god of tomorrow

In an instant, a cylindrical light screen with a diameter of five meters rapidly expanded outward from him. The surface of the light screen was adorned with the holy emblem of the goddess of spring, and countless tender green vines and blooming flower shadows circulated on the light screen, endlessly regenerating and exuding a magnificent and pure life force.

Life and death, what a pair of sworn enemies.

The barrier descended, firmly isolating the dense death energy outside. The death energy struck the light screen, emitting a sizzling corrosive sound, leaving only fleeting ripples on the surface, unable to penetrate even a fraction.

A range of five meters is not worthy of a sacred artifact; at its peak, it could easily cover an entire temple.

The reason why the defensive range is so severely reduced is ultimately related to faith. Fansen is not a devout believer of the Goddess of Spring, and the corresponding magic is the cheap kind that he only learned for the sake of the jewels.

If you are neither devout nor willing to spend a lot of money on the goddess, why should the goddess's sacred artifacts protect you? Be content with five meters!

"Hahaha----"

Fan Sen was enveloped in the life force, his health and mana replenishing with every breath, instantly returning him to his peak condition. He laughed loudly, "Gao Wen, I gave you a chance for a one-on-one duel, but you didn't cherish it. Just wait, I'll tell everyone the secret you possess!"

You really think I can't kill you?

Gao Wen raised an eyebrow and saw Fan Sen's shadow beneath his feet through the light barrier of the life barrier.

Blending into the shadows, walking against the light...

Feel the depth and flow; you can reach any crevice in the shadows.

I can kill him!

Chapter 61 Pentakill

Gold Powder Club.

The fire alarm suddenly went off, and customers on all floors were running outside. Many of them were only wearing shorts and wrapped in bath towels, cursing loudly.

The young women, dressed in tattered clothes, fared even worse; they were already lightly dressed, and now they were even lightly dressed.

The staff busied themselves, apologizing to everyone and promising that all purchases tonight would be free, and that all guests' membership cards would be upgraded to a higher level.

It's a mess.

In the ballroom on the first floor, the dazzling lights were blinding, but the music didn't continue and the dancing didn't resume; instead, there were three figures facing each other.

The two people on the left, one of whom was the female manager Gao Wen had met before, had changed from her previous obsequious manner and revealing cleavage to a sharp-browed and imposing figure, her entire demeanor had changed drastically, and she was clearly a master.

I've met another one, Gao Wen, but given his nature, I've long forgotten about him.

This was a middle-aged man, with a calm demeanor and bright eyes; his profession was chef. He was the head chef when Hill first treated Gawain to dinner, and he personally served the dishes and introduced the precious ingredients.

Gao Wen, a wild boar, couldn't stomach fine food. Like Hervy, buffets were his domain. He buried his head in his drink, guzzling down plate after plate, and almost drank the chef to death that night.

The head chef's name is Bob. He works for the Griffith family and is a cook by day. When needed, he will help Hill with some problems.

For example, tonight.

Hill's skills are average, and Hugh is always low-key. Neither of them will help Gawain themselves. Bob was arranged by Hill, and he will show up to help if things go wrong.

Everything was planned perfectly, but someone outside the script blocked our way.

The newcomer was named Colin, a knight of Prince Wick, the second prince. He was thin, with squinty eyes and a smiling tiger who always had a gentle smile on his lips.

I met with Van Senjovik tonight, and he said he had a surprise for me. I stopped by halfway to take care of a small matter.

Vansen didn't say what it was about, and Wick didn't ask either. He waved to Colin, signaling him to follow and see.

Because of Vanvich's Chaos Sacrifice incident, the parents' association is putting pressure on everyone, attacking anyone they can. With so many nobles tied together, even if Wick were just the second prince, or even if he were the king, he would have to temporarily avoid the limelight.

So recently, Wick has been considering giving up on Vansen.

Throughout the entire Golden Kingdom, there are so many people willing to serve his second prince that they could stretch from Golden City to Silver City; they wouldn't miss the chance to have another one like Fan Sen.

In principle, a nobleman can only have three knights, but the prince is not a nobleman, and his surname is the rule. Wick appears to be obedient and honest, with only three knights, but secretly he has formed a knightly order.

It's quite large, with over 80 people.

The question was about self-preservation; there was absolutely no intention of going head-to-head with the elder brother and whoever won would inherit the throne.

Vansen's strength was only considered average in the Knights. The reason Wick treated him differently was mainly because Vansen had a business mind and Vansen and his father Vanvich had some influence at the Royal Magic University, making them worth winning over.

Now Vanvich is dead, Vansen has been expelled from school, the Chaos Sacrifice has attracted retaliation from the parents' association, and Vansen is hiding and unable to do business in public...

With its value reduced to zero and numerous negative impacts, Wick couldn't understand what the point of keeping Vansen was.

some!

Even a piece of toilet paper or a pair of underwear has its own use, let alone a living, breathing person like Fan Sen.

I'd spend a fortune to buy a horse's bones; I'll make the decisions for my little brother.

Wick kept Vansen around to show his other knights what a golden brand he could build. He believed that as long as they followed him and risked their lives for him, he would never abandon any of them.

