Chapter 380 Ancient Battlefield
Lathel really wasn't afraid, because he was prepared. Even if that beam of light hit his head, he would not be injured.
Besides... Lathel felt that the ray of light was a bit similar to Lafien's magic.
'Could it be that all members of the church can use light magic? As far as I remember, light magic is very rare, and the number of people who possess that type of magic is very small.'
Lathel shook his head, not wanting to think about it anymore.
"Holy Son, you must not kill people indiscriminately..." Arine stood in front of Lathel while pouting and said: "He is my friend; I will not allow you to hurt him."
"Besides... the church says... we must give love, not fear and suffering."
"Holy Son, you are the Holy Son, so you must understand this very clearly."
"Holy Maiden, of course I understand that very well. However, you should know that..." Ikarys frowned as he glanced at Arine coldly: "Trash should be swept away; otherwise... if trash continues to exist, it will ruin the world."
"You..." Arine put her hands on her hips and was about to say something when Lathel's voice rang out.
"Alright!" Lathel spoke up, interrupting Arine's words: "I just need to participate in the challenge inside the stone pillar, right?"
"Huh! It seems... You are truly trash; you are both cowardly and deceitful. When you see death, you are afraid... Trash is not enough to describe your character." Ikarys said contemptuously.
Lathel didn't want to say much; he was about to protest, but he suddenly remembered that Ikarys was a male lead.
Besides, he also did not have any information about Ikarys. The list that Akna prepared for him contained almost all the geniuses participating in this contest; however, in that list, there was no information about Ikarys, Arine, Doran, or Dorothy.
That's why Lathel didn't want to risk his life. After all, Ikarys is a male protagonist, and he doesn't want to cause trouble or fight meaninglessly.
Lathel did not answer Ikarys. He went to a random pillar and placed his hand on it. The magical energy inside his body entered the pillar, causing the magic symbol above it to shine.
"Brother..." Suddenly, Dorothy screamed.
"Hm?! What's the matter, Dorothy?" Lathel asked confusedly.
"Be careful. I will wait for you, brother, hehehehe..."
Looking at Dorothy smiling innocently, Lathel nodded and gave her a thumbs up, indicating that he would be alright.
Soon after, Lathel disappeared. Arine looked towards the pillar, where an image that appeared to be carved appeared.
That is the image of Lathel standing on a mountaintop, with many people below looking at him. The image is a bit abstract, so Arine could not tell what challenge Lathel was facing.
'Lathel... I believe you can do it.' Arine thought in her heart.
"Huh!" Ikarys snorted in contempt. He looked at everyone and said: "Continue to overcome the challenges until the next round is opened. We don't have much time left. Everyone should know that... we are shouldering a huge responsibility on our backs, right?"
Everyone was silent. Dorothy pouted and sat on the ground: "I don't want to!" You spoke ill of my brother; I won't listen to you."
Hearing that, Doran shrugged his shoulders and refused to comment. He also didn't want to talk much to Ikarys. To him, no matter how high a position Ikarys had, it could not be compared to Lathel.
This was because he only valued people who could be close to Dorothy. Doran's thoughts were as simple as that.
Seeing Doran leave, Ikarys frowned, feeling extremely uncomfortable. It seemed that when he arrived at the Genius Congress, everything was not as he thought.
Under normal circumstances, he could easily flex or face-slap others. Since coming here, everything has gone beyond his control.
No one believed his words, his handsome appearance did not work, and people did not pay attention to his status as the Holy Son.
'Damn it! If this continues, I won't be able to complete the system's mission.'
'But okay. Wait until I find the Demon Lord's seal; I will... hahahahaha...'
...
Lathel slowly opened his eyes, and he saw himself standing on a large stone pedestal. Below, many people were kneeling and worshipping him.
Lathel: "..."
'What the hell is this challenge?'
"My God!" Suddenly, someone below screamed. Lathel saw that it was an old man that was about 80 years old; his hair was white, his body was thin, and he was holding a stick in his hand, but thanks to it, he could stand.
Even though he was very old, at this moment, he cried like a child: "My god! Help us, banish the evil, avenge the dead."
Hearing that, Lathel frowned. He was about to say something, but he was startled when he saw many bodies piled upon each other like a small mountain.
"That is..."
"It seems to be the result of a fight." At this time, Cauldron spoke: "Looking at their bodies, it seems that this place is an ancient battlefield."
"Why do you think so?" Lathel asked confusedly.
"Look at the corpses of those who died over there; the fatal wounds don't seem to have been caused by weapons but by fangs and claws."
Lathel frowned, looking into the distance. Indeed, on the bodies of those people, there were tooth marks so deep that the bones could be seen. Also, most of the cuts were caused by claws, not swords.
Cauldron continued: "Besides, the way these people dress is not similar to the current era, but it is similar to the era when we were still worshipped."
"They are like one of those tribes that live in remote areas around ancient battlefields."
"Their lives are very miserable as they are always attacked by other races and demons, and many people die."
"Can't they escape from this place and go live somewhere else?" Lathel asked.
"No! Because... this land has been imprisoned by magic..."