Pastor's Tantra

New Glass Island, Red Queen District, Supervisory Bureau.

The middle-aged man who was stripped down to shorts and a vest, but still had a resolute face, looked a little confused at the moment.

He sat alone in the middle of a glass cell with six transparent sides.

The solid glass interlayers were filled with layers of complex silver-white patterns, which looked like some kind of extremely expensive luxury goods.

Under the suppression of these brilliances, the extraordinary power in his body was almost completely unable to be mobilized.

His hands were bound in front of him, and the silver-white hollow triangle locked his wrists together. From his back, four or five tentacle-like vines hung down, and a row of them were connected to the back of his head and spine, completely paralyzing his movements below the elbow.

Opposite him were several Avalonians in uniform with serious expressions.

"- I ask you again, why did you kill him!"

The other party's voice was very high, echoing and vibrating in the glass cell. The roar like a dragon's roar made the middle-aged man's scalp numb and his heart tremble. The strong sense of fear made him shiver uncontrollably.

But unlike the fear that suddenly emerged in his heart, the middle-aged man was not too panicked.

He remained silent and did not reply.

There was a reason for his fearlessness.

Because he could clearly sense that... these people looked ferocious, but they did not have the slightest intention to kill. This was completely different from the situation on the Black Hawk side.

When faced with such a situation, the Black Hawk people were usually accustomed to using torture.

Generally speaking, there are two methods - for those suspects who need to keep their limbs intact, they will fix them in a completely immobile metal cage, and then place them in the dark or expose them to the sun.

For prisoners who have conclusive basic evidence and can be determined to be guilty, they will use a blunt saw to cut their limbs, or use a torture device called a "knee separator" to slowly crush the other party's knees. This is a forced confession on the one hand, and a "premature punishment" on the other hand.

When the man was arrested, he was even mentally prepared to be tortured.

But he soon found out... these people were too weak. Not to mention severe punishment or torture, they didn't even dare to beat him - a fist or whip wrapped in animal skins were good tools and would not cause any serious injuries.

This level of injury can be cured with just a bottle of the cheapest potion for treating minor injuries, and it will not leave any traces.

—— So the man immediately felt relieved.

Since they are so strict about "rules", it's okay to play with them.

The place where he is should be the interrogation room of this country.

Although it is indeed difficult for him to escape... But on the other hand, it is safe enough here. If other promoted people want to kill him, they must at least rush in and kill him by force - and that means they have to confront this country similar to Avalon head-on.

For a promotion ceremony, this is too risky.

—— Even if they have to kill people, they must first kill those who are easier to kill.

And in that case, they may be caught like them... and may even be killed on the spot for resisting arrest!

... That would be the best.

Because he had missed three chances to answer questions because he was caught here. His score was the lowest among all the people, so it was difficult for him to complete the painting.

Since he couldn't win, he might as well stay here and see how others lost. Anyway, surrender was allowed in this promotion ceremony...

If he survived until the last three people were left, and the remaining two people triggered the special victory conditions and had to come to kill him, he might be killed by the guards here.

If he surrendered at this time, it would be a pure profit!

Disgusted the opponent and then left safely. Although he had to accept the penalty for failure, it was better than dying here or being disabled...

Seeing that the warrior remained silent, the other party slapped the table: "Name!"

"Grey Falcon, you asked three times."

"What about your real name?"

"Forgot."

"Nonsense!"

The other party was furious.

Grey Falcon was a little helpless: "What can I say? This is a promotion ceremony, and you are just a group of fabricated souls?"

And as expected, the other party didn't hear this sentence at all.

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from... the Principality of Black Hawk."

"How did you enter the country?"

"I came to attend the promotion ceremony," Gray Falcon said sincerely, "I've said this twice."

"Speak!" When he told the truth, the other party couldn't hear him again.

"... I came here illegally."

Grey Falcon sighed, feeling very tired, and smoothly said what the other party wanted to hear.

If he had known that these people were so troublesome, he would never have taken the initiative to attack "Sour Wine".

After making the first choice, that is, the question "Do you think this world is real?", he met Sour Wine.

