The trial was held in a special area outside the holy city, which was a forest. The temple had invested many dark beasts in it and had specially divided it out for use in this trial.

"There are quite a few noble boys and girls taking part in this trial."

The carriage was moving forward. Morin stretched out his senses and felt the many young noblemen outside, thinking this in his heart.

He was surprised at the large number of noble boys, but Morin was not optimistic about their strength. Among these noble boys, the strongest was only the peak knight equivalent to a third-class wizard apprentice.

Soon, many noble sons got off the carriages. Wearing heavy armor, they gathered in the blank area designated by the temple, waiting for the trial to begin.

"Mr. Morin, after the saint appears and gives us a lecture, we will enter the trial area." Feilin whispered to Morin.

Maureen nodded and said nothing.

He looked over and saw many nobles on the high platform.

Those nobles seemed to be in their thirties or forties. They wore gorgeous robes, were tall, and had an exceptionally powerful aura. Each of them had at least the strength of a mid-level Blue Wheel Knight. They were the patriarchs of various knight families, the strongest humans in the Purgatory World, and the pillars of humanity in the Purgatory World.

They are the backbone of the knight family's survival, and the fundamental reason why humans can resist numerous dark beasts and exist in the purgatory world.

"The strength is quite good." Morin felt the aura of those powerful knights and his heart moved slightly.

The knight system in the Purgatory World is different from that of the wizards in the Wizarding World. It is unknown who will survive if a knight and wizard of the same rank fight.

On the high platform, powerful knight nobles were communicating with each other.

"The trial is about to begin again. I really don't know how many young people will successfully advance this time, and how many young people will die in the trial." A middle-aged knight with long dark golden hair sighed. He was wearing slightly old armor, and had a strong body. His aura was faintly rising, exuding the powerful breath of a Moon Knight.

"Yes, Gray, I really miss it. It has been more than ten years since we entered the trial, but when I think about it now, everything seems to be vivid in my mind."

The middle-aged man in a green robe had a weathered look on his face and was sighing. He had narrow eyes and a deep depression between his brows that almost pierced into his bones. He looked as if he had been injured before.

"Claire, these things are all in the past." Gray exhaled softly. He was the patriarch of the Saint Knight family, the Lantis family. Gray raised his eyes and looked at Claire, saying, "Let's talk business. How are the preparations going?"

Clare is the patriarch of the Rudiel family, a family of saintly knights, but he has a gentle temperament and does not have the slightest aura of a patriarch of a powerful knight family.

"It's ready. The Saint has already tacitly agreed to this matter and allowed us to act." The expression on Claire's face turned serious.

"Has the Saint agreed?"

Gray was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly and said, "That's good, that's good."

"By the way, what about Hill, how is his preparation?" He asked as if he had thought of something.

"Hill is here. We used a few slaves to try out what Hill had made. The results were good and very effective."

Claire said softly.

"Okay, then, there will be no surprises in this trial, and there won't be any other results."

"After this trial is completed, we can move on to the next step. By then, these liberal rubbish will be finished."

Gray smiled. He glanced at the gathered liberal knights and nobles and sneered, "These liberals always want too much. They don't know that humans are still very weak in this world and must unite. Otherwise, one day, humans will be swallowed up by the nearly infinite dark beasts outside."

"I have always wanted to deal with these rubbish, but it has never been convenient to do so. Now, the Saint has finally acquiesced to our actions, and with Hill, everything will be fine."

"Death to all you liberal rubbish!"

Gray snorted coldly.

"Yes, we have finally reached this day." Claire exhaled, he looked aside and said, "Aldridge is the patriarch of the Scoville family. I am afraid he would never have dreamed that the ant he could easily kill not only survived, but also became as powerful as the Moon Knight."

"But, Gray, are we going to trust that Hill just like that?" Claire turned his head and looked at Gray beside him.

"Of course, why not believe it?"

Gray smiled. He reached out his hand and gently patted Claire on the shoulder. He said, "Don't worry about whether Hill is doing this for the benefit of our Saints or simply for revenge. As long as he can kill those liberal trash, that's enough, isn't it?"

"Okay, the trial is about to begin, and the Saint is coming too. Claire, let's go down and get ready."

