god of tomorrow

“I am a kind-hearted person and can’t bear to see an old man shed tears, so I quickly stepped on his face and crushed it under my feet. I promised him that as long as he took his own life instead of dirtying my hands, I would grant his humble request.”

"Your father committed suicide, and he left with a smile on his face."

"Hehehehehe————"

Gao Wen smiled without saying a word, then let out a hearty laugh. Ma Long, standing beside him, had his soul fire flickering in his eyes and joined in the laughter.

"Hehehehehe————" x2

Tie Niu didn't laugh. Hearing Gao Wen's malicious lines and laughter, he felt it wasn't acting and began to suspect that he belonged to the villain's camp.

This is bad. Deep within his empty soul lies a strong impulse. He is a good spirit, yearning to judge evil, punish sin, and execute all the souls that break the law.

What? The master is laughing?

That's fine.

"Hehehehehe————" x3

"court death!"

Fan Sen was furious. He threw down his wine glass, told the female pianist to stop playing, and told them to all come at him. He wanted to tear Gao Wen to pieces and burn his ashes to plaster on the school gate.

Let the school's higher-ups see clearly that these are the innocent people they claim to be.

That's more like it!

Gao Wen nodded in satisfaction. "You're a villain, why are you pretending to be so profound? Hysteria is your style."

boom!

Five figures moved out at the same time. Fan Sen, who was in the lead, was full of killing intent. He first protected his four underlings in front of him. Once the two undead knights were distracted by the two of them, he could kill Gawain in the first place.

Although I don't know what kind of necromancy this is, the fundamental principle remains the same: the summoning rules of necromancy are eternally unchanged. As long as the summoner is killed, the undead will dissipate.

There's no need to tackle the tough challenges; just focus on the easy ones.

Ox-Head and Horse-Face stepped forward loyally, sweeping their heavy swords and spears, unleashing a deathly aura. The dense gray swirling around their weapons drew back a terrifying curtain.

One to the left, one to the right, one slashing, one thrusting—they were like close comrades-in-arms who had shared life and death for many years, their movements perfectly coordinated. The overwhelming death aura was like a wall of sighs erected, inspiring an inescapable despair.

An extremely violent death aura rushed towards them, and the five of them were all shocked. They had overestimated the power of the two undead knights, and they did not expect their opponents to use such a powerful move.

The relaxed stance clearly indicated it was just a normal attack.

If basic attacks are this good, then the ultimate skill must be flying high!

Vansen's pupils contracted sharply, a sense of foreboding rising within him. He had thought that Hill and Hugh were Gawain's mainstays, and that four against two would be enough to hold off the two undead knights. Tonight, too many of his assumptions had been wrong, and this was not a good sign.

Fan Sen was agitated and told himself to calm down and think things through; there was nothing to panic about. Gawain was trapped in an illusion and had been seduced by beauty. As long as he broke through the undead knight's blockade, everything would be alright.

Gao Wen didn't move. When he was listening to the zither, he told the system not to rush to issue tasks and to use the Appraisal skill to scan Fan Sen and the other four people one by one.

The information is blank; all that can be confirmed is that they are all formal mages. Whether anyone is above a formal mage is beyond the scope of the identification spell.

As a mere mortal-level magic apprentice, he single-handedly took on five formal mages, and there's no rule out the possibility that some of them were hidden high-level mages. It wouldn't be unreasonable to give him a larger reward for the mission, would it?

Dear host, the system feels this is a bit excessive!

Gawain's stats only indicate he's at the Iron level; his actual strength has long since reached the level of a full-fledged mage, so there's no question of him challenging someone of a higher level...

Not necessarily. What if the host has a bad word to say and there really is a high-level mage?

The AI ​​assistant analyzed the data and revised the combat mission.

[Host triggers mission [One vs. Five]]

[Mission Description: The despicable Fan Sen has set an ambush. You have fallen into the trap without realizing it. The enemy outnumbers you and you have no way out but to fight to the death. This is the moment to show your courage.]

【任务奖励：每击杀/击败一人，奖励经验点x2w、金币x1000、基础自由属性点x20；团灭对方，追加奖励经验点x5w、金币x2000】

【Whether to accept? 】

【whether】

"That's more like it."

Gao Wen nodded secretly, accepted the task, and focused his attention on the battlefield. He discovered that Ox-Head and Horse-Face were overwhelming Fan Sen's group of five, releasing death energy at will, leaving the group of five only able to run for their lives.

The Magic Corridor is fair; no one can escape within thirty minutes.

"Is it just my imagination? Have these two guys gotten stronger again..."

Gao Wen muttered something and transmitted his thoughts to Tie Niu and Ma Long, telling them to be more restrained. He said they could cripple them, but absolutely not kill them; he had already reserved those five heads for them.

After transmitting the message, Gao Wen settled into his role as a turret mage. With two summoned creatures charging forward, he waved his hand to unleash a bone spear spell, aiming at the thug and hurling it out.

The bone spear has an inherent impact effect and does not require manual throwing. Gawain disliked that the initial speed was too slow and that the opponent might dodge it, so he adjusted the magic and changed it to hand-held throwing the moment the bone spear appeared.

The speed is more than twice as fast!

Whoosh!

A sharp whistling sound suddenly rang out in the air, and a white lightning bolt flashed, arriving in front of the thug at an almost instantaneous speed.

With a muffled thud, the bone spear easily pierced the thug's chest, and with its continued force, shot out from his back, leaving a cluster of scarlet blood.

