Abstraction for a bad world

Chapter 182: Rules of the Martial God Festival, [Soldier] and [Queen] (4.1k)

Finally I have an excuse to get rid of this damn studying!
Caroline threw the unfinished homework and books in her hands into the air, and looked at Christine, who brought the news, as if she was looking at a hero.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye - Christine was no longer the young adjutant who hid behind Ann and sat on the ground in fear during the baptism ceremony.

During the past four years, she had once again rushed to the battlefield, and then covered her teammates' retreat alone, using forbidden magic to block a legion of more than 100,000 demons for more than ten hours, and was once famous in half of the Second Abyss.

Of course, Christine is now happy to have another vacation.

Today, she is more like a gentle nun who stays in the monastery all day with children than a seasoned strategic priest.

"Long time no see, Kiyoshi Ohara and Caroline."

Christine smiled and took out the wax-stamped envelope from her pocket, then skillfully handed it to the two of them - of course, she did not forget to call Rush, who was reading a professional technique book alone in the distance.

"This is the invitation letter to the Martial God Festival that Ms. Farandel asked me to deliver to you."

Christine said, revealing a puzzled look: "I really don't understand why so many invitations are sent out for this year's Martial God Festival. Not only is it inefficient, it's also a waste of manpower..."

"——I could have just gone to the audition before."

"So Sister Fa said, this is specially given to us." Yuan Qingzhuo casually opened the envelope, glanced at the contents, spread his hands and smiled: "The Lord of the Triple Abyss, you are quite capable."

Caroline gave him a quizzical look, then began to struggle with the wax on the envelope.

——It was simple. Caroline didn’t want to damage the envelope, but she also wanted to take out the letter inside it.

Because Caroline suddenly had an idea and wanted to put this invitation letter and the trophy that she was about to get together.

In this case, the only way to do this is to take the letter out of the envelope when no one is paying attention.

"Oh, yes! This Martial God Festival is indeed held in the Triple Abyss."

Christine tapped her head, pondered for a moment, and said to herself, "Come to think of it, this is the first time that the Martial God Festival is held in the Triple Abyss... I don't know what those birdmen in the Seventh Heaven were thinking. Why did they suddenly get it?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she covered her mouth - she shouldn't say bad words in front of children.

"Seventh Heaven?"

Rush, who was wearing a black dress and had a cool temperament, came over, carefully opened the invitation, and asked with a little confusion after taking out the letter inside.

"It's the City of Gods you always talk about!"

Christine coughed seriously and said, "The so-called 'Seventh Heaven' is just the name of our front line. After all, those birds... oh no, angels! Those angels can manipulate the positions of the seven areas at will, which makes it very difficult for us to fight every time."

"Brother Zhuo..."

Rush read the contents of the letter at a glance and frowned slightly, as if he was frightened by its contents.

Christine, who had been delivering letters for almost a whole day, saw such a strange expression for the first time - some other children were dancing with joy after opening the envelopes.

So, she and Caroline curiously leaned over and saw the contents of the letter.

Christine's pupils shrank slightly.

Caroline showed a happy expression.

"We still need [opened letter paper] as a medium. That guy who is neither the master nor the master can only do this."

The reason why Yuan Qingzhuo said this is very simple.

Because at the bottom of the letter paper there was a sentence written in bold red: [To all the invited guests, you will receive the real invitation letter for this Martial God Festival at 4 o'clock this afternoon. Please pay attention then].

"It's twenty-three minutes to four."

Rush raised his fingertips, a miniature spell unfolded, and a translucent pendulum appeared in front of everyone.

Lash, who had recently been promoted to the Mercury Rank and had secretly studied magic from Flandel for nearly five years, could easily perform a "small pendulum magic" to measure time.

“There’s still so much time left.”

Yuan Qingzhuo turned around to look at Caroline who was staring at the heavy letter paper - it would be impossible for her to go back to learn grammar and memorize words now.

That's not as good as...

He suddenly asked: “Sister Kristen, do you still have work today?”

"You three are the last three." Christine breathed a sigh of relief, an irrepressible smile emerging from her face: "The next few days are also consecutive holidays!"

