Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

“There’s one thing you’ve forgotten, Rufus Flameheart. You’ve forgotten my reward.”

Xiao Ming took off the ice stone ring from his hand and gently crushed the ice-blue gemstone into powder.

The paladin's body was ignited in an instant.

The flames consumed him entirely.

But he didn't let go.

The paladin, entangled in flames and holy light, lowered his head and kissed the Flame Demon Girl's lips in surprise.

“I love you, Rufus Flameheart.”

Holy light and flames ignited Xiaoming, and they became indistinguishable in the firelight.

During the celebration, amidst the cheers of the demons, Xiaoming became the most dazzling torch.

Chapter 387 Special Guest

"Hey, who's that guy?" Lyle looked at the human-shaped matchstick that had suddenly caught fire in the center of the arena. After burning for a minute, the warrior was carried out by a group of arcane mages, probably to get emergency treatment. The fire demon girl followed behind them anxiously.

A tablecloth lich sat next to Lyle. The reporter glanced at him briefly, then turned away uninterested.

“I don’t know who he is, but I know he will become a close relative of coke and cinder in the future.”

"What a brave warrior," Lyle exclaimed, finally understanding why he had avoided the Balrog. "Perhaps Andrei's new funeral service could be given to him."

"He's still alive, Plague Doctor." A booming voice rang in Lyle's ears, and Mr. Raymond's figure completely enveloped the trembling reporter. "And he's far from dead."

Mr. Raymond stood in his seat, watching the small black dot disappear from sight. "Ah, Paladin, if that Balrog were a little stronger, my guild could have gained another new member. What a pity."

"But that paladin is clearly suffering from severe burns, injuries that could kill him at any moment."

“No, Plague Doctor,” Raymond shook his head, “He is a paladin.”

"You probably haven't heard the saying: A paladin cannot be hurt twice by the same force."

"Literally, in every battle, a paladin learns to resist from the pain, and the closer they are to death, the stronger their resistance becomes. The paladin's power comes from judgment and struggle, the reward of the Holy Light, and the growth of their own physique, all of which make the paladin the most powerful warrior."

“If that paladin is allowed to continue, it won’t be long before his body learns to resist fire, or even become immune to fire.”

Raymond naturally saw the paladin and the fire demon embracing each other.

"Paladins and demons..." Raymond's voice gradually faded, and then a loud bang came from his body.

The dean, sitting behind Raymond, placed the enchanted staff on his helmet.

"How long are you going to stand there! Don't you know you're blocking my view! You're blocking my way!" The dean glanced at the demon stands diagonally opposite, where the group of Ramontos fanatics were already starting to get restless. "Sit down!"

“Alright.” Mr. Raymond sat back down. Behind him sat the Dean, to his left sat Mr. Apocalypse, the president of the Advanced Magic Research Society, clad in full armor, to his right sat Mr. Dragon, the advanced professor of Bone Conjuration, and in front of him sat Mr. Mirror, the president of the Magic Research Society. Lyle was diagonally in front of Raymond.

These are the writings of the Dean, concerning the "guardians" of the dangerous figure, the Holy Light Calamity.

The Wandering City Clan Championship is about to begin, and all the clans have already found their places in the stands of the Black Abyss Arena, which has been distorted by space.

Logically, in order to highlight the theme of harmonious coexistence among all races, the seating arrangement should allow people of all races to be mixed freely.

However, some races are the kind of beings that threaten the lives of others even if they are only brought close.

For example, the demon race, and the lich.

Andre Academy occupied an area of ​​the stands, and they were not allowed to leave their area while watching.

Lyle watched awkwardly as his familiar lich colleagues surrounded him in layers. Among them were some key figures, such as Mr. Raymond and Mr. Darkness—powerful yet dangerous individuals who acted recklessly.

They are surrounded by many "guards".

But Lyle looked around and felt something was off.

Those sitting around me were all people I knew.

The mischievous trio from the Necromancer Figure Company: Shiny, Manipulative, and Adaptable.

The Magic Research Club's rule-breaking duo: Mr. Miracle and Mr. Inspiration.

The literary society trio consists of Mr. Gentleman, Mr. Reporter, and Mr. Delusional.

They are all around him.

Lyle greeted his friends calmly, but deep down he had a feeling that he had fallen into a trap.

Just as Lyle was looking down and struggling with his thoughts.

The eight men, including Andrei, stared at each other, smiles appearing on their flesh and blood.

As Bigbie's distinctive high-pitched voice entered everyone's ears through the magic crystal, the tournament officially began.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Today, in the arena of glory, we will witness together which race is the strongest!"

"No amount of flowery language can quell our passion, so let's get straight to the opening ceremony!"

"The once-in-a-decade Wandering City Championship! This time! We've welcomed our new friends!"

"Human race! Phantom of the forest, hero of the trees! Leviser, ghost hunter!"

