Chapter 391 Loren's stress response to the black and green color scheme
The gate in front of the void portal is also the last safety checkpoint.
"Due to the absolute strictness of the prison, even if the trainee prison guards encounter life threats in the middle level, they may not be rescued. If they are seriously injured, disabled, or killed due to lack of ability, the prison will not be responsible. You have signed the letter of understanding for these terms when applying for the internship project. Are you sure?"
The prison guard in Helrom uniform stared solemnly at several students led by Hyperion, holding a stack of documents in his hand and speaking.
"no problem."
Hyperion confirmed.
Soon, the poet of great love, who was a little slow in following suit, also nodded.
"Is she really here for the internship assessment?"
The prison guard glanced at the five students and said to the black-haired, green-eyed poet with disdain.
The leading Miss Miriam Milford was obviously the captain, and the three silent students behind her looked quite powerful, with a strange and chilling temperament. The only weakest girl with black hair and green eyes next to her looked like she had not woken up yet.
But this girl was particularly eye-catching, making people's eyes unconsciously want to stay on her for a moment.
"That's just how she is, it's okay."
Hyperion sighed.
At this moment, the poet of great love beside her was wearing a pitch-black mask. The mask-like structure locked her jaw tightly, which could weaken the effects of the music magic and word magic emitted by herself to a certain extent, so as to prevent this body from seriously disturbing other people's minds when it opened its mouth.
However, once she stopped talking, even if she seemed like she was not thinking about anything, her eyes were gentle and bright, clearer than emerald spring water, as if she had a natural love for everything in the world.
When she occasionally shifted her gaze over here, her hair and skirt swayed gently, and the unique floral fragrance on her body was like the lingering short songs of summer and the cool mountain breeze of autumn, sweeping across my heart.
The confinement mask adds a sense of unbridled ferocity and danger to her, but her demeanor still strongly shows that she is a rare beauty in the world. This perfect sense of mystery makes people want to explore her face.
In response to the prison guard's doubts and overly focused gaze on the black-haired, green-eyed poet of love, the three Tyrannical Priests behind Hyperion all rolled their eyes and stared at the prison guard blankly, causing the prison guard to feel a chill on his spine and subconsciously stop talking.
"…Just make sure you understand the risks."
The prison guard immediately realized that this girl with black hair and green eyes was the real core, and was revered and protected by the three people behind her like a princess.
“…”
Hyperion looked back at the three people, speechless.
These three people are all trusted aides personally trained by Tyrant Catholic Church, and are also elite soldiers directly under Tyrant Branch. They thought that Hyperion was also from their Tyrant Branch, so they came under the order of the bishop, disguised as third-year students of the Protoss Royal School of Magic, to assist Hyperion and the Great Love Poet.
Originally, having three elite fifth-level fighters who obeyed her orders should have been a very happy thing for Hyperion.
But the problem was that the day before departure, Lanqi first prepared a new identity for them in the Snowfield Province and their enrollment in the Protoss Royal Magic. Then Lanqi and the Great Love Poet conducted a short-term adaptive sprint training for these three direct soldiers.
Now there's something wrong in the looks of the three of them.
In addition to loyalty and indifference, there is also a hint of chaotic fanaticism, as if the spiritual network has been synchronized and he can give everything for the Tyrant Catholic Church and the Tyrant Son as the mother.
This reminded Hyperion of the five members of the Ikerit Academy Fighter Team again, and she even felt that the three guys behind her were even more terrifying.
By the way, the five members of the Fighter Team were transformed from normal and honest students...
These three direct soldiers themselves are the elite foundation of the Resurrection Church.
Hyperion couldn't imagine what level of evolution they had reached.
The prison guard said nothing more and released the few people, allowing them to leave the basic level as soon as possible and enter the underground level of the prison.
Obviously, these five students all looked like human beings, and the thorough testing at Helrom Prison also showed that they were pure human beings. However, the prison guards somehow felt that this was an elite team composed of five demons.
Looking at the prison guard's eyes, Hyperion felt that her human citizenship had been inexplicably taken away. She didn't want to embarrass herself any further, so she quickly took the Great Love Poet and two female and one male soldiers through the checkpoint and stepped into the void portal on the deep purple water.
