A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 67 Blood-Red Beach

Let's rewind to half an hour earlier.

"Captain, you can have the second blessing."

mac10 looked at the dozen or so flesh-and-blood evil puppets not far away and spoke to the heavily armored man beside him.

"Alright, you keep a close eye on things and don't waste any spell slots. I'll take care of these monsters."

With that, the paladin raised his shield and began his charge.

What does it feel like to be charged at by a heavily armored man weighing hundreds of kilograms?

The answer is the same as hitting the jackpot.

"Bang!"

With a series of loud bangs, the flesh and blood puppets that were hit by Attitude were torn to pieces. With just one combat technique, Attitude had eliminated most of the flesh and blood puppets.

"The rest is up to you."

As he spoke, he plunged his shield deep into the sand, leaned against it, and began to pant.

It seems that using a submachine gun while wearing hundreds of kilograms of equipment was not without its challenges for him; he was clearly exhausted.

"Alright, Captain, no matter how many times I see your death charge, I still have to say, you're a natural-born star!"

"Screw you, stop teasing me and get back to work! Otherwise, next time I'll charge right into your face and kill you!"

Upon hearing this, mac10 fell silent and went to clean up the remaining few flesh and blood puppets. After all, although the captain wasn't someone who couldn't take a joke, he never joked.

Even if there are no friendly injuries during the game, he doesn't want to experience the feeling of being hit by a major accident.

Soon, the Royal Dynasty team completed the remaining cleanup.

Just after Attitude finished selecting his talent, a system notification sounded.

"Warning! A participant has activated a hidden mission. All participants are required to kill the participant within one hour to prevent them from completing the mission. If the mission is not completed within one hour, the score for this competition will be reset to zero."

"The enemy's location has been marked on the map."

"It seems we still have things to do; now is not the time to rest."

"Dynasty Team! Assemble! Proceed to target location!"

With a loud shout, he picked up his shield and headed towards the target location.

Upon hearing this, Shi Sen and Mac10 did not hesitate at all. They gave up their rest, quickly got up, and followed Shi Sen to the target location.

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In a desolate village.

"Captain, there's not a single living person left in this wretched place."

A soldier spoke to a musketeer.

"I know, this thing is like a zombie, and it doesn't look like it can keep people alive."

"Then what are we doing here?"

"Let's look for hidden spots; maybe there's one somewhere?"

"Warning! A participant has activated a hidden quest. All participants, please..."

"The enemy's location has been marked on the map."

The same system notification as the one for the Dynasty team rang out.

"It's numb, there really was a hidden trick?"

"Alright, that's enough. Let's go, or someone else will find us."

"Ugh."

"bump."

The sound of the door closing echoed, and the village returned to deathly silence.

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in the cave.

Jiang Shuzhou was a little bored at this moment. After sending out a challenge to the whole map, he was still a little nervous, after all, he would have to face several teams, one of which was the paladin of the God of Protection.

This is a great opportunity to challenge yourself.

However, as time passed, half an hour had already gone by, and in another half hour, the image would automatically be cleared.

Jiang Shuzhou had even made preparations and set up the traps, but he hadn't arrived yet.

He originally planned to strike a cool pose in the cave and pretend to be the big boss.

They can also show off their skills and let the teams that come to challenge them see what unparalleled power is.

He stood there for several minutes, but not a single team came to him. On the contrary, the Blood Nest behind him cursed him more and more filthyly and viciously.

Could Jiang Shuzhou hold back? He couldn't.

At this moment, Jiang Shuzhou was exchanging insults with the Flesh and Blood Nest.

Unfortunately, the results were minimal. It was uncertain whether the humanoid tumors on the flesh nest could even be considered human, and they seemed completely unconcerned about Jiang Shuzhou's insults.

The Flesh and Blood Nest only hurled insults, venting their hatred for the living, their resentment towards the sorcerer, and their hatred for Jiang Shuzhou for harming them.

However, this time the Flesh Nest was a worthy opponent. Jiang Shuzhou was a true internet user, and he had already engaged in countless online battles with others.

Moreover, he has an advantage that others do not have: he cannot be chosen. His parents died early, he has no father or mother, and he has no relatives or friends he knows.

Therefore, it is impossible to select it at all. Of course, in some cases, the same applies to the Flesh Nest.

They could easily find two tumors on their bodies that belong to relatives, and now they've all turned into this horrible mess.

Therefore, Jiang Shuzhou and the Flesh Nest were evenly matched, and their insults against each other became increasingly vulgar, with Jiang Shuzhou occasionally throwing out a few hellish jokes.

"The saying goes, 'A shameless person is invincible.' I think you're shameless enough to be invincible, kid."

"Do you guys have a skin condition? Otherwise, why is there not a single patch of healthy skin?"

All of these are hellish jokes told by Jiang Shuzhou, simple yet effective. Every time he tells them, the Flesh Nest always utters even more insane curses.

He's panicking! He's panicking!

Dian Xiao was anxious, and Le Bang won.

Jiang Shuzhou has long since mastered the Six Arts of a Gentleman in the New Era.

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Jiang Shuzhou was so bored inside the cave that he started arguing with the flesh and blood nest for amusement, but the situation outside the cave was completely different.

Outside the cave, six teams, totaling eighteen people, gathered together, with the six team leaders all present.

"Are all our teams here?"

"It should be. There are a total of 21 teams in this round. After counting, we eliminated a total of seven teams. The remaining teams have not arrived yet. I suspect they were killed by the monsters."

"A bunch of useless trash, they can't even handle a small monster."

One of the captains snorted coldly, even though he hadn't thought that way before.

"No problem, there are eighteen of us, surely we can handle those three?"

A knight in armor spoke, and his horse snorted in agreement.

"Alright, now it seems there are only six teams left. So what do we do? Who should lead each team? Or should we fight amongst ourselves here before going in?"

His magnetic voice rang out, and his tall figure stood out among the captains. Even the knights on horseback paled in comparison in terms of presence.

"this……"

Everyone fell silent. The attitude was right; no one dared to entrust command to others, after all, they weren't teammates. Now, apart from sharing the same goal, they were all enemies.

"Well then, everyone is here for fame and fortune, but many of them may not even get a chance to compete in the official tournament."

What do you mean by that?

Hearing such attitude and words, the other five captains' expressions were not good. They even had an impulse to directly help the people in the cave stop the Royal Dynasty team.

Since you've said that, wouldn't it be a shame if I didn't upset you a little?

If I'm not having a good time, nobody else will be!

However, the next sentence from his attitude made them give up the idea.

"I can promise you all that as long as you are willing to follow my instructions, regardless of success or failure, regardless of whether you are ultimately eliminated."

"I will give each of you 5000 million in compensation, and I promise that if your scores meet the qualifying standards, I will do my best to ensure that you can advance to the official competition, while ensuring that the Dynasty team advances."

That's more or less.

Upon hearing this, the team captains' expressions softened somewhat. They didn't have high hopes for competing for the ranking rewards, since only three teams out of hundreds of millions of people could win them—it wasn't just one in ten thousand, but one in a hundred million.

Earning tens of millions from a single competition seems like an acceptable deal.

"I need to talk to the people in the team."

One of the team captains said this, and soon the other captains began to echo him, saying that the team's decisions were not made by them alone, and that the opinions of their teammates were also important.

"Alright, I await your good news."

It seems he's been tempted, judging by his attitude.

He had a reason to win; he had to win the game in order to prevent what was to come.