That guy was a law mage - he wanted to make a covenant with Gray Falcon, not to attack each other, not to persecute each other, to help each other, to protect each other, and to form a temporary alliance. The law mage of the authoritarian path can indeed do this after the fourth energy level. Write a temporary contract to restrict the behavior of both parties...

But Gray Falcon doesn't trust Sour Wine.

Sour Wine was the last person to enter the ceremony. Not to mention that such an ally was too weak, even if the two of them formed an alliance, they would not be able to fight against any of the first three. Gray Falcon had a special ability and could keenly judge the threat level of the other party. The strength of the top three in this promotion ceremony was completely different from that of the latter. Any one of them could kill all the remaining people.

Fortunately, this ceremony was not a bloody battlefield where the fight would not end, so he had a chance.

But only two people could survive and win this ceremony.

If he was tied to Sour Wine, it meant that all the remaining people were enemies. In that case, he would not be able to survive at all. On the contrary, if he went alone, he would be more likely to get a spot while the top three fought each other.

But if Sour Wine was released and he formed an alliance with any of the top three, he might overwhelm the remaining two. The trouble level of the Law Mage was too high. As long as he was in a position where others could not interfere immediately, he could control at least three people of the same level and make them unable to move.

In addition, the opponent was a Law Mage, and Gray Falcon could not understand those densely packed clauses at all. It is entirely possible that there are restrictions against him in some inconspicuous contract. Even for the sake of safety, he dared not sign the contract of his competitor.

——So when Gray Falcon pretended to read the contract, he suddenly attacked and killed Sour Wine.

As a sword saint... when he was within three meters of the Law Mage, it was useless even if Sour Wine was still on guard against him.

Gray Falcon easily killed Sour Wine with just two moves.

He didn't even use a sword - he put his fingers together to form a knife, which was his sword.

The first "sword" tore Sour Wine's mouth first, silenced him and lost his ability to speak; the second "sword" aimed directly at the throat, penetrated his right arm used for blocking, and directly cut off his head and half of his forearm!

He immediately searched for the other party's body, cleaned up the blood, and left the scene.

But for some reason, no matter how he hid, he couldn't get rid of the pursuer behind him.

That feeling... was like being monitored by the extraordinary person of the Path of Beauty. But he repeatedly confirmed that there were no sculptures or paintings around him that could trigger the surveillance of the Path of Beauty - all possible ones had been completely destroyed by him.

As a result, in less than ten minutes, he was pinned down by more than sixty people.

More than sixty third-level supervisors, and several fourth-level law mages under heavy protection.

... There was no way, the equipment of the extraordinary troops in this city was too advanced.

They could fly at high speeds relying on some kind of device - and they could also create a simple shield. The shield that could withstand one attack also caused him a lot of trouble.

Although the shield was too fragile for him, it only took one elbow strike to break it...

But if he had a knife in his hand, he could try to break through!

Their guns did not shoot the fragile projectiles that could be directly exempted by their bodies. The guns seemed to have integrated the power of the Path, and could continuously shoot a silver light that weakened his power; there was also a kind of net that could automatically eject the silver light tentacles that paralyzed the body when it was thrown out.

He didn't even see the Griffin Legion, and the Law Mages didn't make any moves, but he was caught by a group of third-level supervisors!

The guards of this promotion ceremony are too strong!

Moreover, he was clearly killing people in a deserted place, how did he get discovered!

...But it's okay.

After calming down, Gray Falcon chose to admit defeat.

Put yourself in their shoes - since he can't beat them, others certainly can't beat them either. He is a warrior, the profession that is best at fighting.

He was also too arrogant... In the first choice, he actually had the opportunity to jump to the first two paintings.

But because the points of the third painting were too high, he wanted to try to complete this painting. Even if he died here, as long as he could complete this painting, the points of 6,000 points would be enough for him to revive and win.

- He didn't run away at that time, and he didn't have a chance later.

As a result, after hearing what Gray Falcon said, the other party asked, "Do you have other accomplices?"

Gray Falcon's eyes lit up immediately.

Wait, could it be...

"Yes! Yes!"

He immediately said: "If I give them up, can I get a reduced sentence?"

Grey Falcon felt that he had found the secret of this promotion ceremony -

Since the city's guards are so strong and the rules here are so strange... let the other promoted people who came to this painting come and try it together!

- Since I can't win, then don't even think about winning!