I just covet their strength

Chapter 29 Don’t be afraid, I am Xiaodai
The red-haired royal family was standing in the direction Urda was pointing, and Alegon was looking at this side coldly.

After seeing clearly the interaction between Westhead and Lesia, His Royal Highness the Prince came over with a group of knights in bright armor.

"I see. It was Lord Qinghui who gave you the courage, right?"

Aligon said sinisterly and deeply, "A bastard and a waste, you two are a good match. You want to pin your hopes on the trial? How foolish. If I could participate in the trial, I would personally go over and slaughter you like pigs and dogs, but I can also use someone else's hands to do it."

I saw the heroic prince facing the audience, raising his arms and shouting:
"All testers! Whether they are knights under my command, other nobles, or guests from friendly countries! If anyone can eliminate this bastard, they will receive my friendship and reward. If they can ravage them severely , no matter who it is, I am willing to promise a fiefdom in the main city!"

"hiss--"

As soon as Alegon finished speaking, there was a gasp of air.

How could this boy be so terrifying and yet so generous? !
A main city. That has a population of at least one million and incalculable wealth. It would be difficult to come up with even with the resources of the royal family. This is almost like enfeoffing a powerful lord!

Wealth, status, power... everything is at your fingertips.

The foundation of a family that will last a century or even a thousand years may be laid here!

There was immediate discussion at the scene. For the vast majority of trial participants, their goal was simply to give it a try and see if they could be lucky enough to get rewarded. As for glory or something like that, that was really a bit of a luxury.

Now that there is an opportunity that allows one to ascend to heaven in one step without having to work hard to please the God Ancestor, it can only be said that if one does not take what God has given him, he will suffer the consequences.

Suddenly, many unkind and coveting eyes were looking at Lesia and the others. Someone was secretly gearing up to get the first prize in the secret realm trial.

Anyway, there is a [Prosperity Branch] that has lost its territory, and a hybrid mixed with dragon blood. The two have no power, so there is really nothing to be afraid of.

“Hahahaha!! Just enjoy your ugly struggles in the trials! I will watch intently the miserable appearances of bastards and trash. I just hope this fun doesn’t end too soon.”

Alegon laughed and turned away.

The regent on the floating platform watched this scene without interfering.

Forming cliques to attack each other and settling personal grudges during trials was considered a lack of martial ethics, but it was not considered a violation of the rules.

All I can say is that these are part of the game's mechanics, so don't play if you don't like it!

What's more, Serivela actually wanted to use the hands of this stupid brother who was blinded by anger to test it briefly.

What is the attitude of the God Ancestor towards this hybrid dragon girl?

Westhead raised his eyebrows when he saw the red-haired prince returning to the floating platform of the royal family proudly.

Prince Aligon. To be honest, this name has little meaning in Westhead's mind. Among the royal family of the entire Holy Tree Empire, only Resia and Selvira can be remembered by him. According to the original story line, what will be the fate of this prince who hates Resia so much?

But [Kurong Dragon King] is definitely not a character who repays evil with kindness.

"Your Highness is a little manic, Urda, do you have any clues?"

"Because Prince Aragon has no mother."

Urda replied concisely and concisely.

"How can you say bad words?"

Westhead's eyes widened and he yelled: "Take it back! Only I can say dirty words."

Yulda added, "No, brother, what I mean is that because of Her Highness Reshia, Prince Aragon's mother was also convicted and beheaded during the reckoning sixteen years ago. That is why he hates Her Highness Reshia so much."

Westhead suddenly realized: "It turns out his mother is dead. That's not surprising. That's not surprising. But let me tell you, this is still incompetent rage. Shouldn't it be Emperor Lao Deng that he hates?"

"Is this the point? Brother?"

The white-haired girl held her forehead and sighed, "Based on His Highness Aligon's hatred for the Fourth Princess, his war knights must have received orders to attack us in the secret trial." "What do you mean by attack? It's just free competition."

Westhead interrupted: "Urda, don't make it so dark. No one will really die in the secret trial."

Urda said coldly: "But if you leave without making any achievements, it would not only be embarrassing, but wouldn't the meaning of participating in the trial be lost?"

Westhead laughed: "Yeah, it's a little too cruel for them."

Yurda: “.”

No, have you already acquiesced that the other party has been eliminated? Do you want to have a clear look at the balance of power between the enemy and ourselves?

What's more, it's not just Prince Aragon's power. Under the prince's bounty, most of the trialists will be eyeing them.

Although the Secret Realm Trial is not a competitive game, the influence between the trial participants cannot be ignored.

Urda was already thinking about how to make a more dignified exit.

"Don't be afraid, I am a master of heaven."

Westhead and Lesia shook the hands they were holding, and said to the white-blond girl:
"Just listen to my command and win!"

"I just have to think more, and I can't keep the holy essence as good as you."

Urda Nunu said, although she was trying to persuade her, her body still stood behind Westhead.

She is the sharp blade of the Qinghui family. Since the head of the family has chosen the direction, she has no choice but to follow his will. Moreover, her brother seems to be trustworthy.

After the testers were basically ready, the sound of a chorus composed of forty-eight choirs filled the audience.

"My god and my ancestors, the most glorious sacred tree."

"I'm afraid to call you by your name, the God of the Sun."

"Compassion and benevolence make all creatures respect their elders."

"Holy roots, prosper."

"Ancestor, ancestor, grandfather."

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As the melodious and holy chorus echoed, a projection hung from the shadow of the holy tree, enough for every audience member to clearly see it.

The picture on the projection revealed the content of this secret trial.

On the vast expanse of land, tall towers seem to connect the sky and the earth. Above the mountains, rivers and towns, the wingspan that blocks the sky and the sun dims the sunlight.

Countless dragon beasts swept across the sky like dark clouds. These synthetic beasts mixed with dragon blood let out hoarse roars, and surrounded by them, the shadow of a huge dragon loomed.

That's a real dragon.

Although in the empire's propaganda, dragons have long been extremely stigmatized and vilified, and various impressions have been made as ugly and ferocious as possible.

But the real dragons shown in the projection screen should be viewed with contempt or hatred no matter what the preset stance is.

They all had to admit that the figure that covered the sky and the sun was so majestic and majestic.

It is impossible to describe in words. Mortals who have not stepped into the extraordinary path seem to have lost the ability to breathe just by looking at the lifelike pictures projected.

(End of this chapter)