The native profession is indeed very powerful, and the two brothers of the Quasser family are extremely strong, which makes Marin sigh and feel sad for this.

The native profession is so powerful, but very few can be promoted to it. For example, a mage requires at least one spell with an affinity of eight to become a specialized mage, and such a mage cannot even learn other skills.

None of the classification techniques can be done, and only those with an affinity of six elements to eight can become a generalist mage. This kind of mage is extremely rare. Any such apprentice will be specially protected by the mage tower - as long as he can grow up.

, a tower owner cannot escape no matter what.

Marin can't even become a general mage. Of course, he is much better than a specialized mage. Three lines are over eight and one line is over seven, which makes Marin enough to become a battle mage.

This is why some people drink magic potions and become wizards, because doing so does not require magical affinity, and they can directly bypass the wizard's magic network and obtain the same power directly from the subspace woven by psychic energy.

They call themselves wizards, but in fact they are just psychics. While stealing power from the subspace, the chaotic power in the subspace transforms them step by step, until one day, an evil god inadvertently discovers this

In the subspace, the relationship between the hunter and the prey is formed. Most of the wizards will eventually become believers of Chaos, and this is why churches and kingdoms are hunting wizards. The magic potion formula of this sequence is

Forbidden Road.

And this is just the difference between mages and wizards.

As for the two brothers of the Quasser family, one is a black knight and the other is a perfect knight. They are both native professions of the church pantheon. In the Middle Ages, such knights were paladins because they were the fighting force in the name of the church.

, and unlike today's Paladins, today's Paladins mean - light-bearers.

This is the standard established by the Lord of Justice after he came to this world.

A professional requires a very long training time. Just like what Instructor Emmet Selk said when he and Marin were practicing before, a musketeer only needs to be trained for half a year to turn a musketeer who has five years of experience as a great swordsman apprentice into a professional.

The opponent is suppressed from a distance and can even kill the opponent.

The same is true for the invasion of Chaos. It takes decades of growth for native professionals to fight and defeat Chaos. However, the sequence extraordinary people developed by potions can acquire enough power to compete with ordinary Chaos within a few years.

The power of confrontation.

Although there is a price to pay, and although it is not worth it, human beings finally accepted the science of potions. Mortals who cannot become native professionals drink potions, become extraordinary people, go to the battlefield and face desperate situations. This is almost a sure death.

choice, because Chaos is infinitely more terrifying than humans and aliens, but as those ancestors said, it is far better to die on the battlefield facing Chaos than to lose everything and become a minion of Chaos.

Since everything is lost, why not choose to die with peace of mind.

"It should be almost the same. Their realm liberation will take longer than our extraordinary sequences, but it won't last for a long, long time." As soon as Mr. Banai finished speaking, Marin saw Emmetsel on the field.

Master Ke's negative energy armor cracked after receiving a blow. Finally, he removed the negative energy armor and stood there gasping for air.

His elder brother has also released the state of realm liberation. Although he is a little breathless, compared to his younger brother, Mr. Lahabrea seems to be able to handle it with ease.

"You still failed to defeat me today." He said, but the next second, his younger brother's fist fell on his face.

So the two middle-aged and elderly groups started to give each other old punches.

"The second session has begun." Mr. Banai said.

Marin glanced at the dwarf, who smiled: "This is a conversation between men, with fists and nothing else. But in the past, it was always Mr. Lahabrea who made the first move. This time I can see the love."

Your Excellency Metselke took action first, which is unprecedented."

Marin nodded in understanding - he gave up everything, including weapons, protective gear, and techniques, and simply spoke with his fists. This was indeed the repertoire of brotherly kindness and filial piety.

The two sides exchanged punches, but in the end it was Instructor Emmet Selk who lost his strength first and fell to the ground.

His brother vomited a mouthful of blood and neither roared nor sneered. In the end, he just stretched out his hand and pulled his brother up.

