Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

The so-called strength suppression formation is not uncommon in the box garden.

Many gift games use this formation.

But no matter what, these formations have one common feature.

That is, the person who presides over the formation can only suppress those who are far weaker than himself.

“I didn’t expect that among the lower classes today, a four-digit breaker would appear quietly.”

"Fortunately, we didn't go up there stupidly."

Agares walked slowly towards Bal and leaned against the tree trunk where Bal was sitting.

"But, Bal, how did you guess that there was something wrong with that man's strength?"

Agares asked with a little curiosity.

Bal just shook his head slightly.

His thoughts began to go back to last night, and he spoke softly with a calm expression on his face.

"There's not so much speculation. It's just long-standing dissatisfaction."

"It's just an unexpected effect that happened as a result of following the flow."

Recall the conversation between Vitan and Baal last night.

Agares also nodded his head.

But new questions also arise.

"But if that's the case, why did that person take this approach?"

"Samikina isn't very smart though."

"But at least he has good eyesight. What kind of person can produce such an effect?"

"At the lower levels, a four-digit break means something."

"Unless Samkina's head was hit by the door, there is no way he didn't know about this."

The questions Agares raises are very realistic.

The four-digit number is an exception, as the gods and Buddhas of the upper level cannot visit the lower level in person with their true divine bodies.

It’s the two-digit number on the lower level.

It is the strongest fighting force among the lower classes, an existence that no one else can reach.

Unexpectedly, when Bal heard it, he just laughed and shook his head.

"Don't underestimate that guy Samkina."

"The four-digit extraordinary strength is indeed enough to daunt him."

"But the one standing behind him should cause some trouble to the leader."

Agares' brows suddenly frowned.

"No way, will His Majesty Lucifer come down personally?"

“This shouldn’t be the case!”

Bal simply sneered.

"Come on, how could that Majesty be possible."

"I'm talking about someone else."

Baal was being mysterious, but Agares wanted to ask him something.

But looking at his expression, he seemed to be very cautious.

Agares did not continue to ask.

Just at this time!

In the space in front of Baal, a black singularity began to twist.

A tall girl wearing a red formal suit similar to an OL's and with long gray-silver hair.

A woman with a charming face full of mature charm and a pair of small glasses, who looked to be in her twenties or thirties, walked out directly from it.

"You two, please follow me now."

"We will measure your qualifications for elf master."

"And the method of issuing a temporary contract spirit to you."

Looking at the woman in front of him, Bal's pupils became inexplicably deeper.

"A virtual life? It's so real that it can be mistaken for real."

"It seems that this person not only has extraordinary attainments in space, but his level of illusion is probably only one step away."

With Bal's keen eyesight, how could he not see what kind of means the woman in front of him was made of?

But it is clear.

Only then will you be genuinely surprised.

"From this perspective, this unexpected step I took seems to have had a pretty good effect."

The corners of Bal's mouth curled up and he jumped directly down from the tree trunk.

"Agares, go take a look?"

Agares's shoulder moved, and the crow on his shoulder flapped its wings and flew away.

"Then go and take a look?"

"Anyway, I'm here!"

……

This is a pure white school with an overall Nordic architectural style.

The people who gathered in the Forest of Elf were directly placed in one of the classrooms.

Each of them sat on top of one of the empty seats.

However, there were only thirty people sitting in the entire classroom, so it didn't seem crowded at all.

Guinevere, who showed her aristocratic demeanor and elegance in every gesture, sat elegantly on the bench.

In front of her was a dark blue card.

On the top of the card is engraved a magic seal that looks extremely simple, but the composition seems to hide some profound truth.

On the podium!

The lecturer with a mature and charming face and a sexy and alluring body was speaking eloquently in front of the stage.

If you look carefully.

This woman actually looks exactly like the woman who just went to pick up Bal and Agares.

But looking throughout the classroom, neither Bal nor Agares was found there.

"Sure enough, the elves here are not similar species to ours."

"They are also a completely different species from the elves of Asgard."

At the Goblin Lake in Avalon.

The elves inside feel more like spiritual bodies, a condensation of elements.

The elves in Asgard are a humanoid species.

They are born to be the epitome of nobility and beauty.

Each one is a skilled marksman and has an affinity for magic.

"Indeed, a spirit that can transform into a weapon!"

“This is really quite interesting.”

The man, wearing a suit of light silver armor and having an air that did not belong to a battlefield, looked very elegant and easy-going, and said with a smile on his face.

Due to the death of King Arthur.

It would take a very long time to select a new King Arthur.

So now the lower level of Avalon is temporarily managed by Guinevere.

Although her fighting ability is very weak.

But its ability in government administration is unquestionable.

That was why Guinevere came to participate in Vitan's gift game this time.

And Lancelot is also one of the Knights of the Round Table.

The strongest knight besides King Arthur.

It can be said that if in terms of characteristics, it is even slightly suitable for Lancelot on the battlefield.

It's really hard to say who will win between the two.

Therefore, the issue of Guinevere's protection this time was left to him.

"Lancelot, are you interested in this?"

Guinevere looked at Lancelot beside her with interest but clear eyes.

Sometimes there is such a thing as myth!

In fact, just listen to it. Many of them are random conjectures and arrangements of the sandbox poets.

Having a platonic love affair with this guy Lancelot?

forget it!

She was not very clear about the generations of Guinevere before her.

But she didn't mean that at all.

Although Lancelot was quite handsome, he was not to her taste.

"Of course I'm interested, but I don't know if I can meet the requirements."

Lancelot was also playing with his own card with great interest.

His eyes did not linger on Guinevere beside him.

Compared to the legendary Lancelot.

He would rather improve his martial arts every day.

He really didn't have any feelings about love between men and women.

"I think with His Highness Lancelot's martial arts, he will definitely be able to pass the preliminary selection."

"I'll probably leave right away in the first round."

Guinevere smiled sweetly.

She has a deep understanding of her role as a running companion.

If the gift game is the kind that requires brainpower, she would be quite confident.

However, all of them are suppressed by those with equal strength, and the rules are simple, rough and clear at first glance.

It was really beyond her ability to cope with.

"I hope so!"

Lancelot pursed his lips and said no more.

Guinevere, who felt that she had no hope of passing the level and was just here to keep up the pace, no longer focused her attention on the woman on the stage.

Instead, he silently spread out his mental power and began to explore this world.

She and Lancelot were brought here directly after they appeared in the forest.

Her mental power expanded more and more.

In a blink of an eye, it had overflowed the entire campus and spread to the entire forest.