Gray said.

"Okay." Claire was stunned for a moment, then strode towards the back.

Many noble boys and girls were waiting in the open space, waiting for the arrival of the saint and the official start of the trial.

Not long after, a group of people appeared. Dozens of strong slaves carried an attic and walked towards this side. The saint stood on the attic, quietly gazing at the many nobles and noble boys and girls below.

"Your Excellency the Saint."

"Your Excellency the Saint."

Nobles and noble boys and girls all bowed slightly and saluted the saint.

"My dear children..." The saint was an old man with deep wrinkles on his face and gray hair. He held a black and gold scepter in his hand and exuded an aura of decay and death.

The Saint is very old, he is really old.

His voice echoed all around, preaching and encouraging many noble boys and girls.

"Chip, scan the saint and analyze his strength!" Morin's mind moved slightly, and he gave such an instruction to the chip.

"Ding! The mission has been established!"

"Mission in progress!"

"The mission has been completed, the scan results are as follows!"

"Saint, the peak strength of the Moon Knight, extremely weak, with death energy appearing in his body, danger level: medium to high!"

The chip quickly gave the scan results.

"Powerful, but extremely weak..." Morin squinted his eyes, looked at the saint on the attic, and whispered to himself.

The saint's declaration soon ended, and many noble boys and girls, together with their escort knights, walked into the trial forest. Those powerful knight nobles were staring at them, with expressions of hope or worry on their faces.

"Mr. Morin."

Feilin was a little nervous. She subconsciously turned her head and looked at Molin.

"Let's go." Morin's face was calm. He didn't say much, just smiled gently.

"good."

Feilin pursed her lips tightly, then she strode forward and walked towards the trial area in front.

The saint's name is Osiriel. In the interpretation of the purgatory world, his name means light and heat.

At this time, the saint was in the attic, quietly watching the noble boys and girls walk into the forest. His face was indifferent, without a trace of other expression.

"Sir Saint, Gray and the others are ready. Once the arrangements are completed during the trial, we can start the rest." A middle-aged man in silver armor walked up to the Saint, knelt on one knee, and looked extremely respectful. He was Odin, the commander of the Saint's guards.

"Okay, let them do it."

The saint did not say much, but simply expressed his meaning.

"By the way, how was the catch?" The saint seemed to have thought of something, turned his head and looked at Odin.

His emotions fluctuated, and his voice subconsciously revealed a hint of concern and even anxiety.

"All the girls who meet the requirements have been captured, only two are missing."

Odin whispered, "It's Feilin from the Scoville family, and Claire from the Pamlando family."

Feilin?

Claire? "So the two missing people are nobles." The saint was startled, then he exhaled softly and said, "It would be better if Feilin and Claire were not nobles, but ordinary civilians. What a pity, what a pity."

"Odin, you know that Gray and his men will take action soon. When the time comes, you should lead the guards to secretly capture Claire and Feilin."

The saint looked at Odin quietly. He spoke in a soft voice, but the meaning behind his words left no room for doubt.

"Your Excellency the Saint."

Odin said nothing. He put his forehead on the cold floor and bowed to the saint.

The saint closed his eyes slightly.

"But, Lord Saint, do you really want to do this? After all, they are monsters. I don't think they are dark beasts at all. Instead, they are some evil creatures with intelligence." Odin thought about it and finally couldn't help but raised his head and spoke.

"I know, I know, I know everything."

"In fact, I was also surprised that the dark beast actually had consciousness. It said that this world is the Purgatory World, and they are the royal family of the Purgatory World."

The saint opened his eyes, his eyes were full of emotion, and he said: "After talking with them, I also felt deep disbelief."

"Then you still..."

Odin's expression changed, and he wanted to say something.

"Odin, you know, I am very old, very old." The saint's eyes fell on Odin and said, "I am old and about to die."

"Those dark beasts said they could make me young again. If that's the case, why don't I make a deal with them?"

"In a way, this hell world actually belongs to these hell races, right?"

The saint chuckled.

He exhaled and walked deeper into the attic, leaving Odin kneeling on the ground with a look of confusion, bewilderment and hesitation on his face.