Slaughter God’s Journey to Immortality - C104

Werther shrugged his shoulders. He went to the field of the seventh group and started drawing lots for the second round. Because of the large number of contestants, each team had a lineup of five to six hundred people, so they still needed to go through a round of drawing to decide their opponents. Werther arrived a little late, and the others were basically finished already. The mage in charge of organization told him that his opponents had already been decided, and the match would be held in the afternoon. It was a young man named John. He was also a member of Klein, but he was a citizen of the nobility, even if only in name.

Surprisingly, this Lord John was actually a neighbor of the Roland family. In fact, his father was the only aristocrat in a town several hundred miles away from the town where Werther came from, and he was also the ruler of that town. John’s family background was nothing new, and his personal experience was also quite lacking. Furthermore, her magic rank was only that of a mere advanced mage, two levels lower than Luna.

Werther smiled. It seemed like this was a young master of a noble family participating in the tournament purely for the purpose of gaining experience. There was nothing for him to worry about. With his hands behind his back, he walked around the stone platforms of the various competitions and excitedly watched the competition. This was because the age of the participants had to be below 30 years old, leading to many of the participants being young boys and girls, brimming with the aura of youth, plus the fact that killing was not allowed in the competition, so most of the participants fought very casually, but the enthusiasm of the audience was still excessively high. After all, this was a convention that took five years to come.

It seems like Werther really met some interesting opponents.” One of them was a mage wearing a purple mage robe. He had a gloomy expression on his face. Soon, he found out from Hobbes that this mage was called Dunstan, and was a Lightning Element Magician. He was a Kaiser, and studied at Kaiser’s Magic Academy, where he was the first in the ten legendary experts. It was said that his lightning magic attainment was extremely high. Werther noticed that Dunstan didn’t use his full strength when dealing with his opponent. He won with only a few simple basic lightning spells. This was a tough opponent! In almost an instant, Werther gave him this definition.

Suddenly there was a cheer from the east side, and many people shouted: “Genarr! “Ghana!” Werther was very curious and walked over. He actually saw a group of neatly dressed soldiers standing under a stone platform, as if they were protecting some great figure. Their military uniforms were very different from those of Klein and Kaiser. Dressed in white, with a ball of fire embroidered on their shoulders that emitted light, Werther recognized that this was the standard attire for the personal guards of the Church. When he looked again, he saw a familiar face.

Werther followed his gaze and immediately focused his gaze. A young man wearing a white robe stood on the stage, looking at his opponent with a kind and reserved smile. This young man was extremely delicate and pretty, and his face was comparable to a top-notch beauty. He was tall and slender, and his entire body emitted an innate noble aura, as if a god above the ninth heaven was looking down on all living beings. Werther was secretly amazed. This kind of temperament was not the effect of any charm magic, but was instead a kind of natural feeling that came from dozens of years of environment. This young man must have come from a noble family, because this kind of temperament was not even found in Klein’s two princes.

Anthony saw Werther coming and smiled as he invited him to watch the match. Werther asked, “Sir Anthony, may I ask if that young man is a member of the Church?” Anthony laughed, “That’s right, His Highness Garner is not only a member of the Temple, but also the direct grandson of His Highness the Pope. Furthermore, this prince is also extremely talented, and is known to be one of the top talents of the Church after Nicholas. However, he is slightly stronger than Nicholas. As he spoke, he shot a profound glance at Werther.

This was the first time he had heard that the Pope actually had a grandson, but after thinking about it, it made sense. The leaders of this world’s religions weren’t like the Chinese world, where the gods didn’t demand strict discipline from their spokesmen. Many of the Pope had heirs, but it was rare to find a young genius like Ghana. But when Anthony said that Nicholas was not as good as Garner, Werther did not approve. Ghana’s identity was destined to be nurtured from a young age, and all kinds of heavenly resources would be given to him for free. This kind of external support was weak, and could not be compared with Nicholas’ solid foundation. The reason why Nicholas stayed at the level of a Golden Warrior for a long time was to lay a solid foundation. Once he made a breakthrough, he would definitely be able to reach a higher realm.

Werther let out a hollow laugh. “Is that so? I was wondering why His Highness’ temperament is so impressive, causing others to be distracted by him. So he’s the grandson of His Highness the Pope!” Concentrate on watching the Ghanaian race. Anthony glanced at him with a smile, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. Ghana and the rest of the crowd gradually calmed down. He pressed his palm down, signaling everyone to quiet down. He said to his opponent: “God bless you, my friend. Please make your move.” His opponent was a silver swordsman. He looked at the smiling Ghana and then looked at Anthony, who was standing below the stage. His eyes were filled with unwillingness as he suddenly sighed and dropped his sword to the ground, “Your Highness Garner, there’s no need to compete anymore. I am convinced by your grandeur and magnanimity.

The moment these words came out, the spectators in the stands immediately burst into cheers, surging like a tide: “Ghana!” “Ghana!” The silver swordsman dejectedly left the stage. Garner still had a humble smile on his face, as if his opponent had been moved by his charisma. Werther curled his lips and left quietly. Regardless of Ghana’s strength, his opponent was under the control of the Holy See and did not dare to go against him. The competition itself was already meaningless. Behind Werther was Genarr’s bright eyes.

Werther spun around again. Suddenly, his eyes focused on the competition arena in Group Three. Werther’s pupils suddenly shrank. Everyone’s eyes were focused on only one person. It was a little girl. She was short and thin, about seven or eight years old. His body was covered in a large white robe, and his silver hair hung straight down to his waist. However, there was a hint of indifference on his small face. As if sensing Werther’s gaze, the little girl suddenly turned her head around. Her two bright eyes stared straight at him, and her eyes contained a strange meaning, as if she wanted to see into his heart.

Werther was surprised. This little girl’s eyes weren’t sharp, nor did she pretend to be sad. Her indifferent look seemed to penetrate all barriers and directly look into Werther’s heart, revealing all his secrets! What divine ability was this?! This was the first time he had had such a feeling ever since arriving in the Grace Mainland. It was as if everything about him was transparent in front of this little girl. No matter how careful he was or how he tried, it was useless! Werther subconsciously wanted to avoid her gaze, but his feet seemed nailed to the ground, making it impossible for him to move.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead. Werther tried to use all his strength to resist this kind of gaze, to resist the little girl’s mind, but it was all in vain. Werther’s face also became dimmer and dimmer. Just when Werther was unable to bear her gaze and was about to collapse in spirit, the three Deities in his sea of consciousness suddenly stood up in unison. They each formed a strange incantation in their hands and spoke in a mantra at the same time from their five mouths, “Duo!” This kind of vibration gradually spread, and reached all the way to Werther’s body. Under this kind of bizarre vibration, Werther’s mind suddenly shook, and in a split-second, escaped the control of the little girl’s vision. At this moment, he was already covered in cold sweat, and the moment their eyes met, it almost destroyed Werther’s mind!

This was the first time he had felt such an overwhelming power. In front of it, his true qi, body of gold, body of god, everything about him became laughable, like a bunch of chickens and dogs, falling apart with a wave of his hand. In the past, he had some understanding of the power of this world, but in his heart, he subconsciously believed that the Chinese power system he had learned was superior to the Grace Mainland.