Suddenly, this invisible pulling force seemed to suck the bodies of the visitors into an endless unknown world. With a brief sound, the disappearance of vision and a sudden acceleration of weightlessness, they seemed to fall from the air until they decelerated steadily. Finally, they came to a brand new underground world.
…
At the same time, in the distant southern continent.
The Kingdom of Hutton, the capital is Ikerite.
In the spring, Ikerite Academy welcomes the first rays of sunshine in the early morning as the winter frost completely melts away. The morning glow spreads gently across the sky, like colors carefully applied by an artist.
The buildings of the Sage's Court awaken in the morning light, and dewdrops sparkle on the windowsills, as if every drop contains the breath of spring.
On the fifth floor of the main building of the Sage Academy, Loren leaned leisurely in his office, quietly looking at the beautiful campus scene outside the window.
The new semester has started for a month, but he always feels that this semester is much calmer than the previous one.
Every day is quite relaxing and comfortable.
I don't know where the difference lies.
Although there are still some rumors about him in school occasionally, they are not as outrageous as before.
"Oh, another new high-ranking clergyman is about to complete the assessment? That's great news."
Loren suddenly seemed to sense something. He closed his eyes in the chair, using his divine power to roughly sense the distant situation, and took a sip of coffee from time to time.
All I saw in the perspective space beyond dimensions was a black-haired woman dressed as an aristocratic student taking part in the assessment.
Loren felt that she was strangely familiar, but he had definitely never seen her before.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"Is it the priest of the God-chosen Saint Artemis this time?"
Loren had never seen this prison, but judging from the text of the scene, it should be in Helrom, the capital of the Protoss Empire.
He quickly analyzed the situation. It should be a priest from the Kingdom of Aethertalan who disguised himself as a noble from the Protoss Empire and went to Helrom Prison to carry out an important mission.
The closest to the Protoss Empire is Artemis stationed in the Kingdom of Estelan.
In the Northern Continent, the only one who can undertake this level of clerical mission, besides the Chosen Saint, is the Chief Judge. But the Chief Judge is probably still in the Disaster Service, killing people everywhere.
In addition to the Chosen Saint who arrived here first and was standing opposite him, a vague light and shadow soon appeared on the other side.
They occupy the four corners and cannot communicate with each other. Even their figures are just composed of balls of light.
Although it was just an outline, the new light and shadow that appeared in this space nodded to him, and Loren also nodded back.
He was the Paladin Commander at the headquarters of the Goddess of Destiny in the Kingdom of Canberra in the southern continent. He and Loren respected each other very much and they were rare gentlemen friends. Even though Loren had never seen the Paladin Commander's true appearance under his armor, he believed that the Paladin Commander was a like-minded and noble comrade.
It was not until a long time later that the last supervisor of the assessment appeared.
The presiding judge took a look and he disappeared again.
What he meant was that he should confirm that the other three were there, then he could leave with peace of mind.
“…”
None of the three expressed any opinion, but just continued to pay attention to the assessment.
Although this assessment was unexpected for the high priests and the chief paladins on the southern continent, as soon as they saw the Helrom Prison, they knew that there was obviously a major need on the northern continent, which was why they sent priests deep into the prison to carry out an extremely dangerous mission.
Loren felt that this priest looked more and more familiar, but he couldn't tell why.
Then, when he noticed the woman next to the priest being tested—
Although she was wearing a mask, only her eyebrows and eyes could be seen from under her dark hair.
But her color matching made Loren's hand holding the cup ring tremble.
Now when Loren sees the students' film world, he will subconsciously feel that something is wrong as long as he finds black and green, for fear that the clergy will be contaminated.
The female priest being tested must be the favorite of Artemis and must not be contaminated! There are rumors in Ikerit that Loren is the leader of the cult, and the students he taught brainwashed the priests more cruelly than the Resurrection Church!
Loren took a deep breath, thought about it carefully, and calmed down.
Lanqi is not a girl, I really think too much.
Updates added/Total chapters to go: 9/36 ps: Recommend a friend's book~ (End of this chapter)