You are all my wings!

Even if it fails, you can use a fourth-order one next time.

However, this will require some time to heal the soul and find suitable upgrade items again.

But right now, Lyon has nothing but plenty of materials!

So he decided to give it a try and use a fifth-tier scorpion tail as an upgrade material!

“Maquilu, I will be careful. If I find any risk of getting lost, I will immediately stop the advancement. If I get injured, I will have to trouble you to find Britta to help me heal.”

"Hmph! You promised Iris you wouldn't take any more risks, but now you're like this. Your credibility is questionable."

Maggie was still extremely worried.

"Don't worry, I always assess the risks before taking any risks. I only take risks when I'm sure there won't be any major problems."

Lyon was telling the truth.

Having experienced multiple deaths in his past lives, he is adept at avoiding the risk of death.

Of course, even the best swimmers can drown, and Leon was also worried about his advancement. After thinking for a moment, he said:

“Alright, Machiru, if you notice my facial muscles twitching for more than 8 seconds... no, let’s say 5 seconds, then immediately wipe away my magic circle.”

"Okay, if that's the case, then it's acceptable."

Maggie nodded; this plan sounded much safer.

Leon and Machiru exchanged a glance, began chanting, and then gathered their magic to activate the magic circle.

boom!!!!!

As the magic circle was activated, the extremely hard scorpion tail began to emit a dark, dazzling light, like layers of mist.

At the same time, an astonishing aura suddenly emanated from both inside and outside Lyon's body.

The aura was truly astonishing, as if a fifth-tier demon had appeared in the camp, quickly alarming the fifth and sixth-tier experts outside the tents.

The first to arrive outside the tent was Molun Sword King, who was about to lift the curtain to see what was going on.

"Hey you outside, someone inside is advancing in rank, it's best not to come in and disturb them."

A young voice came from inside, and Molun Sword King was slightly taken aback, but did not continue to lift the curtain.

Upgrade?

This aura clearly belongs to a powerful fifth-tier demon, and it seems to be one of the strongest among fifth-tier demons.

Who would be so extravagant as to use such a high-level spellcasting organ to advance their rank?

Film series?

This is the Saintess's camp. It seems that only Leon among her subordinates can use this kind of upgrade item.

"Little girl, you must be joking. Brother Leon is only at the second tier, right? Although his previous combat performance was amazing, combat is combat, and tier advancement is tier advancement. Can he withstand using powerful fifth-tier materials?"

Molun Sword King frowned.

"Little girl? You old man, you really don't know how to talk. I'm already an adult!"

"Alright, I apologize... I remember, your name is Miss Machiru, right? Aren't you worried about your companion? Forcibly using upgrade items across multiple tiers is very dangerous. Don't think that stopping me is helping your friend! I've seen many such failures!"

Molun Sword King's voice grew increasingly urgent.

"What? You didn't say anything when Lyon was framed, but now you're concerned?"

Machiru sneered. Before, battles were battles and teammates were teammates, but on such an important occasion as advancing in rank, she would never allow a stranger to disturb her, no matter how friendly he seemed.

Chapter 202 I've never seen him fail.

Machiru's question caused Molun Sword King to fall silent for a moment, and at that moment, another sixth-tier swordsman arrived.

"what's the situation?"

Long Spear King Seid glanced around the tent: "Moren, did a monster break in, or has someone advanced in rank?"

"uncertain."

Molun Sword King shook his head. He was cautious by nature and dared not be certain until he saw it with his own eyes.

"Gentlemen, I reiterate, this is an advancement, please do not misinterpret it, and do not disturb us!"

Bang!Bang!

Several cursed venomous snakes shot out from the tent, hissing and coiling up, guarding the entrance.

Upon seeing this, the two sixth-tier beings exchanged a glance.

"Should we force our way in?"

Said asked.

"No, let's wait. Since the other party is so determined, there's no need to break off relations now. It's just a bit of a pity."

Morren spoke to Said in a low voice, without elaborating on what the pity was.

However, Said understood Moron's meaning: if this was indeed an advancement, judging from the current aura of Shadow magic, the person who was advancing was most likely Leon Belron.

"A powerful fifth-tier Shadow-type material?"

"Yes."

"Hiss, this is really reckless. It's rare that Her Highness the Princess values ​​this strategist, but now she's courting death like this."

Said had been there too, having witnessed countless fellow adventurers fail to advance their ranks due to their eagerness for quick success.

One failure may not be a big deal, but the losses it brings can be a major blow to most ordinary adventurers, and it's normal for them to become discouraged and give up.

Moron shook his head: "He's probably relying on the Saintess's presence and isn't afraid of the damage from a failed advancement, so he's taking a gamble. After all, the monster tide just now was so impressive, so it's understandable that he's a bit anxious."

Although they had witnessed many of Leon's most exciting battles, they knew that Leon's magical level was quite high.

But the materials from those shadow-type monsters were clearly intended for Lyon to advance another Shadowwalker class.

So, high magical proficiency has little to do with the profession itself.

