The Era of Gods - Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Chapter 218: Capture the Black Dragon Alive
 

Having studied the knowledge of Divine Arts in the Divine Realm for over a decade, and with nearly three thousand Wise Goblins tirelessly feeding him this knowledge every day, Lin Xiao had reached a very high level in his theoretical studies. He had even begun to master some advanced magical techniques, and he was confident that he was the fastest progressing student in his class.

The Crystal Disc moved incredibly fast, and soon he saw the tower that housed the classroom in the distance, spotting a large group of students’ flying discs gathered at the entrance. While he was wondering what was happening, he heard someone in the crowd speaking in a casual tone:

“Whoever I’m talking about knows it. I won’t say it a second time, move aside, you’re blocking my way.”

Quickly arriving above the crowd, Lin Xiao saw two men with extraordinary demeanors standing in confrontation. He noticed that they were both standing on Crystal Discs just like his own, which made it clear to him that they were among the top students in his class, though he was not sure if they were part of those specially recruited.

But the exchange of insults that followed made it clear that not only were the two men specially recruited students, but also the reason behind their confrontation.

“Spouting nothing but filth, totally uncultured.”

“So what? Being a Radiance special recruit and still needing to stick together, what a waste!”

“Waste or not, do you dare accept my challenge?”

“Why wouldn’t I dare? Bring it on.”

Then, the two men glaring at each other with anger both entered the classroom. The onlooking students from their college, looking eager for some excitement, followed them in.

“Tiger Slayer and Red Frost!”

Realizing the identities of the two, Lin Xiao was about to return to his classroom when he hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting towards a gathering of students from his school not far away. Within earshot, he faintly heard their conversation:

“Country bumpkin will always be a country bumpkin, just no class.”

“Who knows how they got admitted, must be through connections, huh? I’ve heard every special recruitment brings in a few to pad the numbers through connections. Wonder if our class has any.”

“Who cares, here in Elite Class One, we value strength above all. Any fillers won’t last long and will be beaten back to their original form, slinking off to Class Two.”

“Exactly. The upcoming big class is an examination, it’ll be clear who’s worthy and who’s not.”

Sensing something, the group simultaneously looked in his direction, but Lin Xiao had already averted his gaze and entered the tower.

“It really is so competitive everywhere!”

The whispered conversations of those students revealed the competitive nature within Brilliant Super College was no different than anywhere else; yet, since the school year had just started, everyone had been cautious, not daring to make a move. The first big class was an opportunity for probing.

“It seems I have to score well in the first big class.”

With that thought, he entered the classroom, immediately seeing his homeroom teacher Jin Sisi standing tall in the center like a small Giant. Her pupils, surging with dark golden Divine light, were fixed on Tiger Slayer and Red Frost, who dared not quarrel any longer under her immense pressure. Everyone else was silent as well.

Lin Xiao silently returned to his seat, which was close to the center of the classroom.

As per the established rules, seats in the classroom were assigned based on academic performance; the better the grades, the closer to the teacher. Since the school year had just begun and no results were out yet, the seats closest to the teacher belonged to those with Crystal Discs, and Lin Xiao was among them.

Jin Sisi looked emotionless as she watched the two students for a long while before speaking in a deep voice:

“Since you two are so eager, then good, fight it out before the class starts.”

With a gesture of her hand, two beams of light descended from above, enveloping both students, rendering them immobile.

The homeroom teacher then turned to address the entire class:

“If any of you have unresolved issues with another, you can also request a challenge now.”

The class looked at each other, some expressionless, others eager to try. Lin Xiao scanned the room and his heart skipped a beat when he noticed several eager eyes turning towards him.

“Damn it!”

“Do I look that easy to bully?”

He glared back fiercely, challenging their stares.

“Well, bring it on!”

At the same time, he received two challenges. The homeroom teacher’s imposing gaze turned his way, and with a point of her finger said:

“You two, go first!”

Then, with a flash before his eyes, he felt the space beneath his feet collapse, his consciousness plunging into a vast Void space, appearing in a familiar virtual plane, with a blurry figure radiating blue light at the far end.

“Come on, let’s see what level the members of the elite class from the affiliated Secondary School of Brilliant Super College really are!”

Lin Xiao, devoid of fear and full of confidence, summoned the projections of all the Clans in the Divine Realm besides the Wise Goblins.

Two thousand four hundred Supreme Nagas, twenty thousand Small Fishmen, and while there was a certain number of Wise Goblins, they haven’t started training in the ancient arena and their strength was average, so he didn’t summon them.

As for his opponent, there were exactly five thousand Werewolves, fourteen thousand plus Jackalmen, and more than three thousand Underground Grey Dwarves.

In terms of overall strength, they weren’t much different from the Silver Contestants of the Super Newcomer Summer Camp from a month ago. Yes, not much different from the Silver Contestants from a month ago, but definitely not a match for those who had grown over nearly a month at the Summer Camp.

What caught Lin Xiao’s attention was that although his opponent’s Clan only had three types, they were divided into seven or eight types of troops.

