Joshua, who is being curious, is now watching Robzek's dream.

This is a desolate and rotten land.

The yellow-green fog filled the gloomy mid-air, the ground was like a swamp, full of dark green mud. Around the mud, there were many wrecked and corroded trees, and countless twisted and terrifying chaotic creatures were wandering in such an environment.

This is the plague land. These are the relatives of the evil plague gods. They have different forms, but none of them have the form of normal organisms. Even the most normal chaotic creature is like a piece of meat pieced together by countless internal organs and cysts. Their bodies are covered with waving tentacles and branches, sprinkling with viscous rotten liquid.

And there is a team that keeps killing these disgusting and disgusting monsters in such an environment.

The holy light flashed, and the giant hammer that had crossed the atmosphere like a meteor slammed into a ball of flesh, and then burned into a ball of drifting black smoke. Under the leadership of the leader, this powerful team of young paladins was sweeping away all the chaos monsters around with thunder.

Joshua unsurprisingly discovered that the leader was obviously Robzek when he was young.

Robzek was still a little confused at this time. Although he was still killing the Chaos Monsters neatly, it may be seen that this powerful paladin was a little absent-minded. He might be wondering why he came to the plagueland and wondering why his strength returned to the Golden Level.

But the most urgent task is not to think about these things, but to kill all the evil. The combat skills he had trained for many years were perfectly used by Robzek. He waved a giant hammer and easily killed several powerful chaotic monsters. The holy light burned the juice splashed out of these monsters without any of them pouring onto his body.

The battle is about to end, it is a perfect siege, and no knight is injured and all monsters will be killed.

But if I didn't check it for a while, a young paladin seemed to have not purified the monster's thick juice in time, and his body was exposed to the liquid.

The thick juice on most monsters is actually not harmful, it is just ordinary body fluids. At most, it makes people disgusted with the foul smell, but this time the thick juice is different. It contains extremely evil chaotic power. In just a few minutes, the young Paladin who won the prize showed signs of lesions all over his body. Translucent tumors bulge on his body, and there were viscous reddish-brown mucus flowing, making a bulging sound.

This paladin, who was only in his twenties at most, endured the pain with extraordinary willpower, and then tried his best to use hoarse light and divine magic to stabilize the spread of the diseased parts of his body. Then, he prayed to his companions around him with a hoarse voice that became hoarse due to the intense pain: "...Save me, Captain Robzek, I don't want to die yet, my mother is still waiting for me..."

It's no longer helpful.

Just a glance, Joshua could see that the Paladin in front of him had been stained with chaos power. It would be fine if he was not in the plague land, and there was still the possibility of suppressing evil diseases. However, they were at the home court of chaos power, and evil diseases had continuous support, which basically could determine the death penalty of this young man.

Robzek could also see this, and he also knew that something even more terrifying if the body of this paladin is not quickly purified, then it is very likely that other paladins will be infected by contact, and the body of this young man will become the next Chaos monster.

The power of chaos is so weird that it is difficult for them to prevent it. Moreover, in order to bring the eroded Paladin out, they must have to contact the other party's body. The risk is too great.

"Try it! Olita is still saved!"

"Yes, we are not far from the stronghold. As long as we quickly teleport back to the Great Temple, Olita will definitely be able to recover!"

Other paladins around were begging Robzek to show mercy. They felt that they could stabilize their friends' condition. In this way, after returning to the Grand Temple, the church's top leaders could completely cure the disease. Although it would leave a little root of the disease, the knight at least did not need to be burned by the holy light until the bones remained.

But the silver-haired Paladin did not hesitate at all.

"A pleasure."

He said softly, ignoring all the requests of the young knight, Robzek broke the other's neck neatly in a shocked expression in the young paladin named Oli.

"This is the only thing I can do for you, and I can only do that."

The paladin who lit a fiery fire in his hand and recalled everything, whispered to himself: "I'm sorry, Little Oli, your mother will indeed be very sad."

"So, I can't let the other sixteen mothers be sad."

Although he was apologizing, there was no apology in Robzek's tone. His hand that burned the young Paladin to ashes did not even tremble at all. The paladin's expression and will were extremely firm: "I have experienced a despair. Because of a temporary tolerance, soft heart, carelessness and luck, none of the seventeen young Paladins present returned to the temple alive. I was just because of my good luck, teleported back to the temple when I was dying and received the treatment of the pope."

"This is the most regrettable mistake. I have remembered it for twenty-five years. I tossed and turned every night and couldn't fall asleep for a long time."

The companions around him died because of the chaos plague. In the midst of despair and pain, they had to take the remaining people to constantly solve the chaos monsters coming around. However, even after countless hard battles, they were still the only one in the end, and survived extremely lucky.

This kind of thing is enough once in a lifetime.