Colin followed Vansen to the Gold Dust Club, sensing the layout of the magic corridor. When he saw the Third Prince Hugh among the crowd, he couldn't help but gasp.

crazy!

Vansen lured the second prince out and led his team to attack the third prince. This... this guy is the eldest prince's spy. He killed three and killed two, eliminating all of the eldest prince's rivals once and for all.

Colin grew increasingly panicked, his eyes squinting and widening, his scalp tingling with anxiety.

He wasn't afraid of trouble, but this was a huge deal. He immediately shielded the drunk Hugh behind him and also pulled Hill, who had fired the cannon, out of the bathroom.

If it's too noisy, knock it out.

These two people should not die in the Golden Powder Club, much less in front of the Second Prince's knight.

As for the freshmen in the Magic Corridor, Colin said he couldn't care less. They were all strangers, and he didn't care whether they lived or died.

Coincidentally, just as he shielded Hugh and Hill behind him, the female manager and Bob arrived.

Colin tried to explain, but the situation was clear: the female manager and Bob didn't want to hear his excuses and demanded that he hand over the hostages immediately.

"Colin, you mad dog!"

The female manager hissed angrily in a low voice, "Kidnapping the prince in her place, setting an ambush, and it's all organized and premeditated! They want her dead!"

"Colin, I will kill you today!"

Bob was trembling with anger. Young Master Hill told him that there would be something going on tonight, involving the grudges between Vansen and Gawain, but it was also possible that nothing would happen and it would just be a routine rant.

Unexpectedly, this led to a power struggle over the crown prince.

"If I said this wasn't kidnapping, would you believe me?"

What else could Colin say? He wanted nothing more than to beat Van Sen to death. What an audacious bastard! He had killed everyone.

"Don't I have eyes?!" x2

"..."

It's gotten longer.

If I were in their shoes, I would also think it was a conspiracy, but it really isn't!

In this situation, Colin was speechless. He only wanted to protect Hugh and Hill so that the second prince wouldn't get involved. He had no other intentions. He wouldn't dare to kidnap the prince even if he had ten lives.

"Colin, hand over the man!"

The female manager's eyes were bloodshot; she was worried that Colin would resort to desperate measures, but she wanted to go for it yet dared not.

Bob, too, clenched his fists tightly. Although he had the numerical advantage, he was hesitant to act rashly for fear of harming the innocent.

"I can hand them over to you, but you must make things clear. Believe me, I'm protecting them, not killing them." Colin dared not hand them over, otherwise things would really get complicated.

"I believe you." x2

Bullshit, your eyes are all red with envy!

The three stood facing off, none of them willing to give in.

Colin suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said, "Don't rush, wait a little longer. The magic corridor will disappear soon. As long as Vansen comes out, all misunderstandings can be cleared up. I swear on my life that His Highness Wick knows nothing about what happened tonight. It was all the eldest prince's conspiracy."

"..." x3

The magic corridor is a powerful treasure for a formal mage, but it pales in comparison to the three of them. Any one of them could easily shatter it from the outside.

But at that moment, no one dared to leave.

Colin was worried that the 'hostage' would be taken away, which would solidify his guilt. The female manager and Bob were even more afraid that the hostage's life would be in danger, so they stood rooted to the spot and didn't move.

A bizarre standoff begins!

Colin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This was the best outcome he could achieve. As long as he waited for Van Sen, everything would be alright.

As for Gawain...

With the crown prince contest at stake, the lives of the freshmen are irrelevant. Priorities exist, and people are divided into different classes. Bob, whom Hill brought in to support him, could only apologize.

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Inside the magic corridor, Vansen was still laughing loudly. Absolute Defense had been deployed, and he couldn't believe how he was going to die today.

This is in the bag!

Beside her, the female pianist, Fan Sen, took a deep breath, but because she was not a jewel holder and was not protected by the life force, she couldn't breathe at all.

"Fan Sen, heal me quickly, I've used up too much magic power."

"Turn around, life isn't something I can just casually inject into your body."

Fan Sen suppressed his smile, and when the pianist turned around, lifted her long, flowing hair to reveal her beautiful back not covered by her evening gown, he picked up the dagger on the ground and stabbed her seven times in a second, each stab aimed at a vital spot.

He clearly remembered the woman's complaining tone, her fierce eyes, and her aggressive questioning.

What gives her the nerve to ask him for treatment?

No way, do you really think that just because you've had a few close relationships with him, you can give him orders?

"Waaah..."

The woman playing the piano had a bloody mess behind her, and her screams were weak and feeble.

The magician learned meditation, which could alleviate pain and unleash potential. He survived being shot eight times, so the mere seven fatal wounds were not fatal at all.

Fan Sen snorted coldly and kicked the pianist in the back before she could turn around, sending her flying out of the barrier.

With his hooked nose, pointed chin, gloomy eyes, and boss-like face, he finally began to resemble VanVleet in his behavior.

"As expected of his favorite son, VanVleet is no good, and you're no worse..."

Gawain muttered to himself, looking at the figure writhing in pain at his feet, then pulled out the Extraditionist revolver and gave the piano girl a quick and painless thrashing.