Don't confiscate my citizenship

The gate in front of the void portal is also the last safety level.

"Due to the absolute strictness of the prison, even if a trainee prison guard encounters a life threat at an intermediate level, he may not be rescued. If he is seriously injured, disabled, or killed due to lack of ability, the prison will not be responsible. These terms are what you should use when applying for internship projects. Everyone has signed the notification form, are you sure?"

The prison guard wearing a Herrom uniform stared at the students headed by Hyperion with a solemn expression, holding a stack of documents in his hand and said.

"no problem."

Hyperion confirmed.

Soon, the poet who was half a beat too slow also nodded.

"Is she really here for the internship assessment?"

The prison guard glanced at the five students, staring at the black-haired and green-eyed poet with disdain and said.

The leader, Miss Miriam Milford, is obviously the captain, and the three silent students behind them all look quite powerful, and they have a strange and chilling temperament about them, but the one next to her is the weakest. The girl with black hair and green eyes looks a bit like she hasn't woken up.

But this girl is particularly conspicuous, making people's eyes unconsciously want to stay on her for half a moment.

"That's just the way she is, it's okay."

Hyperion sighed.

At this moment, the poet of great love next to her was wearing a dark mask. The confining mask-like structure locked her jaw tightly, which could weaken the effect of the music magic and the spiritual magic emitted by herself to a certain extent, so as not to let her This body seriously disrupts other people's minds when it opens its mouth.

However, once she didn't speak, even if she didn't think about anything, her eyes were gentle and bright, clearer than the green spring water, as if she had natural love for everything in the world.

When she occasionally moved her gaze, her hair and skirt swayed slightly, and the unique floral fragrance on her body was like a lingering short song in summer, and the rustling mountain wind in autumn swept through her heart and mind.

The confinement mask adds a sense of unbridled ferocity and danger to her, and her demeanor still strongly demonstrates that she is a rare beauty in the world. This just right sense of mystery makes people want to explore her appearance.

In response to the prison guard's doubts and overly focused gaze on the black-haired, green-eyed poet, the three overlord priests behind Hyperion all rolled their eyes and stared blankly at the prison guard, making the prison guard's spine tremble. I felt chills consciously and stopped talking subconsciously.

"... Just make sure you understand the risks."

The prison guard immediately understood 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 confidants trained by the Overlord Catholic Church. They are also elite soldiers of the Overlord branch. They thought that Hyperion was also from their Overlord branch. Under the order of the bishop, they came to pretend to be Protos Royal Academy of Magic. A third grader who assists Hyperion and the Great Love Poet.

It should be a very happy thing for Hyperion to have three elite fifth-level thugs who take orders from her.

But the problem is that the day before departure, Lan Qi first prepared for them the new identities of the Snowfield Province and the Protos Royal Magic's student registration. Then Lan Qi and the poet Da Ai gave these three direct soldiers a short-term training. Adaptive sprint training.

Now the eyes of the three of them are a bit wrong.

In addition to loyalty and indifference, there is also a trace of chaotic fanaticism, as if the spiritual network has been synchronized and can dedicate everything to the mother of the Overlord Catholic Church and the Overlord Son.

This reminded Hyperion again of the five members of the team of fighters from Icerite Academy, and she even felt that the three guys behind her were even more terrifying.

Having said that, the five members of the Fighter Team are still being transformed on the basis of normal and honest students...

And these three direct soldiers themselves are the elite foundation of the Resurrection Church.

Hyperion couldn't imagine how far they had evolved.

The prison guard said nothing more and released a few people so that they could leave the base level as soon as possible and enter the negative level of the prison.

Obviously these five students all looked human, and the thorough tests in Helrom Prison showed that they were pure human beings. However, the prison guards felt that they were an elite team composed of five demons.