"So, rest in peace, at least this time, your companions won't die."

He said this, but the young paladins around him did not feel that they had been saved. They raised their swords angrily and pointed them at Robzek, their eyes full of irresistible anger.

"It's indeed a dream. The real paladin should face the pain of sacrifice. The departure of his companion is sad, but this is not an excuse to vent his anger arbitrarily, and it is even more impossible to aim his weapon at his companion for this."

Looking around these young knights, Robzek said lightly, feeling the eyes that contained hatred and anger. His tone was not shaken at all: "You should have been here to free your companions, but I have done it for you now... Although it is a dream, let me teach you what it means to respect your elders."

"First, first point, don't raise your sword to your elders."

Good work.

Seeing this, Joshua nodded. Robzek was indeed likely to pass this trial without the help of others. However, those young paladins were obviously the test created by the mist of divine descent. Their power must be different from that of real paladins. If Robzek was not careful, he would likely capsize again.

"It's almost like that, and I also understand the characteristics of this divine mist."

Next, even if he accidentally fell into a dream, Joshua was confident that he could pass the level quickly. He turned to look in the direction covered by black fog on the other side: "Next, go to the Mage Association and get the Eribos Box."

The next decision was to take action. The warrior's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the surrounding black fog, quickly finding the range, and then he walked towards the gate of the Royal Mage Society.

Along the way, the black fog gradually swelled, no longer as calm as before. Joshua's behavior of throwing Moor and Robzek out obviously angered the divine mist, but after all, the two were not out of the dream, and the divine nature of the warrior, so it did not take the initiative to attack.

The whole body of the Mage Association is composed of special spell clay and cement, so he is not afraid of the corrosiveness of the black fog. There is no trace of erosion in the entire building. After entering the Mage Association, Joshua found that the concentration of the black fog was one layer higher, and a dull pressure came. He keenly realized that the black fog was a little closer to him. In the past, the transparent cover beside the warrior was about five meters in diameter, but now it is only four and a half meters.

"The closer to the body engraved by the gods, the higher the concentration of the fog will be, and the repulsion of my divine nature will be offset."

This is an easy thing to understand, and Joshua would not stop because of this kind of thing. Following the road he had taken him by Brandon and Nostradamus before and told him, he quickly passed through the halls and corridors covered by black fog and entered the rotating ladder leading to the underground laboratory.

Along the way, the black fog surged, and in the strange silence, only the sound of warriors' footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. Joshua listened with his ears, and there was no sound of the breathing of the surrounding creatures, and there was no sign of other fires of life burning in his sight.

It seems that almost everyone in the Mage Society ran out, leaving only the group of people closest to the Eribos Box in the Underground Laboratory No. 2 that did not escape.

There was nothing to say on the way. Because of the protection of spells, all the important things in the Royal Mage Society were not corroded by the black fog. Only some scattered documents and warriors turned into powder and mud. After a while, Joshua came to the door of the Second Underground Laboratory of the Royal Mage Society.

At this time, the shield around the warrior was less than half a meter, and the thick black mist was already like liquid ink, surging like a tide. If Joshua had not been able to judge the range and surrounding environment through his mind, he would not have seen the direction clearly at all, and naturally he would not have found the target.

"It seems that it's here."

He said to himself that through his mental judgment, the warrior walked in directly.

In the gate, there were seven faint fires of life flashing. It was obvious that they were the seven mages who studied the box of Eribos. Their fire of life was extremely weak and seemed to die at any time. Gioshya could vaguely detect them by relying on a little flashing rune to maintain their lives. Except for one old mage, the expressions of other mages were incredibly painful, as if they were suffering in a dream. The possibility of passing the trial was very low. The old mage should be Hasselblad as Nostradamus. He seemed to be similar to Robzek and had found a solution to the trial in the dream.

At the center of the entire research room, there is a huge shield made of white crystal. There is a small crack on the shield that is indefinitely unseen. The endless black mist gushed out from this small crack like an eruption of a volcano under the sea.

There is no doubt that the center of the shield was the source of this incident, where the box of Eribos was located, but Joshua was too lazy to care about him now. The purpose of the warriors entering the black fog was to save people first, at least to ensure that these mages did not die in the corrosive fog.

He can solve the matter of the fog of the gods at any time, but he doesn't know how long it will take. If any of these seven mages dies when he solves the matter in the middle, it will be a problem. So Joshua walked towards these seven people, ready to take them away first and throw them out of the fog.

But just as we were halfway through, the soldier stopped.

He turned his head and looked in the direction where the white crystal cover was. Joshua narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Can such a weak divine nature actually condense consciousness?"

"It is worthy of being... the God of Luck, and he can have such good luck even if he has fallen."

Just as the warrior was talking to himself.
Chapter completed!