"Then let's just treat it as entertainment - could you please use this time to explain to us about the Martial God Festival, Sister Christine?"

Rush snapped his fingers silently, and four translucent chairs condensed in the air and fell down.

Kristen, who sensed the fluctuations in spiritual essence, sat down directly, crossed her legs, thought for a while and then said, "I have participated in the Martial God Festival, but I only went up for two or three rounds. I couldn't even make it to the knockout rounds and became a spectator."

Hearing this, Rush's eyes widened slightly. She asked in confusion: "Even Sister Christine can only do this?"

Rush couldn't help but worry - she felt that she was not much better than Christine had been a few years ago.

"I am a strategic priest."

Christine waved her hands and smiled bitterly: "The situation at the Martial God Festival is complicated. My teammates are not around, and the powerful opponents everywhere will not give me time to prepare large-scale divine arts."

She shook her head: "Of course I can only go up and paddle."

Yuan Qingzhuo nodded, then asked, "So, what about the competition system?"

"As for the competition system, from the two sessions I participated in, there is generally no change. It is all audition - group - elimination - finals."

At this point, Christine paused and said, "Although they are both called auditions or group matches, the difference between them is even greater than the difference between [Giant Man] and [Giant]."

Yuan Qingzhuo naturally knew that what Christine meant was the difference between humans who were two or three meters tall and the giants in the fourth abyss who had been dead for who knows how many years but were still not completely dead.

But Caroline didn't know that, so she tilted her head in confusion: "Is there any difference between the two?"

Christine looked surprised and was about to explain when Yuan Qingzhuo spoke first:

"—It makes no difference to you."

With one sentence, this meaningless topic ended, and Yuan Qingzhuo gave Christine a "please continue" expression.

The latter nodded in understanding and continued to explain: "For example, the first audition I participated in with the Second Abyss Demons was simply a competition to see who defeated more opponents or monsters, and the points were calculated, and the top one advanced."

This is easy to understand, even Caroline can understand it effortlessly.

"And I participated in the audition for the Martial God Festival in the [Dunridel Federation] in the first level of the abyss..."

Christine showed an expression as complex as a palette. She stretched out her palm and stretched out her fingers one by one: "The projects that need to be participated in include but are not limited to [Starting with 30 people and growing in the ice field for 100 days], [shooting each other with strange guns that will eliminate you if you are hit], [selecting various story copies to complete], [going out to sea on a boat and trying to survive]..."

She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I don't understand why an audition can cause so much chaos."

As a result, the competition system of the previous Martial God Festivals is indeed completely useless for reference.

Sister Fa was right after all. So Yuan Qingzhuo stopped thinking about these things and asked, "What about the current [God of War]? Sister Christine, can you tell us about him?"

"Martial God, huh?"

Christine paused, leaned forward, and showed a "you little brat" expression: "You don't want to try to get that title, do you?"

Before Yuan Qingzhuo could answer, Christine, who clearly felt the condensed but relatively weak spiritual fluctuations around him, shook her head and said, "Little Yuan Qingzhuo, I advise you not to think about it."

In an instant, Christine felt three gazes directed at her at the same time - well, that was as it should be.

How can I tell you not to fight for it when I haven't even seen it?

After all, geniuses always have their own pride in their hearts.

"But... the current Martial God." Christine smiled and counted on her fingers: "Since the first time he participated in the Martial God Festival, he has won the title of Martial God for five consecutive terms."

"When he was at the Mercury Rank, he was able to defeat the previous Martial God who had held the title for three consecutive terms. Now, he has reached the peak of the Core Casting Rank."

Under the gaze of the three people, Christine said the name: "[Current Martial God Victory]."

Rush and Yuan Qingzhuo thought at the same time: This is not the tenth of the triple abyss...

"Yes, it is one of the Ten Essences, the signature of the Triple Abyss. Victory."

Christine took a deep breath, thinking back to that powerful figure that made her tremble.

"The current Martial God, the God of Plenty, the Lord of Venus Sky, who has not been defeated once in the seventy-seven years since his birth, fell in victory after his last in office."