"You lost again." He reached out and patted his brother, whose face was covered with blood and whose hair was messed up, and then laughed: "But this is the first time I have seen your courage, my stupid brother, well done."

After saying that, he helped his brother walk up to the stand. Marin watched the two of them walk down. Mr. Lahabrea nodded to Marin: "You should be the one who encouraged my brother to let

He learned to stand up to me for the first time."

"I just feel that as a man, you always need to face everything." Marin explained with a smile.

"Yes, a man needs to be brave enough to face everything." After the elder brother finished speaking, he patted his younger brother on the head, and then helped him walk to the rest area.

Marin jumped off the guardrail, took a long sword from the waiter's hand, shook it, and threw it back to the waiter.

The latter took the sword and looked at Marin with some confusion as he walked towards the center of the field: "Sir, those on the lower ladder below ladder seven are not allowed to use real swords."

Marin turned around and nodded. He opened his arms, and Lorraine and Feo, who were twigs of the World Tree, emerged from it. They drilled into the ground in front of Marin, and finally formed a beautiful wooden sword.

The waiter turned and glanced at the referee team. The latter obviously knew the goods and nodded. Then the waiter also nodded to Marin: "Your sequence and ladder."

"Ladder ten, apprentice, accept the challenge of those on ladder six and below." After watching the game between the two old men of the Quasser family, Marin was still scared. Originally, he wanted to talk about the people on the higher ladder (ladder four).

The following is casual, but considering that the two of them threw out both positive and negative energy sword winds, Marin was really afraid of encountering a macho man with swords and blazing fire.

So it’s better to be honest and set the goal at ladder six first.

Marin was already scared, but the waiter didn't understand his thoughts at all. The waiter thought for a while and saw that Marin was a little overwhelmed. Finally, he turned to the referee team for help. Someone stood up and nodded.

So the waiter hung up Marin's challenge request.

Then it was picked off by one hand.

The owner of this hand threw the request board back to the waiter, and then strode towards Marin.

"Your little maid is pretty good. Although she has a high degree of distortion, I still like her to be as different as she is." The young man pointed at Cross sitting on the guardrail and took the hand from his servant.

The big sword came over: "I'm from the Eastern Kingdom. You don't need to know my name, and I don't need to know your identity. But when I defeat him, you can sacrifice him to save your own life."

Looking at the gray-haired young man in front of him, Marin turned to look at the waiter: "Is it okay to kill people here?"

"No intentional killing." The waiter looked at the two of them seriously and said.

So Marin looked back in the direction of Cross and found that Mrs. Marim had stood beside Cross. The tall and strong lady nodded, and then made a motion of slitting her throat.

Marin smiled and turned to look at this person: "Then do you have any bets?"

"It's better to think about how to save your own life first, kid."

"You must tell your bet before fighting." Marin put one hand on his hips and grabbed the hilt of the sword with the other.

The young man looked at the waiter, who nodded: "Sir, for the sake of fairness, you should really tell me your bet."

"It's really troublesome. Well, my bet is this sword. It is made of iron tree core and is a weapon comparable to an alloy sword." After the young man finished speaking, he raised the long sword.

The waiter raised his hand and then released his fingers, and the handkerchief began to fall to the floor.

Marin didn't move until the handkerchief fell to the ground, until the young man swung the sword towards him. The moment the sword reached his body, Marin turned around and 'slid' a short distance away, dodging the attack while already holding his hands.

The hilt of the sword was lifted, and the World Tree sword held horizontally was raised high in the next second. With the swing force brought by its master's turn, it hit the sword body made of iron tree core hard.

In the first second, the face of the young man who raised his sword to block changed.

The next second, a large number of cracks appeared on the tree core sword.

In the third second, the young man opened his mouth, and then the twig of the World Sword broke the iron tree core in his hand and struck him hard on the face.

The young man's head shattered like a balloon that hit a pin.

