My physics masters couldn't possibly be grand mages.

Besides learning about structural design, Char spent most of his time learning alchemy over the past two months.

I mainly went with Tesla.

In class, he learned about something called a magic weapon.

The products of alchemy have different functions, including defensive, offensive, and auxiliary ones.

However, ordinary magical artifacts usually need to be infused with magic power periodically, or they need to purchase liquefied ether to replenish them.

However, there is a type of magical artifact that does not need this; they are naturally able to draw magical energy from their surroundings to replenish themselves.

The method for making these magical artifacts has been lost, so each one can fetch an astronomical price in the magical world.

For some high-level mages, such magical artifacts are practically their most prized possessions.

At this moment, during an exam after entering the Tower of Truth, a second-tier freshman actually used this kind of magical tool.

Some magicians specialize in alchemy or potion-making, so they are allowed to bring alchemical tools and potions into the exam, but not exceeding the second tier.

However, this ancient magical artifact is not included in this evaluation system because it is a weapon that becomes stronger as its owner becomes stronger, with a percentage-based increase.

Clearly, it's unlikely that anyone in the Tower of Truth would have thought of using such a magical artifact for an exam.

No, perhaps I thought of it, but I acquiesced to it....

The monster's death was like throwing a fire into a room filled with kerosene.

This instantly brought the tunnel to a boil.

Sharp, piercing screams rose and fell.

Then, they moved.

Like a tidal wave, it surged in from all directions.

The dense sound of footsteps and the deep roars sent chills down even the spine of Char, who was watching the battle.

"Hold the formation!" the tall boy shouted, pushing forward with both hands.

"boom!"

The shockwave from the air cannon blasted away the three that were at the very front.

The grayish-white body tumbled through the air and crashed into the rock wall.

But more has already been added.

The bowstring vibrated.

The girl holding the bow stood in the center of the formation, her long silver hair blown about by the air currents, revealing her sharply defined profile.

She held the bow in her left hand and drew the string with her right. Magic condensed at her fingertips into a slender arrow of light, which she nocked and released.

"Buzz—"

The beam of light pierced the air and precisely struck the eye socket of a monster that was lunging at the tall man.

The monster's body froze in mid-air for a moment before crashing to the ground.

Her movements were beautiful and precise, and incredibly fast, with almost no pauses.

But there are too many monsters.

Char counted them; there were at least twenty in his field of vision, not counting those that had emerged from deeper within.

A monster crawling close to the ground suddenly accelerated, bypassing their line of sight from the side, and heading straight for the red-haired girl who was casting a spell.

The red-haired girl was maintaining a semi-transparent barrier with both hands, her forehead covered in sweat, clearly unaware of the threat from her flank.

"Elena! To the right!" the archer shouted.

Her bow was already drawn, but three more were rushing at her at the same time, so she had to choose one side.

At the critical moment, the boy with the scepter suddenly turned around, and a blinding light burst from the top of the scepter.

The monster that had launched the attack was momentarily stunned by the bright light, letting out a sharp roar and instinctively shielding its eyes with its arm.

Elena seized the opportunity to remove the barrier, rolled backward, and narrowly avoided the grab.

The monster's claws grazed her shoulder, tearing the fabric and leaving a long, bloody gash.

At the same time, the tall man drew his sword and stabbed the monster through the chest.

The tall man yelled, "Move over here!"

The four people regrouped and stood back-to-back in a circle.

But the monster's attack did not stop.

Char noticed that they were clearly much smarter than the mice.

They will probe and make feints.

Moreover, in the deeper darkness, a larger silhouette than the others was rapidly approaching.

The man with the scepter spotted it and threw it again, sending a flash of light through the air.

The silhouette emerged from the depths of the tunnel.

It was a size larger than ordinary monsters, nearly two meters tall, with bulging muscles, but full of agile explosive power.

Its head has a vertical slit that reveals a dense array of barbed teeth when it opens.

"What the hell is this thing?" the boy holding the scepter asked in a strained voice.

The archer didn't speak. She raised her bow, aimed at the dark red monster, and released the string.

The light arrow pierced the air at an extremely high speed.

But the monster tilted its head slightly.

The light arrow grazed its ear, struck the rock wall behind it, and blasted up a small patch of rubble.

The archer's eyelashes fluttered. She drew her bow again and fired three arrows in quick succession.

It dodged the first arrow by turning to the side, and the second arrow hit its shoulder, but only penetrated less than two centimeters.

The third arrow was aimed at its head. It raised its arm to block, and the arrow pierced its forearm.

It glanced down at the wound, then looked up and stared at the archer.

The crack opened.

"Aaaaaah!!!!"

It wasn't an ordinary sound; it was a sound wave with magic.

The expressions on all four people's faces contorted simultaneously. The archer gritted her teeth, her hand gripping the bow trembling.

This is definitely not second order.

Worse still, the ordinary monsters, upon hearing this shriek, responded with their own shrieks as if they had been given a stimulant.

The waves surged even more fiercely.

"Eamon!" the man with the scepter shouted.

Emmon realized what was happening and, trembling, pulled a glass bottle from his person and uncorked it.

But at the same time—

The archer's beam pierced a monster's chest, and the monster fell, but others rushed forward, having already trampled over its corpse.

She took a step back, her back bumping into the tall man's shoulder.

Just as Eamon raised the bottle to drink it all in one gulp, it fell to the ground and shattered, spilling liquid all over the floor.

His face turned pale instantly.

But this moment distracted the archer, and the monster that charged over the corpses dodged her arrow and arrived in front of her in the blink of an eye.

She held the longbow in her hand to block.

The monster bit down on the bow, the impact causing her to stumble back a few steps.

"Sylvia!"

Amon reacted quickly, raising his sword to slash at the thing, trying to help Sylvia out of the predicament.

But another monster rushed over and bit his right hand, which was holding a sword.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Amon roared in agony as his sword fell to the ground.

"Launch the flare!" Elena yelled. "We have enough points!"

Despite the pain, Amon pulled the pin on the flare at his waist, and Elena and the man with the scepter also pulled their pins.

Almost simultaneously, a magic circle appeared beneath their feet, and then they vanished from the spot.

However, Sylvia hadn't left yet; she was still fighting the monster that was biting the Silver Moon Bow.

The Silver Moon Bow is very important to her family, and she absolutely cannot leave it here.

She drew the dagger from her waist and plunged it into the monster's head.

However, its teeth were firmly stuck to the longbow, and it did not loosen its grip even after its head was pierced.

Just as she was about to pry open the thing's teeth, another group of monsters rushed over.

Sylvia gritted her teeth, staring at the monster so close to her, a sense of despair gradually enveloping her.

"boom!!"

—A short, sharp explosion occurred five meters in front of her.

The blue-white fireball suddenly expanded, and the heat wave, along with the shockwave, spread in all directions. The nearest gray-white monsters were directly blown away, and their charred limbs were scattered all over the ground.

The deafening explosion echoed through the mine, making everyone's ears ring.

Sylvia turned around abruptly to look behind her.

Before the flames had completely died down, she saw a figure emerge from the tunnel entrance.

With black hair, a dark blue magic robe, and carrying a dim lantern, he walked slowly, as if strolling in his own backyard.

But in his other hand, floating was a shimmering sphere, the size of a grapefruit, its surface shimmering with iridescent light...