Gao Wen watched this scene with a satisfied smile on his lips.

Magicians shouldn't be too rigid; they need to be creative. Mastering both magic and martial arts is the way to go. We should develop more 'manual mode' magic in the future.

The next second, the thug who should have been pierced by the bone spear suddenly disappeared into thin air.

When he reappeared, he was still surrounded and blocked by the veil of deathly aura, as if he had always been in that position.

Holy crap, what kind of magic is this?

Space displacement, substitute puppets, time rewind...

Gawain's eyes widened in disbelief that a nameless supporting character could possess such powerful magic.

"Dear host, according to analysis, you have fallen under an illusion spell. There is a 76% chance it is the illusion magic 'Reality Weaving,' which originates from the Moon Goddess, one of the two gods of the Sun and Moon..."

"Stop talking nonsense, here's the solution."

“There are many ways to break through illusion magic, but with your current abilities, you can only kill the spellcaster.”

"Do you even need to tell me? Where is the spellcaster?"

Gao Wenxin asked a question, then suddenly remembered that he seemed to have met the bar hostess standing next to Fan Sen once before. Just now, when the young ladies came in and greeted President Wang, the bar hostess was among them, and she even bit her lower lip flirtatiously at him, inviting him to try the color.

Hill, with her rich experience, could tell at a glance from her red lips that she was a woman who was eager to seduce men. This kind of older woman was the best at inflating prices by sitting on her younger brother's back. She told the manager to quickly replace her with a batch of milder ones.

If I'm not mistaken, that's when I fell victim to the virus.

No wonder I've been plagued by illusions since the corridor started, and the light pollution just now was also... Even the battle right now is a mix of reality and illusion.

Having figured out the key point, Gawain felt a lingering fear. Fortunately, Hill had timely switched to a milder version, fortunately, Vansen was a competent, talkative villain, and fortunately, he summoned Ox-Head and Horse-Face as soon as he made his move, creating a wall of sighs with overwhelming death energy. Otherwise, he would have died before even getting started, and the God of Wishes would have been defeated by a bar hostess before he could even shine.

Magic is too dangerous!

Learn from your mistakes. Gawain made sure to remember this moment. The world inside and outside the school is two different worlds. Never rely on past experience. When fighting a magician, you must be extremely cautious.

He'd made up his mind. After borrowing money from his fellow villager Fan, he was going to acquire an illusion magic spell.

It works so well!

"Tie Niu, Ma Long, maintain the death canopy and don't let anyone in. That woman in red, just... throw her into the death aura."

Gawain mentally transmitted the command, and with a blink of his eyes, he activated the magic Dark Vision. The system determined that he could not break the illusion magic at present, but he did not believe it and wanted to see the world from a different perspective.

In his black pupils, starlight patterns flashed and disappeared in an instant.

In the new perspective, the world is a gray expanse. The appearances of the Ox-Head and Horse-Face remain unchanged, and the textures of bones and soulfire are already low-end and cannot be further reduced. The flesh-and-blood figures of Fansen and others are indistinguishable in terms of facial features, existing only as red outlines and blue lines.

Red represents flesh and blood, and blue represents magic circuits.

Gao Wen had tried it a few times before and knew that this was a normal image.

But being in the illusionary magic, it was difficult for him to be normal. He saw more than a dozen enemies surrounding the deathly sky. Every time one of them was swallowed by death energy, a new red dot would randomly light up.

Clearly, the hostess's illusion magic had completely interfered with his vision; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it sensory manipulation.

Unfortunately, while he could control his vision, he couldn't control his loyal knight.

A gap suddenly opened in the deathly gray mist, as if some humanoid figure had fallen in, hastily erecting a magical shield to resist the invasion of the deathly aura.

The impact of a living person falling into a pot of boiling oil is comparable to pouring cold water into a pot of boiling oil; the commotion is extraordinary.

Got you!

Gao Wen flashed and rushed into the deathly aura.

He possesses proof of his status in the underworld, protected by the laws of the underworld, and is immune to the aura of death emanating from him; inhaling death energy is as easy as inhaling oxygen...

No, breathing too much oxygen can cause poisoning, but he breathes in dead air to stay alert and doesn't have that problem at all.

Amidst the surging vortex of deathly energy, the bar hostess struggled to raise her shield and resist. Just now, for some unknown reason, the undead knight suddenly charged at her, ramming her into the Wailing Wall with a bullock cart.

Buzzing and chattering!

Under the onslaught of death energy, the magic shield crackled and popped, and the magic power was rapidly depleted at a visible rate.

This place is like the underworld; it's not a place for humans to stay.

run!

Run!

After struggling for a few seconds, seeing that her magic power was running out and still unable to find a way out, the hostess closed her eyes in despair.

At that moment, a pair of large hands attacked from behind, one hand gripping her face and the other gripping her slender neck.

Through her fingers, one could see the hostess's eyes, filled with extreme terror.

Gawain couldn't see anything, only felt like he was holding a ball of air, but the sensation in his fingertips made it clear that he had grasped his target.

His hands released a cloud of death energy that rapidly flowed into the bar hostess's body, roaming through her limbs and bones, corroding her life force and robbing her of her life.

The once beautiful body has withered and lost its luster; the red lips have lost their vibrancy; the limbs and torso are like withered trees...

Necromantic Magic: Devouring Hand!

"Waaaaah—"

"Take a deep breath, it's normal to feel dizzy." Gao Wen squinted and suddenly exerted force with both hands.

Click!