to undergo a trial."

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The teleportation caused by Jeremy was so violent that the person being teleported felt like a package being violently transported, tossed around on an assembly line.

"vomit!"

When he was finally freed from the teleportation, Fan En immediately knelt down and vomited. His senses were spinning, and he felt as if he was about to throw up his internal organs.

After he had vomited most of it, his face turned a little pale, and he finally recovered, looking around in a daze.

"Where is this?"

Accompanied by strange music, several large characters suddenly appeared in front of me.

Gael Fortress

"What?"

Van En frowned. Wasn't he just in Red Lion City? How did he end up in this unknown place in the blink of an eye?

And where are the people around him? Why is he the only one left?

"Who did this?"

He leaned against the wall to stand up, quickly regained his composure, and looked around at the so-called Gael Fortress.

To be honest, this place is much smaller than Red Lion City. You can see the end of it at a glance, and it probably can't house many people. The place he is in now seems to be the city wall, and there are no soldiers guarding it.

As Van En watched, he suddenly twitched his nose; he smelled the scent of a wild animal.

A wild roar suddenly came from below, along with the screams of humans.

He quickly ran to the city wall and looked toward the source of the sound. When he saw the scene clearly, his throat involuntarily moved.

On the only open space in Gael Fortress.

A huge white lion was slaughtering several strangely dressed people, and the roars and howls came from there.

Those men were already badly wounded and powerless against the white lion; they died before Vann could even think of helping them.

The dead at the scene were not just those people; there were many more corpses piled up like small mountains on the open ground. Some had been dead for a long time, while others had clearly died recently. The corpses were pressed together like sacks, emitting a foul stench.

The white lion trampled over their corpses, roaring triumphantly to the sky.

Then, those wild eyes fixed on him and uttered a provocative sound.

"You want me to leave?"

Fan En did not jump down in a fit of passion.

From this position, the opponent can't jump up, so he can explore safely.

"So this is the Red Lion City's defense headquarters? They specifically teleported people like us who sneaked into the city here?" he muttered to himself.

That white lion was very strong, and being a beast-type enemy, it was probably far more difficult to deal with than a humanoid enemy of similar strength.

Van En felt he might not be able to guarantee victory.

Just then, he suddenly saw a withered white spirit crouching in the corner behind him. Scholars explained these spirits as the lingering souls of the dead who refused to leave, and that some information could be gleaned from them.

Oh, Jellian, why won't you let me participate in the Battle Festival?

The spirit emitted an extremely mournful sound, and judging from its attire, it seemed to be a warrior.

Is it because my strength doesn't meet your standards that the White Lion is your trial?

【I'll kill it for you to see, and then I'll pay homage to the legend of Shattered Star.】 【I must participate in the Battle Festival】

"It's a pity that your presence here indicates that you are already dead and cannot participate in the festival."

Vann felt a pang of sorrow for the unknown warrior for a second, then stood up, walked to the city wall, and stared at the white lion below. He roughly knew what he had to do.

Only by defeating this white lion can he prove that he has the strength to participate in the Warriors' Festival and truly enter Red Lion City without being teleported out again.

With that thought in mind, he leaped down and brandished his pistol and meat saw at the white lion, who was jubilant over the slaughter.

Since he wanted to demonstrate the qualifications to participate in the festival, he wanted to show the qualities a warrior should have. Staying on the city wall and shooting a gun at the white lion was too sleazy, and he didn't like it.

But what is the legend of the shattered star?
He didn't quite understand the sentence, but he didn't have time to understand it. The white lion rushed over the moment he landed, and the sharp blades tied to his limbs slashed down mercilessly.

Vann dodged to the side, his movements the graceful stride of a hunter, proof of his apprenticeship under Father Gascoigne.

A hint of surprise flashed in the white lion's eyes, as if it was astonished that this seemingly thin human could dodge the attack, but the storm of attacks continued.

Vann dodged continuously. Having already defeated the Ominous Demon, dodging the White Lion's attacks wasn't too difficult for him. The hunter's unique drifting movements even made him appear somewhat dashing.

The faster the white lion attacked, the calmer he became and the more carefully he dodged, remaining unharmed until now.

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out at that moment, and the lion's massive body visibly paused. Vane then pounced like a ghost, his saw cleaver carving a deep X-shaped wound into its soft belly, causing blood to gush out like a fountain.

The injured white lion became even more ferocious, suddenly accelerating and striking Van En's shoulder with a heavy claw. The area clearly collapsed, and the bones must have been shattered beyond recognition.

However, Van En didn't even blink. He continued to slash, deepening the white lion's wounds. By bathing his own wounds in the enemy's blood, the injury healed rapidly.

A bloody battle between hunters and wild beasts unfolded in this place littered with corpses.

Soon after, both were covered in wounds.

"It's stronger than I expected."

Fan En poured a handful of healing potion over himself, and his injuries slowly began to heal. The white lion, on the other hand, was stained red with blood and was panting heavily, looking like it was about to give out.

Even now, Vann still hasn't transformed into a werewolf and insists on using weapons to fight.

After suffering a painful lesson from being surrounded and beaten by the Red Lion soldiers, Van En learned his lesson and vowed never to abuse the power of beast transformation again.

A hunter should act like a hunter. What kind of hunter would he be if he could transform into a beast all the time?
He also thought of his father.

He often wondered why his father would use magic to transform himself into a human and abandon his demonic body. Was being human really that good?

Although he still hasn't figured out the answer to this question, he did think that since his father longed for humans, it might be inappropriate for him to constantly transform into a werewolf.

With this in mind, he finally decided that he would no longer easily use the power of beasts, and that he would use his own weapons and create his own path in the future.

"bring it on."

Dragging his weary body, Van En charged toward the white lion.

The white lion roared, and the enraged beast launched its final attack.

"Roar--"

A few minutes after the white lion's roar faded away.

On the only tower of Gael Fortress, Vann's face appeared.

He wiped the blood splattered on his face, and looked to be in pretty good spirits.

The hunter, having drunk his fill of blood, looked up at the crimson sky, then turned his gaze to the slowly glowing portal and treasure chest at the top of the tower.

"The portal is lit up. Does this mean I'm qualified to participate in the Battle Festival?"

Instead of immediately touching the portal, Vann opened the treasure chest first.

What appeared in the treasure chest was dazzling gold.

Because the golden light appeared so suddenly, Fan En didn't have time to react and grabbed it before he could even be surprised.

The golden light dissipated, revealing a small amulet in the palm of the hand.

The Legend of Shattered Stars

[Amulets engraved with heroic legends will bestow upon the wearer the blessings of those legends, enhancing their power.]

Rataen, the hero hailed as the strongest demigod, single-handedly challenged and shattered a falling star, and it is said that the star's fate was sealed from that moment on.

"It's the story of Ratahn."

Just as Van En murmured something, the amulet in his hand suddenly burst into light, penetrating his pupils without reservation.

The next moment, a brand new image appeared before my eyes.

He saw a shooting star fall from the sky.

(End of this chapter)