Hyperion looked at the prison guard's eyes and felt that her citizenship had been deprived of her citizenship inexplicably. She didn't want to be embarrassed anymore, so she quickly led the beloved poet and two female and one male direct soldiers through the checkpoint and stepped into the deep The void portal on the purple water.

Suddenly, this invisible pulling force seemed to draw the body of the visitor into an endless unknown world. With a brief sound, the disappearance of sight and a sudden acceleration of weightlessness, they seemed to fall from the air until they decelerated smoothly. Finally came to a brand new underground world.

…

At the same time, the distant southern continent.

Kingdom of Hutton, capital of Icerita.

In spring, as the winter frost has completely melted away, Icerite College welcomes the first ray of sunshine in the morning. The morning glow spreads gently across the sky, like the colors carefully swayed by an artist.

The buildings of the Sage's Courtyard wake up in the morning light, and the dew drops flicker on the windowsill, 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 the office, quietly looking out the window at the beautiful campus scene.

The new semester has already started for a month, but he always feels that this semester is much calmer than the last semester.

Every day is quite relaxing and comfortable.

I don't know what the difference is.

Although occasionally there are still some rumors about him in school, but they are not as outrageous as before.

"Oh, are there any newly promoted high-level clergy who are about to complete the assessment? That's a great thing."

Loren suddenly seemed to sense something. He closed his eyes on the chair and used magic to sense the distant situation, taking a sip of coffee from time to time.

All I saw was a black-haired aristocratic student disguised as a woman participating in the assessment in the perspective space that transcended dimensions.

Loren felt that she was inexplicably familiar, but he had never seen her before.

"Is this the priest chosen by the Goddess Saint Artemis..."

Loren has never seen this prison, but judging from the text of the scene, it should be in Herom, the capital of the Protos Empire.

He quickly analyzed the situation clearly. He should be a priest from the Kingdom of Estherland, disguised as a noble from the Protos Empire, and went to Herom Prison to perform an important task.

The only one closest to the Protos Empire is Artemis, who is stationed in the Kingdom of Estherland.

In the Northern Continent, apart from the Chosen Saint, the only person who can recognize this level of clerical mission is the Chief Judge, but the Chief Judge is probably still killing people in the Disaster Service.

In addition to the divinely chosen saint who came here first, opposite him, a blur of light and shadow soon appeared on the other side.

They occupy the four corners and cannot communicate, and even their figures are just composed of light groups.

Although it was just an outline, the new light and shadow that appeared in this space nodded to him, and Loren returned the greeting.

That was the Holy Knight Captain 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 were a rare friendship between gentlemen. Even though Loren had never seen the true appearance of the Holy Knight under the armor, he still I believe that the Holy Knight Captain is a like-minded and noble comrade-in-arms.

It wasn't until a long time passed that the last supervisor of the assessment appeared.

The presiding judge glanced at him and disappeared again.

The meaning should be to confirm that the other three are there, then he can leave without worries.

"..."

None of the three expressed any thoughts, but continued to pay attention to the assessment.

Although this assessment was unexpected for the high priests and paladin captains on the southern continent, they knew just from seeing Herrom Prison that there was obviously a major need in the northern continent, so they would send the priests. Go deep into that prison on an extremely dangerous mission.

Loren always felt that this priest looked more and more familiar, but he couldn't tell what was going on.

Then, when he noticed the woman next to the priest being tested——

Although she was wearing a mask, only her eyebrows could be seen under her dark hair.

But her color scheme made Loren's hand holding the cup ring tremble.

Now when Loren looks at the students' film world, whenever he sees black and green, he will subconsciously feel something is wrong! for fear that the clergy would be contaminated.

The female priest who was being assessed must be Artis's heartthrob and must not be contaminated! Now there are rumors in Icerita that he, Loren, is the leader of the cult, and the students he teaches brainwash the priests more cruelly than the Church of Resurrection!

Loren took a deep breath, thought about it carefully, and calmed down.

Lan Qi is not a girl, so she really thinks too much.

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