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As the clock tower's hands just passed five, the setting sun cast its warm glow on the surrounding rows of classroom buildings, reflecting in their windows with a dazzling orange hue. This illuminated the courtyard's stone steps and the metallic frame of the open-air screen.

Before night fell, the steps of the square were already packed.

Many students, holding drinks or snacks, were more excited than usual.

The clamor was unlike the usual relaxed atmosphere after school.

Outside the square, passersby on the road also stopped in their tracks, opening their mouths in surprise and looking up at the scene on the open-air giant screen.

"I just had dinner, how come the traitor has already been figured out!"

From afar, many students looked at the open-air giant screen with a perplexed expression.

"Deduction..."

"Think about it carefully, just imagine Principal Lan caught two bad students. Wouldn't that make a complicated problem much simpler"

"If one were a follower of the Revivalist sect with a weaker mind, they probably wouldn't even be able to pass Principal Lan's round of anti-cult quizzes."

"What a beautiful evening in Beiyang."

A five-day, five-night dark killing game.

This is said to be the most dangerous and mind-breaking mental game world.

As a result of Lance's actions, it ended up just like the previous shadow world!

After Frey reversed the psychological pressure on both sides in the morning, Lance continuously put pressure on the betrayers' mentality while simultaneously relieving the pressure on his friendly challengers. He also attracted all the hatred towards himself, ensuring that the other challengers didn't have to worry about being killed tonight. This way, he minimized the panic among his teammates as much as possible. In this way, the negative impact of the "Great Love Poet" on his allies was at its lowest.

Many students who came with a learning mindset have already started analyzing the cooperation between Frey and Lynch.

Without Frey setting the stage for Lannisters to quickly gain control, it would have been impossible for them to repair relationships overnight and turn the betrayers against each other.

As for the effects of the great love poet's work, they have never been evaluated.

Even if the teachers of Sage's Hall might understand its effects, under Dean Lorence's orders, no one had ever revealed any information about Lance.

Students who have watched the first film in the Rance world know that when Rance summoned the Great Love Poet at Demon Academy, all the demons became abnormal and exhibited various symptoms.

This allows us to determine that the great love poet can have a spiritual impact or create hallucinations for their target, but it's difficult to say exactly what kind of effect this is.

Until today, students have finally been convinced that the great poet's ability is to amplify emotions.

And I make no distinction between friend and foe!

This grey-haired succubus, in the hands of anyone else, would be a dangerous double-edged sword. But in Lance's hands, it would become a disastrously immeasurable blade, a terrifying partnership!

Just as the students were discussing amongst themselves.

The sound of the iron clashing together was like thunder from the heavens, shaking the entire square and causing their eardrums to buzz.

On the open-air screen, Lichtenberg Castle's Holy Chapel is no longer the sanctuary brimming with divine light.

It was surrounded by the hellfire born of darkness, twisted into a battlefield belonging to hell.

The blazing crimson devoured everything in its path, sparks flying wildly, dancing to a furious rhythm.

The only reaction from the students who were still talking was to turn their eyes back to the screen where the intense battle scene was already beginning!

Through the stained-glass windows, a kaleidoscope of colors bathed the scene in a sacred glow as the sunset poured in. It cascaded down like a string of pearls scattered across a tranquil sea, blending with the fierce flames rising from the ground, as if heaven and hell met here.

At this moment, the scene was torn apart by a black-armored female knight wielding a long sword, her expression cold and unforgiving.

Her silhouette, illuminated by the radiance of the holy hall, seemed to transform into a black fissure, splitting the world apart.

The executioner and holy knights who stood before her were both sent flying back dozens of meters by her attack.

Two golden rays of light began to envelop them. The gruesome wounds beneath the armor's cracks were quickly healed by the priest, gradually mending.

"The scraps of the Goddess of Fate's Church... Just know how to get in the way..."

Every step she took made the marble floor tremble, this ancient sanctuary seemed to teeter on the brink under her magic and power.

Seeing the Saintess of Destruction approach the rear ranks, the executioner and paladins grimly tightened their grip on their weapons.

After a sudden and unexpected battle broke out, the battlefield was quickly divided!

The guild's male guards immediately took the disoriented female officer, knocking her unconscious and binding her before throwing her to the rear of the battlefield for custody.

The Destroyer Saintess and the Executioner clashed, with Holy Knights at the forefront of the fray. Those behind were repositioning themselves, creating a safe distance.

At this moment, the ever-changing battlefield was divided. At the front line, where they bore the brunt of the onslaught and delayed the destruction wrought by the Holy Maiden, stood the executioners and paladins. The male guards were positioned in the middle, while behind them, at the rear, lay traps set by his sister.

At the back, closest to the cathedral wall, stood a cleric providing healing and support to the executioner paladin. There was also the merchant heir, who lacked combat capability, as well as the lawyer and his companion watching over the unconscious priestess and the noble sorceress who had lost consciousness in battle.

Once the Annihilator Saintess breaches the carefully maintained distance to their backline, their formation will collapse.

"Die, you cultist!!"

The executioner roared as he charged forward again, his steps like rolling boulders. He swung his blazing great axe, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the Saint of Destruction, like a ferocious bear battling its mortal enemy to the death.

"Arrogant."

The Calamity Saint smiled, as if appreciating a beast's acrobatics. In an instant, she turned into a shadow, effortlessly dodging the executioner's attack and charging again towards Lance, deeper in the ranks behind the priests.

The executioner's axe cleaved through the air, creating a gust of wind.

Never think about the past!

At the instant the Executioner and the Ruinous Saint clashed, the Paladin had been intently focused on the Ruinous Saint. His longsword was gripped tightly in his hand, surrounded by holy light, and blue veins on his wrist pulsed like snakes, his face resolute and determined, filling the gap left by the Executioner.

He poured all his might into a strike, imbuing it with brilliant light that shot towards the Ruinous Maiden. However, she stood unyielding, raising her blazing sword to deflect most of the attack. The scorching flames and holy radiance clashed in the air, their residual force slamming against her ebony armor. With a swift kick, she sent the paladin sprawling and charged forward into the ranks behind him!

From afar, the Hyberian witnessed the unstoppable destruction saintess, her heart pounding with fear.

She knew the two tanks in the front row couldn't stop the Destruction Saintess because it wasn't that they weren't good enough.

But it's because there's someone in the back row who has already maxed out their hatred even without using magic!

It's just like when Huberley tried desperately to hold back the furious examiner, Ferrat, who was provoked by Lynch during the entrance exam!

(The End)

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