A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 183 No Divination, No Efficiency, Going into the Mountains

Angers and Henkel agreed to a match three weeks later, and both sides were preparing intensively during this period.

The thirteen North American families contributed precious alchemical tools to arm themselves, while the Solomon Temple provided numerous dragon blood materials to concoct secret medicines that unlock the potential of hybrid species.

The Zhou family of Xiangyang remained silent, and Yuan Zhisheng was even less of a threat. He had no resources and could only help a royal-level hybrid improve his strength with the most advanced conceptual weapon, but that was beyond the reach of hybrids.

Angers wanted to give his favorite students extra tutoring, but things didn't go as planned.

For some reason, accidents have been occurring frequently in some chaotic areas around the world lately.

The intelligence Norma gathered included various bloody incidents and bizarre tragedies, which were completely out of character for a chaotic region.

Many people die from gunfire every day in these chaotic areas; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that rivers of blood flow there.

But this shouldn't be the bizarre and bloody situation. Angers even began to suspect that there might be a hidden force causing trouble.

Therefore, Angers kept sending out its elite executive officers to put out fires everywhere and deal with these sudden bloody incidents, leaving them no time to give students extra tutoring.

They asked Vice Principal Nicholas to teach the students, but Nicholas made a condition: a winter bikini beauty pageant must be held with him as the chief judge.

And then? Then nothing more happened; Angers completely ignored the shameless old man.

Taking this opportunity, Chen Motong entrusted all the senior brothers and sisters who had joined the church to help recover the extraordinary characteristics.

Not only her tasks, but also Susie's, Chu Zihang's, and Fingel's tasks were all delegated to others.

There's nothing they can do; they can't leave now and can only rely on their senior brothers and sisters. They will remember this favor and will proactively contribute their contribution points to help their senior brothers and sisters exchange for the main ingredients of magic potions.

Speaking of this, there's a funny little story.

At the two subsequent gatherings, Nuwa was truly dumbfounded, watching as her fellow members completed tasks and recovered extraordinary characteristics multiple times, their efficiency far surpassing that of Nuwa herself.

What Nuwa couldn't understand was why she, who could mobilize the Zhou family's intelligence resources, was completely inferior to the other members in this aspect.
Unable to hold back any longer, I asked and learned that the Moon Lady and the Door Lady teamed up mainly because of the Door Lady's astrological skills. When they arrived at the scene of the murder, they would perform astrological readings, and each reading was accurate, allowing them to immediately arrest and bring the perpetrators back to justice.

The rest of the group stayed at home, relying on the secret service's intelligence network and entrusting the executive branch in Cassel to collect extraordinary information from all over the country.

Nuwa almost made me depressed. Before, I thought warriors were great in every way, but now I realize that in the mystic world, abilities beyond direct combat power are also very important.

If she knew how to do divination, she wouldn't have been so inefficient. She was filled with regret.

Fortunately, Nuwa knew her mistake and corrected it. Instead of stubbornly sticking to her ways, she approached Erii and Fingel, pleading with them to buy their potion recipes.

At the very least, one must acquire the ability to divine.

Fingel still said he needed to consider it, but Erii didn't think that much about it. It was just a recipe, and since Nuwa was a good friend she recognized, Erii gave it to her directly.

The goddess Nuwa insisted on making Erii a sworn sister.

Days passed by, and soon it was early December. The sweltering heat carried many students out of the school gates and into the mountains.

There was no way around it; Han Gao and the others didn't trust Angers at all and were unwilling to enter the Kassel College.

No matter how much Angers assured the vice-principal that he would remove the cover of the Word of Power and Commandments, Han Gao and the others did not believe him.

If they go in and the vice principal reopens the rules, those whose words of power have been banned will be surrounded and dealt with by Kassel.

Out of this cautious consideration, Han Gao and others asked Ang to bring the students to the mountains for the competition.

Angers may have been very confident in his students and didn't think he would lose, so he brought almost all the students he could.

