I just covet their strength

Chapter 31 They are all bloodthirsty audiences
Being teleported directly to the secret realm by the gods is completely different from the feeling of teleportation spells and star gate teleportation.

Westhead did not feel any dizziness or shock. He just felt a sense of floating and accidentally landed on a piece of grass.

The tasks and restrictions issued by the Ancestor God for this trial also appeared in front of me.

[You will travel back to two thousand years ago, at the end of the Dragon Calamity Era, in the Kepar Plains]

[The mission of the trial is to save as many mortals as possible who are about to die from the dragon disaster]

[Show me your destiny intertwined with wisdom, courage and will! 】

"As expected, it seems that it has not changed."

Westhead saw the familiar prompt and felt reassured. Now he could feel completely relieved that there was no butterfly effect. This was the copy he was familiar with.

"First, we need to meet up with Urda and Lesia. We should be quite close."

Westhead looked around. His starting point was a quiet grassland with only slightly undulating hills nearby. To be honest, the terrain was quite unfavorable, whether he was staring at the trialists with bounties or the dragons that might appear at any time. Beasts can pursue and kill targets without any scruples.

Westhead had already figured out how to clear the level, and he was completely sure of it. If there was any flaw in this plan, it was because he was afraid of dying before the attack started, and he died suddenly on the spot without even starting.

Holding the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand, Westhead looked at the pattern of the Tree of Prosperity on the back of his other hand. The Holy Emblem has been imprinted on it. This is not only a broadcast signal, but also a guarantee for resurrecting the trialists.

After all, everything in the trial is real, and death is real. It’s just that for the gods, resurrecting thousands of people is not a difficult task.

"But it shouldn't be that unlucky. It's pretty quiet around here."

Westhead thought about it for a moment, but finally chose to send a signal to his teammates.

He first came to a place that was barely considered a bunker, took out a special flare, and fired it directly into the sky.

"Whoosh-"

"Oh!"

The shrill and sharp sound of breaking through the air spread through the atmosphere, and finally a firework with a bright forest pattern exploded.

The huge sound startled the birds in the forest, and the shock wave caused by the production scale of the military signal flare even swept out circles of ripples on the grass.

The trialists nearby who were still cautiously exploring the situation and looking for their teammates were startled by the deafening sound.

What's the fuss? !

Outside the secret realm, the audience in Temple Square has also begun to watch the trialists' opening response.

Due to Prince Aragon's previous declaration, Westhead's team has undoubtedly become the most eye-catching. Everyone wants to see how long they can last and how they will exit.

As for surviving to the end? Of course that possibility is also possible, but under the bounty order, I'm afraid it's not very possible. The best result is to find a remote place to hide, which can only be said to be quite boring.

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The Secret Realm Trial is somewhat of an arena-like thing, but let’s stop pretending, everyone is actually a bloodthirsty audience.

However, the first breaking point in the secret trial was Westhead's operation.

"Is Lord Qinghui just showing his hand?"

"It's basically telling everyone around you where you are. Even if you want to make a fuss, at least conceal your identity."

"Oh, I guess Lord Qinghui is desperate and wants to end it quickly to avoid long-term torture. So, Lord Qinghui's thinking is correct."

Duke Yingyan said in a deep voice: "Mr. Qinghui, this is really unfair."

Luetan frowned slightly: "He shouldn't be such a boring man, otherwise I will have to laugh at him when Lord Qinghui comes out."

In the royal box, Aragon held his cheek with one hand, snorted and sneered:
"You're such a fool. If you leave so soon, I won't be able to enjoy the show to my heart's content. Well, that useless Branch of Prosperity doesn't matter, the key is that bastard. It would be much easier if we could lure him over."

During the switching of the projected screen, some of the war knights under Alagon's command had already noticed the signal.

Westhead didn't know or care about the outside world's reaction. After releasing the signal bomb, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the spot. He took out the straight-edged sword from his waist and began to wipe and maintain it slowly until he heard two familiar voices. Come.

"Brother!"

"Weiss!"

Urda and Lesia heard their voices almost at the same time and came to Westhead's side.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

As soon as the white-haired girl arrived, she said, "Even if we have to gather, we shouldn't make such a big fuss. You didn't say forget it before. When we came here, we already found someone behind us. Regardless of whether they are here for the bounty, let's go now!"

Lesia didn't speak. She just looked at the young man with black hair and purple eyes quietly and asked:

"Wes, what should we do now?"

"Urda, do you hear? What did I say before? Listen to my command. Don't ask why, but how to do it. Whoever fails to follow my command will be blamed."

Westhead first emphasized his commanding position and then said:
".No need to go, it's right here."

Yuerda frowned and said, "You plan to fight here. Yes, I understand. I won't ask again."

The white-blond girl tried hard to restrain her desire to correct her mistakes and complain. Although from a rational point of view, she did not understand Westhead's approach, but since the latter's leadership position had been established, she could not have any doubts about her superior.

Disagreement in the team is a taboo for military strategists. Urda was just used to admonishing the family leader, and was not really rebellious.

"We have to do it first. How long it will take depends on the situation."

As Westhead said, he took out a small notebook from his arms and handed it to the silver-haired dragon girl:
"Leshia, take this opportunity to learn the words above. With your bloodline, you should be able to learn them quickly. Just know a few syllables and wait for my signal. The key is to cooperate with me later. But this should be no problem, right?"

After getting along for a period of time, Westhead thought that he and Lesia had a good understanding.

"Is this Dragon Language? I know. Ten minutes. I can remember it all in ten minutes."

Lesia did not ask Westhead what he wanted to teach or what he wanted to do, and gave him unreserved trust.

There was not enough time for the three of them to prepare. Just when Lesia was halfway through memorizing Westhead's notes, Urda drew out the sword that had been locked.

A stream of moon-white brilliance circulated on the blade, and the white-blond girl looked at the testers who were speeding towards her as if she were facing an enemy.

"coming."

(End of this chapter)