There may be some beneficial effects that can be applied to other similar situations, but the proportion will certainly not be high.

To be honest, even if Leon had chosen a powerful fourth-tier material, neither of them would have thought that way; they would have assumed that the other was quite confident in his abilities to act this way.

After all, his combat prowess is undeniable, far surpassing that of most adventurers.

Before the two had exchanged more than a few words, two powerful fifth-tier Tangde Archmages and Kairon arrived.

In terms of mobility, these two are naturally inferior to the two sixth-tier warriors.

"Interesting. It's actually this kid Lyon who's advancing in rank. He's playing it pretty big."

When Kairon arrived, he only glanced at the situation before grasping its essence and shaking his head with a tsk-tsk sound.

Beside him, Morren asked in surprise:

"Chiron, aren't you worried about the younger generation of your mage guild?"

Kaylon shrugged: "What's there to worry about? I've never seen this kid fail since I've known him. With his meticulous work style, he must have absolute confidence to do this. He's not some hothead like you were back then, Moron."

He recalled the painful lesson of being caught using magic to eavesdrop last time, and still couldn't understand how Leon and the saintess had managed to catch him.

Molun Sword King snorted, "You hothead? You weren't much better back in the day, Kairon."

"That's different. I'm much more reliable than you."

Kairon smiled faintly.

Before long, the stronger fifth-tier warriors arrived one after another.

However, Sword King Moron told them to go back directly.

Because the sixth-tier beings present are enough to keep the scene in check, there's no need for others to join in the fun; those who were just busy still have to keep going.

Before long, the lingering smell inside and outside the tent gradually dissipated, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet.

The group looked at each other, wondering if they had succeeded or failed.

Because success or failure has no obvious signs, you have to see it to know.

"Even if we succeed, it will probably take a long time to digest all this knowledge. There's nothing we can do but wait here. I'm going to take a nap to rest. You guys keep an eye on things."

Chiron yawned, rested his wand on his shoulder, and casually strode away.

Seeing this, the Great Magician Tangde simply followed Chiron.

Although the two were only casting spells from the back and seemed relaxed, they were the main spellcasters and were given a lot of mana-restoring potions by Ophima, so they were under the greatest mental strain throughout the process.

Conversely, although the sixth-tier warriors were responsible for suppressing the strongest sixth-tier and powerful fifth-tier warriors, they did not need to be on the front line against the monster tide, so their overall fatigue level was actually the lowest.

Molun Sword King and Said Spear King exchanged a glance.

Do you want to wait for the results?

Said asked, "Judging from this, you don't seem to want to stand here awkwardly anymore."

"Go and rest if you want, just in case someone is up to something. I'll keep an eye on things here."

Moren said slowly.

Seeing this, Said chuckled softly: "You're not dissatisfied with Kairon's assessment, are you? So you want to see if this young man succeeds or fails? Can he accomplish this feat?"

Morren countered, "I'm more curious why you don't care?"

"I think the chances of failure are higher, so I simply don't bother watching. After all, when young people embarrass themselves, they don't want to be seen, nor do they want to force a smile to deal with the comfort from strangers like us, right? This is a rare display of my gentleness and kindness."

Saide waved his hand, picked up his spear, and strode away.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly seemed to remember something and said without turning his head:

"By the way, Moren, if you're looking to witness failure, I advise you not to watch it. What else can you see besides a disappointed person? Can you see your own success and feel superior? That's not a pleasant thing."

Molen was speechless, acting like a philosopher.

I just wanted to see if someone who jumps two ranks and uses powerful monster materials to advance could actually succeed.

Several hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Moron waited quietly outside the tent, during which time he received fresh, powerful monster meat skewers and the return of the four quasi-holy knights under the saintess's command.

Karl and his companions had all sustained serious injuries. After receiving treatment from Britta, they rested for a while at the healing camp, consuming monster meat, before returning.

From afar, one could see the imposing figure of Molun Sword King, standing as straight as a javelin.

Although this Sword King was about the same age as Kairon, around seventy or eighty, he still had the appearance of someone who was old but vigorous, with strong limbs and a slender body.

"Sword King, may I ask what brings you to wait before our tent?"

The group exchanged glances, and Mark stepped forward to ask a question.

He's a sixth-level expert after all; we still have to give him face.

Morren glanced back at the four of them and said calmly:

"Nothing much, I just wanted to check if Leon Belon's advancement went smoothly."

The four were somewhat puzzled. Why did this person need to come and see whether Lord Lyon's promotion was going smoothly?

And at that very moment—

A powerful aura suddenly emanated from inside and outside the tent.

The surrounding tents swayed gently even though there was no wind.

Chapter 203 No wonder His Highness keeps thinking about it

Not only that, the group also noticed that countless shadows were sliding out of the tent floor.

When these shadows touched Moren's feet, his expression changed slightly.

The tactile sensation is very strong!

It felt like being entangled by some powerful python, which was extremely strange.

Shadow magic is generally characterized by its ability to conceal and move.