In the fourth second, Marin raised his hand, shook off the fragments on the sword body expressionlessly, and turned to look at the young waiter: "Tell your people to come out and clean the floor."

"You killed someone!" the waiter screamed. He looked at the long table where the referee team was sitting, but found that none of them were looking here. Only the owner of the arena stood there, looking at him.

Finally, he lowered his head, walked in with his team members, and began to collect the body.

Marin watched the young man's servants escape. He did not stop them, and even thought it would be nice if they could bring something back.

The challenge request was put up again, but with the first unlucky guy's performance, no one chose Marin as his opponent, which made Marin very sad. Feo turned into a tree man at this time, and he waved

The fan made of leaves in his hand drove away the sultry atmosphere for Marin, while Lorraine turned into a tree stump for Marin to sit and rest.

………………

"Your boyfriend really likes you." Banai looked at Marin sitting below and couldn't help but sigh at the rabbit girl in front of him.

The deformation is obviously so serious, but this little rabbit seems to still retain a complete mind. Even judging from his decoration, this is at least a five-ring mage. One look at her fingers...completely deformed paws, God knows this

How much effort did the girl put in to be able to perform magic?

Such an amazing child should be taken care of as a matter of course, and this boy named Marin Guyat seemed to dote on her very much. When he asked the waiter just now, Banai had already regarded the prince from the Eastern Kingdom as a dead person.

——Don’t even look at what the tree in this child’s hand is made of, two twigs of the World Tree. This is not the beloved son of the Lord of Justice, but his biological son.

You want to get your hands on this rabbit... Do you want me to teach you how to pronounce the word "death", you Eastern bumpkin?

After listening to Ba Biao's words, the girl who seemed to be a rabbit named Cross smiled and nodded shyly: "Mr. Marin is the most reliable man. I believe in him and will never doubt him."

he."

Ah, I don’t know why, Banai obviously took the train for a whole day and arrived here without eating anything. He was obviously still hungry enough to eat ten steaks just now, but when he heard this rabbit say these words

In an instant, he felt that he was full.

Mr. Dwarf sat on the guardrail. The gentleman with his face in his hands shed tears of pain.

………………

Marin sat for a long time. Instead of waiting for the anger of revenge, he waited for a team of extraordinary people, led by Jiaxi.

"I knew it was you." He came up and looked at the unlucky guy who was put in the body bag: "This is a prince, and you just killed him like this."

"It was manslaughter. I used twigs of the World Tree. You know that under normal circumstances, the guy in my hand shouldn't be able to kill this unlucky guy." Marin pushed this matter to the prince.

.

Firstly, because he really didn't expect that this guy was actually a guy from the evil camp, and secondly, because dead people can't speak, so they can rise up if they can.

"Is that so?" Jiaxi glanced at the waiter, who nodded.

Mrs. Marim, who was standing next to him, smiled and nodded: "It is known to all that the World Tree is not nearly as lethal to innocent people, and this one just died after being hit in the head, so I think if

If we find him, there should be a lot of black material, right?"

"That has nothing to do with me. I'm just here to arrest people today. This boy's servant said that someone killed their master in the arena." At this point, Jiaxi smiled distressedly: "Speaking of arresting people,

How can I catch them? If my team really wants to come up, won’t they be enough for you to kill?"

"Yeah, so I have a solution here. Look, I just recorded what happened with the video magic crystal. This is a copy. You can take it to close the case." After Marin finished speaking, he put a

A magic crystal was thrown into Jiaxi's arms: "He said he wanted to take my girlfriend away from me. I decided to teach him a lesson, but I didn't expect that he could even have his head broken by a twig of the World Tree."

Jiaxi looked at the records in the magic crystal for a while, then nodded and agreed with Marin: "You are using the twig weapon of the World Tree, which can prove your idea. In this case, I will go back first."

Marin leaned back with satisfaction, just leaning on the newly grown back of the chair.
Chapter completed!