"The same human race! The Wall of War, the Berserker Knight! The Derean Defender Knight!"

Cheers and shouts signified that the two kingdoms had merged into the City of Wandering.

Bigby paused for a second, then her shrill voice rose again.

"And then there are our old friends, and our new friends! They've never participated in the tournament, but their people have left a deep impression on us. Let's wait and see! Is the magic of death equivalent to power? Can treacherous schemes bring victory?"

"Andrei! Lich!!!"

"Roar!!!!!!!!!!" The furious roar seemed capable of shaking the arena to its core, its intensity far exceeding the cheers received by the two human kingdoms.

This is the foundation of Andrei's reputation built over many years.

Lyle looked at a stone monster sitting not far away, its granite face staring back at him. From that uneven face, Lyle saw human-like anger.

"I mean, is Andrei really welcome?" Lyle looked at the expressions of the people around him; their negative emotions were written all over their faces after hearing the name Andrei.

“Of course they’re popular, Plague Doctor, didn’t you hear their cheers?” Mr. Miracle chuckled. “Our Andre is the one everyone wants.”

“But the way that guy was looking at me seemed off.” Lyle pointed at the stone monster, which was pounding its fists while glaring at him menacingly.

The reporter glanced at Lyle in the direction of his gaze, then handed Lyle a blank sheet of paper.

"Here you go, the plague doctor."

Lyle looked at both sides of the white paper. There were no words or magical aura; it was just an ordinary piece of white paper.

Why are you giving me this?

"A blacklist, to write down names for future revenge, no, to build relationships."

Bigbie rubbed her long fingernails against the magic crystal, the screeching sound drowning out the audience's enthusiastic shouts. Once the noise subsided a bit, Bigbie announced loudly again.

"New friends naturally need to prepare a new opening ceremony."

"This year, our opening ceremony is..."

"Hellfire Invitational Tournament!"

"Everyone should be familiar with the main characters of this race by now!" In the center of the Kakuzu arena, several spine-bound chariots that would definitely be arrested for illegal modifications in Andrei rushed into everyone's sight.

"The Wheel of the Spine! A new mode of transportation developed by the Necromancer Figurine Company of the Andrei Society, a tool! A work of art! And a weapon! The Wheel of the Spine is absolutely popular among demons! Damn it, even I cried for days because there was no inferior demon-customized version of the Wheel of the Spine!"

"This magnificent creation that can turn your brains into adrenaline—who is truly capable of wielding it? Its researchers? Or its masters?"

"Today, all doubts will be answered."

"The Hellfire Invitational Tournament! We will be inviting a special guest from Andre Academy to participate!"

"he is the one……"

"Son of the Fallen Angel! Prince of the Abyss! Father of the Wheel of the Spine!"

"Epidemic doctor!!!!"

Chapter 388 Trump Card

Lyle hadn't even reacted when that name echoed through the Black Abyss Arena.

It wasn't until Andrei's liches turned their attention to him that Lyle realized that the person described by those shameful titles that could lead to social death was himself.

I am a special guest of the Hellfire Invitational Tournament and a participant in the speed race.

This was a shameful betrayal, and Lyle realized it almost instantly. His own comrade had made him participate in a competition against the demons without informing him.

"Shiny! You guys!"

Faced with Lyle's rage, the three—Shining, Manipulating, and Adapting—responded with... a lightning-fast apology.

"Boss, I was wrong!!" Shining and Changeable practically pressed their faces to the ground in an instant, removing their own heads and banging their skulls against their seats with a series of loud thuds. This lich's method of admitting guilt instantly extinguished half of Lyle's anger, which had been fueled by shock.

As the slightly more reliable operator among the three, he explained the reason while kowtowing.

"Boss, we had no choice! We had our reasons!"

Lyle simply chuckled coldly at the sophistry of manipulation.

"Really, boss, this exhibition match isn't just an exhibition match! It's also Andrei's first public event!"

"I remember the first public event was the Music Life event of the Literature Club, right?" Although the result was quite disastrous.

“Ahem,” the reporter coughed next to Lyle. “Mr. Plague Doctor, the Musical Life is just a friendly activity between our literary society and the elves, and it is not an official activity of Andrei.”

Really? I don't remember saying that.

The gentleman leaned close to Lyle's ear and whispered something.

"The effects of the Music Life event were too disastrous. One event drove more than a dozen elves into a frenzy. With such a brutal record, the Dean was almost driven to his death by our anger. He even gutted a few of us in charge and used our bones to make soup at the cooking club. Because it was so disastrous, Music Life was removed from the official events. That's why the Hellfire Showdown was our first official event."

"But I remember that according to the schedule, we should have already had four or five joint events, even without The Life of Music, there should still be three or four..."

The gentleman's face turned ashen. "Otherwise, why do you think the Hellfire Invitational was the first event?"

"A mass food poisoning incident occurred in the food street due to the consumption of bone ash biscuits..."