On the one hand, it is hoped that students will broaden their horizons and witness a real battle between mixed-race individuals; on the other hand, it is also to boost morale.

Good heavens, hundreds of Kassel students, armed with alchemical swords and various machine guns, followed behind Angers in a grand procession. Blown by the biting cold wind, they looked even more exaggerated than gangsters sweeping up a place.

Han Gao and his group naturally wouldn't be at a disadvantage, and many more tents were temporarily added to the tent area. Previously, the various factions had set up camps separately, trying to surround Kassel and leave no gaps.

But today is the day of the contest, and people from other factions have all gathered on Han Gao's side.

The thirteen North American families had a number of elites to offer, and the Zhou family of Xiangyang also sent fifty people, not to mention the members of the Solomon Temple Society and the Snake Clan.

There were still several hundred of them, each carrying weapons, and they gathered from both sides, facing each other in a standoff.

The falling leaves from the surrounding trees, carried by the mountain wind, carried a hint of desolation.

Angers didn't seem to mind the hundreds of people behind Henkel, and walked forward alone with a smile into the much larger tent area: "Henkel, is everything set up?"

“If it’s not finished by then, I can get that old guy Nicholas to come and help.”

"Hey." Hearing Nicholas's name, Henkel quickly waved his hand: "Of course we can handle such a small matter."

"Why bother Master Flamel?" After saying that, he had several small boxes brought in, which were neatly filled with badges.

The so-called setup refers to the competition venue and these badge alchemy tools.

Deep in the mountains next to the tent area, thirteen North American companies had arranged enough personnel in advance to set up various monitoring and recording equipment.

Create a huge competition venue.

The so-called competition is not a ring match, but a battle royale to see who can survive to the end.

They also had the alchemists employed by the thirteen families create small barrier props.

When wearing this alchemical badge, if the hybrid is attacked and causes bleeding, the item will automatically activate, creating a barrier to protect the wearer, or rather, restricting the wearer.

Don't be fooled by the impressive-sounding automatic defense shield; due to the limited capabilities of human alchemists, its defensive power is actually quite low.

It would explode after a burst of bullets, and a sniper rifle would destroy it instantly. It doesn't play a significant role in battles between hybrids, but it can be used to decide the outcome.

Whoever's barrier breaks will be eliminated; this is a rule proposed by the thirteen North American companies.

There was no other way; other factions either sent students to fight or sent hybrids who had been trained as elites from a young age.

To put it bluntly, if they die, they die. Kassel and various hybrid factions train students/elites like them every year.

The thirteen North American families are particularly outrageous. They hoard all the good things and resources for their descendants, which results in the most capable fighters among the thirteen families being their bloodline heirs.

If anything were to happen to these heirs, it wouldn't be that the family line would end—the thirteen families all have many descendants—but they are the most promising successors over the past ten years. How could anyone accept it if they were to die?
After much discussion and persuasion over three weeks, this rule was finally established.

Of course, in addition to the barrier, the badge also has a location function. After seven hours, the real-time location of everyone will be announced to prevent the battle royale from turning into a game of hide-and-seek.

"Angers, look, is there no problem?" Henkel generously let Angers inspect the badges; he wouldn't stoop so low as to make inferior badges to win.

It's not that Henkel has high standards, but doing so could easily escalate the conflict. If possible, no one wants to push Angers to the brink.

Angers glanced at the screen quickly, already understanding the situation: "No problem, shall we begin?"

"Begin." Henkel responded with a smile and waved his hand. Thirteen young men from North American aristocratic families, dressed in full gear, left the camp and ventured into the deep mountains.

Zhou Minhao led more than ten clansmen of the same age, while Zhao Xuzhen led nine knights of the same age, entering the mountain from two different directions.

As for the Snake-Gi-Hachi family?

Only Genjiro ventured into the deep mountains alone, leaving Sakura Yabuki behind. Judging from his straight back, one could tell how confident he was.

(End of this chapter)