Werewolves were also divided into heavily armored heavy infantry, a portion of cavalry riding giant wolves three to four meters long, and a small number of black Werewolves wearing only Leather Armour but physically stronger than their kin. In the center was a powerful Werewolf with silver fur, not much different in stature from the surrounding black Werewolves. This was his Hero.

The Jackalmen were divided into two kinds: the most numerous were the charging infantry, likely around ten thousand in total, and the other kind was the Jackalmen Crossbowmen, about three thousand strong. There was also a small group of Jackalmen Shamans guarded by numerous Jackalmen and a troop of Werewolves.

This was a very rare Jackalmen caster profession, capable of casting spells like Blood Howl and Lightning Chain.

The Underground Grey Dwarves were all gathered in the rear, protecting a large pile of un-assembled War Machinery, the details of which were indiscernible from the surface.

Zhuo Jun quickly finished deploying his troops and looked up seriously at the other end of the plane.

In terms of mindset, he didn’t hold the specially recruited contestants in high regard, not expecting someone from a small place with potential to compare with students like him, born into excellence and early system education in key middle schools.

But tactically, he was not careless at all, knowing that to be specially recruited meant having some skills, so he couldn’t underestimate them.

Being able to defeat a specially recruited contestant was crucial for his ranking on the Storm List a month later.

According to college regulations, the Storm List is settled every three months to calculate ranking rewards. At the start of school, the list is nameless, and only after a month does it refresh. Before that, all students have an initial ranking, making fluctuations based on their performance in class, with direct challenges being the most influential factor.

Special recruits have a very high initial ranking, and being able to defeat one, even if later defeated by another, could still put one in the top hundred. This is the correct conclusion drawn by senior students after trials.

Seconds later, as beams of light descended from the sky, Zhuo Jun saw the projection of his opponent’s Clan arriving.

At a glance, he was startled by the quantity, which was not far off from his own. But when he saw that most were Fishmen, he relaxed. Even if these Fishmen were larger than those he remembered, even the robust Nagas behind them didn’t concern him.

Outside the virtual plane, silhouettes enveloped in divine light descended from the sky, signaling the arrival of students to watch the battle.

Above the plane, two immensely powerful wills bathed the entire plane in their radiant presence, belonging to the class teacher Jin Sisi and the instructor.

“Go, my little treasures!”

Zhuo Jun waved grandly, issuing a Divine-mandate, and the Werewolf Hero brandished his greatsword and roared:

“Great Wolfman God above, slay these heretics to please the almighty Wolfman God.”

Thousands of Werewolf cavalries quickly broke away from the ranks, the massive Jackalmen Infantry began to march, those taller black Werewolves were casting various Divine Arts, these were Zhuo Jun’s Priests. Meanwhile, the Grey Dwarves in the rear were anxiously assembling War Machinery.

While the opponent slowly spread out their formations, Slarda swiftly swam to the front of the army, raised the anchor, and slammed it into the ground, roaring loudly:

“Kill!”

Twenty thousand Small Fishmen quickly formed into squads of a thousand each and started advancing.

More than two thousand Supreme Nagas passed through the formations, charging to the forefront to strike the Jackalmen Infantry ranks.

“Crossbowmen, get ready!”

Arrows fell like rain from the sky, covering an area of more than a kilometer.

Standing at the front, Slarda, with his thirty-five meters long massive body, slowly reared up, surrounded by an invisible twisting force, faint blue and red lights converged on him, growing brighter and quickly attracting Zhuo Jun’s gaze.

“A Divinity-level Hero?”

His expression changed slightly and as he was about to order his troops to be cautious, he heard a roar and saw that the concentrated red and blue light at the peak of the massive figure suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a circle of white sonic boom.

In the next instant, a circle of blood exploded like a torrent in the middle of the Werewolf ranks a kilometer away, clearing the dense formation as if erased by this Legendary-level blow, turning them into powder.

The LV4 Hero Salted Fish Charge and the LV4 Hero Thunder Shatter, propelled by Slarda’s Legendary-level Strength, exploded with such power that Zhuo Jun’s Werewolf command core was erased in one hit. Hundreds of Elite Werewolves, dozens of Wolfman Priests, including an Elite Werewolf Hero, were all instantly killed.

“Wow!”

Above the plane, the audience erupted in exclamations, shocked by the terrifying blow. Even the powerful wills at the pinnacle of the plane rippled with surprise.

Then, the enemy’s command collapsed, and morale disintegrated in that instant.

Zhuo Jun immediately took over command himself, furious, he ordered half of the Jackalmen Crossbowmen to focus fire on Slarda. Three waves of nearly four thousand arrows descended, and amidst a chorus of clinking, Slarda remained unharmed, not a single scale broken.

One minute later, the first batch of assembled Ballistae loaded with Fine Steel Crossbow Arrows fired. Arrows as thick as an arm and three meters long shot out at lightning speed, hitting the charging Slarda who bulldozed into the ranks of Ballistae. Another chaotic uproar followed.