god of tomorrow

Gawain suspected a conspiracy, so under the pretext of supervising the battle as the commander, he did not immediately step into the battlefield, and thus did not enter the range of the magic circle. He glanced at Dawn, who was panting heavily and had almost perished in the circle, and thought to himself that it was a close call.

"Indeed, you can only rely on friends when you're away from home; you can't achieve great things without brothers."

Gao Wen sighed, then instantly switched to his angry face showing the tragic death of his brothers, and cried out in a loud voice, "My dearest friends, my brothers, I, the commander, will avenge you now!"

No, Commander, we're not dead yet! x60+

The blood-red screen allowed entry but not exit, separating life and death, and blocking sound; the adventurers' cries could not reach the outside. As the ritual progressed, one after another, they were carried away by the soaring blood-red light, whether they were transformed into pus and blood and merged into it, or were truly transported to hell, it was unknown.

I hope I'm the first one to die a quick and painless death. If I really get to hell, it'll be hard to die even if I want to.

Gawain, wielding an assassin's dagger, bypassed the magic circle and charged straight at Rupert, who was standing in front of the altar.

First of all, it can be confirmed that the sacrificial ritual initiated by Rupert was not a Chaos Sacrifice, but a sacrificial ritual unique to Hell. It is hard to say whether it is included in the Order Sacrifice, but such a big commotion must have resulted in a powerful magic spell.

Is it possible that the demon god and chaos are alike, and the one who survives to the end is the sacrificer?

Gao Wen decided to give it a try, just in case!

On the other side, Dawn knelt on one knee, panting heavily. He had expended a great deal of strength to break through the magic circle, and his hands, legs, and waist were sore and weak. He felt as if his body had been drained.

He didn't know what happened, only that the moment the ritual started, his blood went out of control and turned into blood mist that overflowed from his body. It was only because he was fast and skilled in solar magic that he was able to avoid being trapped.

Seeing Gawain rush towards Rupert, Dawn wanted to help him, so he struggled to get up, but due to excessive blood loss, he felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

"Give me back my brother's life!"

Gawain was incredibly fast. With continuous missions and meditation, his base speed stat reached 426, almost surpassing Dawn's. Under the burst of meditation, his speed increased even further, and he arrived at the altar in the blink of an eye.

He's not an adventurer!

Rupert's pupils constricted sharply. There were indeed powerful figures among adventurers, or rather, many powerful figures wore the guise of adventurers. They appeared upright in public, but secretly committed murder and arson, making the already infamous Adventurers' Guild even more despised.

But Jeff wasn't a particularly powerful adventurer; his influence was limited, and his meager salary couldn't attract any strong adventurers.

In a single instant, Rupert confirmed Gawain's identity—a secret agent of the Church.

There was also a blond youth who had just escaped the magic circle. Both of them were church members who, smelling the scent of hell, secretly infiltrated the adventurer team and infiltrated Sunset Town.

We can't let them leave, or we'll be finished.

Rupert was thinking this when he threw a backhand punch... but Gawain slashed him eight times in a second, then punched him in the face. He flew backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily to the ground a hundred meters away, lying on his side in a large crater.

Ordinary goods!

With such limited skills, how could they dare to be the boss?

What happened to all that dirty money you made through wrongdoing? Did you send it all to hell?

Gawain's assessment of Rupert was so-so. He thought Rupert was about the same as the female knight Ray, both of whom had some ability but were not up to par. They could only make a living in the countryside, and would be nothing more than a roadside nobody if they went to the capital or the university town.

However, the rich are rich; all eight of his attacks in one second were blocked by the black and red robe. It seems that this custom-made magic artifact must have other runes.

Gao Wen sheathed his dagger, took out the door panel sword and slung it over his shoulder. He was addicted to daggers and was more skilled at delivering critical hits with a single strike.

While changing his equipment, Gawain saw the broken claw on the altar and wondered what kind of idol it was, or was this just how hell looked?

An old saying goes: even if you don't understand something, you should respect it and not casually raise questions!

Gawain knew nothing about Hell and had never understood it, so he didn't dare to question it. He regarded the severed claw as a deity and placed it in front of the altar, waiting for the reward to come.

"By the Demon God, I hope the offerings will satisfy you."

Gao Wentian shamelessly said, "Any reward is fine, I'm not picky. Thunder and rain are both divine grace. Just letting you take a look is the greatest reward for a believer."

loyalty!

Learning magic is nothing to be ashamed of!

Soon, the towering blood-red light disappeared, the ritual ended, and the magic circle returned to normal.

Without any descent of light, without one-on-one instruction in magic, Hell took the offering, ate it all, and then left without a trace.

This is outrageous! They are my beloved family and friends, my brothers and sisters. Not only do they refuse to pay me more, but they also deduct from my share of the profits. Doesn't the Demon God have a conscience?

Gawain was furious. Even Chaos knows to burp after it's had its fill, but Hell hasn't uttered a single fart. It has no principles or bottom line, and it's no wonder that the Demon God has no faith!

"There are demons three feet above your head," he thought, only daring to complain in his heart and not daring to curse aloud.

At the same time, he blacklisted Hell and swore that if Hell ever had any connection with him again, he would be a hammer!

"Hehehehehe————"

"I did it! I did it!!"

Rupert, who was lying on his side in the pit, slowly floated up, a pair of wings of raging wind spread out behind him, his black and red robes fluttered, his hands were raised high, the hell mark on his forehead glowed red, and his face was full of fanaticism.

The sacrificial ceremony was successful.

Hell is not unresponsive, but it only responds to 'its own people'. Rupert is the only one in the entire area with the mark of Hell, and he naturally becomes the sacrifice.

