Unspeakable bubbles

Section 159, Chapter 158, Qualified

The old gardener pondered for a moment, then released his senses. After confirming several times, he still could not detect the presence of any of the newcomers from the surrounding crowd.

The old man suddenly raised his head; at that moment, he activated the highest level of access to the secret realm.

With a shift of his gaze, he had already seen through another trial ground.

There, a black rabbit doll was running happily across the field.

Carmen's territory was already in complete chaos. The once wise and virtuous Marquis Carmen had become the 'mad Marquis,' and many nearby lords were eager to make a move.

Fortunately, the Marquis was very shrewd, and the royal family also publicly voiced their support, so the nobles who had been tempted had to restrain themselves for a while.

However, faced with the approaching Black Tide, the shattered future was irreversible.

'Looks like I'll have to add some restrictions from now on; I can't let those shady characters get the trial qualifications.'

'This rabbit is purely for laughs.'

The old gardener shook his head and muttered to himself, "Unacceptable!"

He turned his head, his gaze trying to penetrate another trial ground, but an invisible barrier appeared out of nowhere, and no matter how hard the old man concentrated, the scene before him remained blurry.

'...Did that guy come in too?'

The old man sighed. He, with the highest authority, should not have been rejected by the Trial Grounds, but there are always exceptions.

If it's someone with the same permissions who's deliberately trying to obstruct you, there's nothing you can do about it.

'It seems the problem lies there.'

"They've launched their final attack!" Andy's voice rang in the old man's ears. He was about to speak when he noticed his feet were trembling slightly!

wrong!

The old gardener suddenly realized that it wasn't just the city wall beneath his feet that was shaking, but the entire trial ground, and even the entire secret realm, was shaking!

The sudden change threw everyone into a panic, but the anomalies continued.

The shaking beneath our feet grew more and more violent, making us almost suspect that the city wall would collapse at any moment.

Faint shouts rang in people's ears. At first, they could be ignored, but the sound grew louder and louder, and in a moment, it turned into a wave that swallowed everything.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

"King of Terror!!!"

Andy's mind was buzzing. He felt a strange fear whenever he heard that name.

The soldiers were thrown into disarray. If the chaotic creatures were to launch a full-scale attack at this moment, they could likely crush the human resistance in one fell swoop.

Fortunately, the chaotic beings were more affected than the humans.

Their disorganized ranks suddenly descended into chaos, with some chaotic creatures even beginning to attack each other.

"The King of Terror?" The old gardener looked bewildered.

He vaguely felt that the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

"When, where, did I hear it before?"

The elderly man did not believe that he was senile or that his memory was declining.

"This name must have some unusual meaning, so why did I forget it?"

His expression shifted between anger and uncertainty: "Who, who erased my memory of this name!"

The mutation didn't last long, and in the end, humanity benefited.

The chaotic creatures temporarily ceased their attack at the summons of their respective lair leaders, retreating a short distance to the cheers of the people on the city walls.

However, neither Andy nor the old gardener had paid any attention to this Kuroshio Current.

Andy glanced at the old man's face from time to time, and saw that the old gardener was at a loss and his face was filled with fear.

Whether viewed from a subjective or objective perspective, the elderly are truly exceptional individuals.

Such an outstanding person only discovered that his memories had been altered by chance during this incident.

Who can tamper with their own memory, and why would they do so?

The old gardener was very clever. Clever people often like to think deeply and in detail, but this time, the old man dared not think too much.

It's terrifying to think about! It's terrifying to think about!

"What do we do next?" Andy asked cautiously, seeing that the old man's complexion had finally improved.

"Let's take one step at a time."

The old man let out a sigh, seemingly speaking to Andy, yet also seemingly speaking to himself.

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Despite a stroke of luck, Carmen's territory was ultimately unable to reverse its defeat due to the severe imbalance of power.

Relying on the previously constructed defense system, the brave soldiers tenaciously resisted the Black Tide... for two days.

Two days later, Carmen's main force collapsed, and Marquis Carmen, under the cover of his personal guards, fled back to the Marquis's mansion.