"--victory!"

"Hey."

Caroline, who had finally taken out the letter paper by some unknown method, sneered: "Isn't that perfect? ​​Let me grant him his first failure."

This time, Christine put on a serious look, which was rare: "You will die."

Under the gaze of the three people, Christine said word by word:
"If you challenge victory, the choice is life or death - not victory or defeat."

The dragon girl narrowed her eyes slightly, and her pupils, which were originally filled with excitement, became indifferent: "To kill a stranger opponent just for a title..."

She was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed and said,
"Okay, then let me kill this guy."

Yuan Qingzhuo could tell that Caroline was probably a little angry - because in her worldview, strong people and geniuses are mostly respectable. If they have never met before and their values ​​are not very contradictory, then they will probably become good friends after a fight.

Instead of one living and the other dying.

At this time, Rush suddenly said, "I remember that the last guy named Shengli died at the hands of Sister Flandre, didn't he?"

"Huh? ×3"

Hearing a series of questions, Rush smiled sweetly, then put his finger on his chin and said:

"It was probably 1,100 years ago. During the victory of the Triple Abyss, Glory and Mercy led a large army to attack the Cult, but Sister Farandel killed one of them and seriously injured the other two."

"As a result, the attack of the Triple Abyss ended before it even began."

The girl, whose head had grown two horns that were almost twice as long, showed her white teeth. "These are all recorded in detail in the Inquisition Chronicles! From this point of view, they are nothing."

I guess, what is killing God.

Yuan Qingzhuo recalled the descriptions of several legendary items he had seen a long time ago, and couldn't help but wonder how many heads Landel had chopped off over the long years.

Christine wiped her forehead in shame - if she had known that her boss who gave her orders every day had such an impressive record, then why would she be afraid of winning or losing?

But who can remember clearly what happened more than a thousand years ago?

Yuan Qingzhuo looked up slightly as if he was touched - even if it required a medium, this power that could spread throughout the seven levels of the abyss was enough to amaze people.

Just when she was about to complain, the surprised voices of several children were suddenly heard outside the library.

“——Ugh! What is this!?”

"——Why is there something floating out of my heart?!"

Yuan Qingzhuo turned around and saw Rush and Caroline, whose hearts were also glowing faintly.

"Don't be nervous, this is what is called an invitation."

Through introspection, Yuan Qingzhuo could see very clearly that there was a ball of light that seemed to want to condense his pure soul and then float out from it.

It’s a pity that the power coming from the highest point of the triple abyss was not too strong for him.

Not to mention that this is where Yuan Qingzhuo's core strength currently lies.

"Wow, such beautiful little things can float out of the heart. It's quite magical."

One could see that in Caroline's palm lay a red [Soldier] that was as pure as glass.

She fiddled with the chess piece curiously, holding it under the blazing sun to look at it carefully.

"No, this comes from the soul."

Lashi pinched the [Queen], which was so black that it did not contain a trace of impurities, with her fingertips, frowned, and several subtle thoughts were born in her mind.

At the same time, shouts were heard from outside.

"——What the hell is this? It's so ugly."

"——You're still talking about me!? Look at what you're holding in your hand!"

In another moment, faint waves rippled across most areas of the seven-fold abyss.

Caroline and Rush immediately learned from the chess pieces the exact location of this year's Martial God Festival, as well as the extremely clear and detailed audition rules.

Caroline could be seen curling her lips in dissatisfaction, while Rush was visibly relieved.

The girl clenched the black chess piece in her hand and turned to look at Yuan Qingzhuo:

"Brother Zhuo, what chess piece did you get..."

"Don't worry."

Yuan Qingzhuo curled his lips, looked inward at the power that was hitting the wall in the abdomen of his pure soul, and said with a smile: "Don't waste your energy, Master of the Triple Abyss."

He condensed the surging spiritual essence into a line, connected it to the power, and then attached his martial arts will to it.

Yuan Qingzhuo smiled slightly and sent out a thought:

"Since you set this test, how about we talk about it?"

(End of this chapter)