Popular science physics, teach a magic god?

The time is getting closer and closer to the big exam.

On November 9, Renne called Towns.

"Downs! I have only one requirement for this selection - safety first."

"As long as it's safe?" Downs blinked.

I understand! Master means that as long as it is safe, the rest can be done no matter what.

"Yes."

Tang Si thought for a moment: "Master! Please lend me your head."

For a moment, Ren's whole body was petrified, because he heard that 'If you don't give up, I will be your adoptive father', and my fists became hard on the spot.

Is it also popular in other worlds to deceive teachers and destroy ancestors?

…

November 11th is the day of the big exam.

Count Lamancho was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. As a cooperator, he knew very well that for such a large exam, Archmage Tesla, as the organizer, only required the preparation of 100 sets of seats.

But the candidates gathered outside the wall don’t know!

Early that morning, a crowd of students crowded into the open space outside the magic tower wall, which made Count Lamanche who was watching from the tower extremely painful.

He really didn't know how the old man would play his cards.

The only thing I know is that the Temple of Light seems to be quite happy.

In the huge open space, there was no organization or so-called discipline. The students gathered in small groups, but on the whole, they formed three huge groups based on their origins.

The aristocratic children were the most conspicuous. Hundreds of carriages with family crests hanging on them separated the crowd. Not only were there servants, but there were also heavily armed guards, scanning the other two groups of people back and forth vigilantly. The number of noble children is the smallest, about three to four hundred.

In the middle were freedmen, merchants, and children of knight families. There were about a thousand people in this group.

The rest are all poor people who come here to try their luck.

Looking at the formation in front of the mage tower, every young man murmured in his heart.

There is a road from the stone-paved Provincial Avenue to the Mage Tower. It looks like this road is made of glass. Although the glass pavement has obviously been polished by craftsmen, people will not slip when walking on it, but the Cathedral of Light They would not use so much stained glass, but Archmage Tesla actually used it to pave the floor.

Is it appropriate to be so extravagant?

But there were still a dozen paladins strolling in front of the mage tower.

Looking at the weird smiles they were trying to suppress on their faces, everyone knew there was something wrong with this thing.

To everyone's surprise, in front of thousands of candidates and accompanying personnel, the person who stepped onto a makeshift platform on the roadside was the old priest Ryan of the Temple of Light.

He cleared his throat and shouted: "Noon has arrived. Candidates please enter the examination room in an orderly manner."

"This is the selection of magic apprentices, right?" A noble boy stepped forward uncertainly and asked.

"Of course! This is a stepping stone from the residence of Archmage Tesla." A paladin replied.

Paladins never lie. Once this kind of lawful good professional who strictly enforces the commandments deceives others, it is easy for his soul to collapse and become a black warrior.

He said this, and the noble children were relieved for the time being.

Although Archmage Tesla did not stipulate who should enter first, everyone defaulted to the noble children to go first.

Who knows, just when a noble second son of a marquis stepped onto the glass walkway, he suddenly felt empty under his feet.

The feeling of stepping into the air was obviously an illusion. His feet were firmly planted.

An illusory power rushed straight into his spiritual sea like a torrent.

He saw that the boundless seven-color light instantly enveloped his soul, and then a terrible pain came from every cell in his body.

pain?

No!

It hurts, but it doesn’t seem to hurt anymore.

He doesn’t know yet that this is the most classic phantom pain, or – like pain!

As far as the eye can see, he is surrounded by some terrifying-looking devils struggling in the colorful light. These demons screamed and wailed, making the most piercing cry for mercy in the world.

All to no avail.

The devil's home is hell, but this heavenly light is the real and ultimate torture for the devil.

The devils from all directions are melting in the light, and even their souls are being eliminated. Only their despair before death is transformed into lingering spiritual power, condensed in this glass floor.

But the devil's pain before death was all transmitted to the spirit of the second son of the Marquis in a synaesthetic way.

"Ahhhhh!"

The noble second son of a marquis was successfully promoted to a rare sect. He first fell to the ground in pain, curled up into a ball, and then like a snail, desperately crawled out, trying to escape from this place that made him extremely painful.

Well, he is really like a snail, leaving a long yellow 'trail' along the way.

Thousands of candidates were dumbfounded.

Is this road poisonous?

"What is going on!? In the name of Marquis XXX, I ask for an explanation!" The guards of the Marquis' family immediately rushed forward, trying to question Downs.

But before they could reach Tang Si, they were intercepted by a group of holy warriors.

Old Ruan's expression was cold: "Please come back! Your disciple's mind is too...chaotic. He is not suitable for His Excellency Tesla's way of magic."

Saying that boy's mind is chaotic is already a way of giving face, but it's just a matter of saying "dirty" sprayed in his face.

It was obvious that the boy had done a lot of dirty things in the past, but the level of evil he did was not enough to deviate into the evil camp.

At this time, someone knowledgeable finally saw what was going on.

"Damn it! That's the power of [Light of Heaven]! It's rumored that Archmage Tesla casually killed a group of demons. This is actually true! Under the glass walkway, the wailing of the demons before their death condensed. This is equivalent to Because of a powerful [spiritual shock] magic. It is still anti-evil."

This battle immediately scared many people.

Count Lamanche was so anxious that he immediately rushed down to the top of the city and ran to Downs dripping with sweat: "Your Excellency Quixote, isn't this good?"

Downs raised his chin: "Master has repeatedly asked me to organize this exam [safely]. Your Excellency, please tell me, is this safe?"

The count was speechless.

It's safe, actually quite safe. It's just an upgraded version of the [Anti-Evil Magic Circle], with some added mental shock.

What's outrageous is that among all the dignitaries and big shots present, none of them thought this move was wrong.

Isn't this a test of the candidate's mental strength, that is, [will immunity] ability!

If a guy who is not strong-willed enough can interrupt his spellcasting after being frightened by an enemy, then what kind of a mage can he be?

No, with just one move, nearly a thousand people were killed immediately.

Who knows, this is just an appetizer.

When the candidates walked through this [Real Devil Glass Trail] with trepidation, they immediately had to face the next level [Faucet Guillotine].

No, it's the terrifying white dragon head hanging on the gate of the wall.

Time went back to that day, after Downs said to Renne to "borrow the head for a second use", the boy finally made it clear: "Master, I am talking about the white dragon head on the cliff of the waterfall outside the valley."

After a brief moment of astonishment, Renn regained his demeanor as an outsider and waved his hand gently: "It's just a white dragon head."

"Then, should I tear down a section of the glass wall outside?"

"I said, as long as the candidates are safe."

…

Back in time, these new candidates who had not yet left society were frightened on the spot just by glancing at this ferocious dragon head at close range.