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A medium-sized mountain trembled violently, huge chunks of earth rolling as they smashed through the trees in their path. The mountain exploded after trembling violently, from it emerged a fountain of dark and viscous liquid.
Bubbles rose from this sea of darkness, the dark waters rippled on its surface, and from them emerged toads, small and hundreds of them, pouring out like ants from an anthill, hopping violently as they headed towards the forest.
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Anthony surveyed the chaos of the place. The young man leading the group of students was indeed a recruit from the Cult Hunter Faculty. The difference lay in a badge on his shirt. The boy had a look full of hatred, and the other students nodded without hesitation. They had witnessed what those crazies could do to them if they could get their hands on them.
Their bodies trembled slightly, filled with courage. They couldn't falter now; after all, they all belonged to the prestigious academy of the empire. They also gained confidence thanks to the recruits from the Cult Hunter Faculty; before, they could only watch as their peers were massacred. The idea of killing people made their wills falter.
But with the arrival of a small group of recruits, they turned their desperate situation around, so they unconsciously entrusted their lives to the young recruit. The boy had blond hair and purple eyes, and in his hand gleamed a beautiful sword. He charged forward, leading the students who followed him. As he was in the front, he was the first to start the fierce battle.
His sword clashed brutally against the cultist's sword. The madman was clearly at a disadvantage, but still he did not fall. The boy sneered with contempt, and in a blink, dropped his sword. He quickly clenched his fists and spun his body; his speed was tremendous, even surprising Anthony.
The blond boy caught his sword in the air with incredible precision and then stabbed it directly into the bastard's heart.
"That was quick," a melodious voice sounded to Anthony's right. Angela was equally surprised; her golden eyes shone with a subtle gleam as she looked openly at the battlefield. She took out her staff and waved it in the air. The gems embedded in them emerged and shone, and the sky above split open from the crack, white flames like snow fell mercilessly against the other crazy bastards.
But there was a difference now; when the white flames made contact with their bodies, they felt unbearable pain. Some even began to tear their skin while crying out in agony. Anthony had to be surprised again. He himself had almost been consumed by his flames in the mini-event, although he felt they were extremely dangerous; he never felt the kind of pain those crazies were experiencing now.
"Seek forgiveness in the Lord's flames," Angela said emotionlessly as she watched them burn alive. Anthony couldn't help but think of the stories when witches were burned at the stake for being servants of the devil. In fact, it was the church itself that dealt with them, right? Discover stories at My Virtual Library Empire
The students stood dumbfounded for a few seconds, not knowing what had just happened. A few moments ago, they were fighting for their lives, then suddenly their opponents simply died. They scratched their heads, confused, with question marks above their heads.
"Thank you very much for your help, Lady Angela!" the blond boy was the first to notice the two people, although he too was lost for a few seconds, he regained focus and bowed slightly to the girl in front of him. Upon hearing their "Leader's" words, they all looked at the two people. "Oh, it's Lady Angela!" shouted an excited boy.
"She's as beautiful as ever," said another girl as she looked at her with bright eyes.
"Thank you for your help, Lady Angela," the grateful students quickly gathered around Angela. Somehow Angela's figure was brighter than the darkness beside her. Some praised her, while others cried gratefully. Angela put on a beautiful, dazzling smile and seemed to shine even in the midst of the sunset. She also nodded from time to time as she spoke.
Anthony rolled his eyes; he had been brutally excluded. A few seconds ago he was by her side, but now he was almost 10 meters away. He watched as Angela's figure seemed like an image of God as she was surrounded by her faithful. Considering her pure white robe, the best description was that of a saint.
Anthony quickly compared her usual self to the white-clad girl who fought in the mini-event a few months ago. He had discussed this with her, but she simply shook her head, saying it was just an event, nothing to kill one of their classmates over.
Anthony walked quietly to one of the intact trees and leaned against it as he closed his eyes. "Thank you for helping me out there," a soft, timid voice resonated in his ears. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling stunned. The girl in front of him had reddish hair and pink eyes. She clasped her hands together as she nervously looked at him. Anthony sighed and put on a stiff smile.
"You're welcome; after all, it's what friends do." The girl in front of him was Estefany. Anthony was secretly surprised; he didn't even know she was on this battlefield.
But that was a fact he kept to himself; after all, the girl's gaze was one of pure sincerity. He didn't have the heart to tell her that he hadn't even noticed her. She nodded happily and smiled. Anthony looked at her carefully; her mana reserves were almost depleted, she had a very pale complexion, and sweat trickled down her forehead. Anthony took out a green crystal and handed it to Estefany.
She was stunned for a few seconds. "Uh... Anthony, I can't accept this," she said with a serious expression. Anthony smiled. "I have more, don't worry," he said as he waved his hand, and a total of 5 stones appeared in his hands. He nodded satisfactorily.
"Being rich is the best," he thought internally.