Gao Wen was unaware of this and cautiously took a half-step back.

Looking around, Dawn saw no teammates to protect him and sat on the ground, panting heavily like a dead dog.

Well, did you foresee all of this and protect me in advance?

Gao Wen thought to himself that this was bad luck, and he had no choice but to go himself.

Aside from being a bit more arrogant and flying a bit higher, Rupert, who had successfully sacrificed himself, did not change significantly. However, magicians rely on quick kills in combat. Without knowing what magic the opponent had acquired, they should fight swiftly and decisively, not giving the opponent a chance to make a move.

Gawain raised his five fingers, activating the necromancy bone spear, held it in his palm, and hurled it at Rupert, who was a hundred meters away.

It wasn't over yet. The moment the first bone spear left his hand, the second and third bone spears took shape in quick succession.

Swish!

Swish! Swish—

Dozens of bone spears shot out in succession. Although they did not form a barrage of suppressive fire, their terrifying force made their destructive momentum not to be underestimated.

Rupert was still basking in the ecstasy of "I've become a mage," like a sitting duck, oblivious to the danger. By the time he reacted, a bone spear struck his chest with tremendous force, shattering as Rupert let out a muffled groan, and the kite with its broken string plummeted to the ground.

You villains, did you even bring your brains with you when you went out?

Gawain was utterly speechless. His hands moved faster than his brain. Before he could finish his rant, he instantly cast two spells.

Necromantic Magic: Sinking Swamp.

Solar Magic: Shadow of Flash.

Below Rupert's fall, the ground within a 20-meter radius instantly turned blackish-green, and a foul stench rose up. Hundreds of thick, bony hands emerged from the mud, grabbing Rupert's limbs and bones, trying to drag him into the swamp and bury him alive.

Rupert's black and red robes were custom-made high-end items, featuring not only wind runes but also fire and light runes. He lit them up one by one, first using the intense light to drive away the filth, and then using the flames to scorch and dry up the swamp.

Before it could take flight, a flash of light appeared!

A golden afterglow arrived in an instant, stunning Dawn, who was squatting on the ground panting. It was the first time he had seen Gawain use solar magic, and he fell into deep thought.

Gawain used his experience to raise his mastery of Shadow Flash to Lv3, mastering it with ease and exceptional skill. In Dawn's eyes, this was the result of diligent practice, indicating that Gawain had not recently learned Shadow Flash but had already mastered it before their first encounter on the highway.

Dawn was convinced. Just as he had expected, Gawain hadn't used magic that night because he knew Gawain was stupid, not bad, and hadn't been serious from the start.

After some mental contemplation, Gao Wen's precarious moral image suddenly regained its stability.

boom!

A hundred meters away, dust billowed like pillars, suddenly rushing towards the cave ceiling.

Dawn stared intently and saw that Gawain had struck hard, the door-shaped sword accurately hitting Rupert and smashing his head into his chest. He thought to himself that this was a sure thing.

Such a fatal injury poses no risk of rescue, even for a magician.

The smile on Dawn's face had just appeared when he froze, seeing a large hand burst out of the soil in front of the altar, followed by a red inner and black robe.

Rupert!

Lies Magic: Substitute User.

The magic of lies originates from the God of Lies, one of the three evil gods. It is defined as a necessary evil for order, and is in charge of lies, conspiracies, theft, assassination, and wealth. The legendary god with a thousand faces is also the guardian of assassins and thieves.

As the student council president, Dawn's excellent academic performance goes without saying. He immediately saw through the magic and shouted for Gawain to stop trying to outwit the puppet.

On Gawain's side, Rupert had already noticed the anomaly. After being hit by a door, Rupert, who had shrunk by 30 centimeters, suddenly turned into a pile of mud. After being prompted by the AI ​​assistant, he learned that he had encountered a Stand user.

Turning around, Rupert stood before the altar, holding the severed claw high in his hands.

Blood vessels emerged from its body, connecting to the torn surfaces of the severed claws, absorbing the flesh and blood of the unknown life form into its own.

Feeling the continuous flow of puva within him, Rupert was completely absorbed, squinting his eyes in enjoyment: "Mortal teachers, open your eyes wide and see clearly, this is the true essence of magic!"

Hellish Magic: The Source of Gluttony: A Bloody Feast.

Chapter 90 Why are you yelling so loudly? The neighbors have to go to work tomorrow.

Rupert's sacrifice in Hell was successful; this is a victory.

Years of painstaking effort have led to success; this is the second victory.

Having acquired the skills, magic awaits him in the future; this is the third victory.

……

With powerful magic and the power of the demon god integrated into himself, the road ahead will be smooth sailing; this is the fifth victory.

……

To be able to survive by putting oneself in a desperate situation is the eighth victory;

……

Ten wins.

We've won so much!

Overwhelmed with emotion, he couldn't help but look up at the sky and let out a long roar.

The sound was very loud!

So what if his voice is louder? He persevered from the age of "Don't underestimate a poor young man" to "Don't underestimate a poor middle-aged man," never forgetting his original aspirations. Finally, his voice resonated, sweeping away all the setbacks and reaching the pinnacle of his life. His voice should be this loud, and it will be even louder when he goes to the capital.

He wanted to reclaim the lost lands and glory of his family in front of His Majesty the King!

He did this not to prove how great he was, but to fulfill the promise he made to himself and to tell everyone that he would take back what he had lost!

Rupert's frenzied roars echoed through the cavern, unaware that the so-called 'true essence of magic' was descending in an extremely violent and irreversible manner.