"As expected, I still lost. In the end, it seems I didn't salvage anything. No, compared to what you did before, I am far inferior."

Late at night, Andy donned his armor, skillfully mounted his horse, and shouldered his spear.

The Marquis and her child had already been sent to the palace by his men, and Andy hoped that doing so would earn him some points.

In the end, I ended up with nothing.

So said the old gardener, no, the real Marquis Carmen.

“However, what you did is something I wanted to do but couldn’t.” Marquis Carmen smiled, glancing wistfully at the skeleton warriors.

"I've always thought that if I had made an effort back then to gain the approval of everyone, well, at least their families, would Robin and the others have been able to stay true to themselves in the end?"

Marquis Carmen's words caused a stir among the skeleton guards. They looked at the old man, puzzled, wondering if he had gone mad under immense pressure.

However, the skeleton warriors were soon drawn to the chaotic creatures in their line of sight.

"The chaotic creatures are attacking. Thank you for staying with me until the end!"

Andy raised his spear high and shouted, "Let's go! Let's protect our last glory!"

He spurred his horse and charged first toward the chaotic creatures, with the skeleton warriors close behind.

There was no dramatic reversal; in a short time, the Skeleton Guards had been wiped out.

Just as Andy was tackled by the chaotic creature, he heard the Marquis's calm voice in his ear: "You've passed."

A repulsive force shoved Andy away from the trial grounds. Getting up, Andy found himself back to his appearance before entering the secret realm.

"I passed?"

With barely concealed excitement in his voice, Andy asked the old marquis in front of him.

"That's right. There were three candidates this time. One was eliminated, one passed, and the last one... is still undergoing trials."

Andy frowned and looked around. He spotted a black rabbit plush toy hiding far away from him, its head in its hands.

The rabbit was terrified. It had been on its way to find its little owner, but somehow it had ended up in a strange place.

An old man gave him a cold look and then ignored him, while another annoying guy was looking at him with ill intent.

'Little master, where have you gone? Help the bunny!'

Section 160, Chapter 159: The Last Trialer

"There's another one? Has that guy's trial not ended yet?"

Faced with Andy's nervous question, the Marquis nodded: "There is indeed one more. Judging from the time, the black tide there has already erupted."

The three trial participants entered the secret realm at roughly the same time, which means that the last trial participant who has not yet shown up is still resisting the black tide!

Upon realizing this, Andy's expression turned very grim.

He deeply understood the difficulty of this trial. Just because a marquis was able to lead the undead legion to repel the Black Tide in history did not mean that others could do the same.

Now that I think about it, even if I followed the Marquis's actions and rebuilt the Undead Legion according to the 'strategy' in the journal, could I really defeat the Black Tide?

Andy lacked confidence, and he wasn't even sure if he could successfully rebuild the Undead Legion.

The fact that the one who didn't show up was able to hold out for so long means that at least the Undead Legion was successfully built, and on a considerable scale!

"It seems the last one has followed in your footsteps," Andy said casually.

These words may seem harmless at first glance, but they actually conceal malicious intent.

Would a marquis choose someone who follows in his footsteps as his successor?

Marquis Carmen was about to speak when he suddenly paused.

He discovered that the power that had been interfering with his ability to spy on the trial grounds had disappeared.

'What does he mean? He was so secretive before, and suddenly he's become so open.'

The Marquis frowned, thought for a moment, and then drew a circle in front of him with his hand.

"Let's see how the last one performs."

As the semi-transparent, high-angle view unfolds, an exceptionally fierce battle is reaching its climax.

Black, white, silver, and gold—the battlefield was divided into four areas according to their colors.

Black and white cover the largest areas, followed by silver, while gold is just a tiny dot that is almost overlooked compared to the others.

"Silver, and gold immortal warriors?" Andy was astonished.

He had seen white skeletons before, but what about those seemingly powerful undead warriors? There was no record of them in his notes.

"The more an undead warrior kills, the stronger he becomes. Silver warriors are elite warriors, and gold warriors are skeleton generals."