MMORPG: War God, You are Invincible Again
Chapter 481 - 235 Siege

Chapter 481: Chapter 235 Siege

The seventh trial was called the Furnace, which was quite similar to Lu Hong’s past experience with magic fire body refining, but this was of a much lower grade.

There was no standard benchmark for passing this trial. Trialists needed to endure and train their bodies under the ever-increasing flames. The lowest known temperature for someone who passed was 380 degrees, but as long as you did not faint from heatstroke, the temperature could be infinitely increased until the trialist reached their limit.

Right now, Lu Hong was sitting cross-legged in a room full of flames—a scene conjured up by the magic array. Flames encroached upon him at all times.

The initial temperature was very low, akin to warm water. Lu Hong even thought it was too cold for a bath.

However, as time passed, the heat seemed fitting for a sauna.

Having experienced magic fire body refining and with his resistance training maxed out, Lu Hong naturally passed the trial with ease.

A short half-day passed, and Su Linglong was the first to falter, thrown out of the trial. Another half-day went by, and Aragon too lay prostrate as he exited.

After one more day, Augustus followed suit.

Upon regaining consciousness in the buffer room, Augustus didn’t immediately exit the trial’s doors. This time he was full of motivation to break through—his pride had taken a hit when Lu Hong surpassed him in the previous challenge, but surely he must be the last one out this time?

By all rational expectations, he had broken the prior record, surely enough to firmly best his two brothers.

Augustus took a deep breath, exited the trial’s doors, and indeed, Su Linglong and Aragon had been waiting. But wait—a third brother?!

"Has the third brother not come out yet?" Augustus asked eagerly.

"Yes," Aragon said, somewhat disheartened. Although he didn’t specialize in body refining and the seventh trial didn’t forbid magic, he had thought he could compete with the eldest brother, only to face a crushing defeat.

Augustus could see Aragon’s state of mind and smiled, saying, "Second brother, after all, you’ve attempted the seventh trial fewer times, lacking in experience. No need to be discouraged; with time, surpassing me is not a difficult task."

"Thank you for your guidance," Aragon acknowledged with a nod, accepting the consolation, then asked, "Do you think the third brother has yet to wake up in the buffer room?"

"I think that’s very likely," Augustus nodded. "Unfortunately, we can’t enter the buffer room, otherwise we would certainly give him a magic potion for treatment. Poor third brother, probably got roasted to a crisp."

Su Linglong listened to their belittling speculations about Lu Hong and sneered, "He didn’t faint; just look at the leaderboard then you’ll know."

"Huh?" Augustus looked up at the magic screen and his face immediately soured.

He had been pushed down to second place, and Lu Hong’s persistence time was still rising.

"Damn it?!" Augustus couldn’t help but curse, "Third brother is really awesome!"

"Yeah!" Aragon also exclaimed, "He’s not even at the Third Transition yet, but his foundation is several times stronger than ours. Perhaps that’s the leverage for his victories against stronger opponents."

The three of them waited outside the seventh trial for two more days, yet Lu Hong still did not appear. By then, the temperature inside the trial must have surpassed 1300 degrees, and the suffocating heatwaves attacked relentlessly, making every breath feel like gulping down scorching lava.

As for the vigor of blood and energy, it was evaporating constantly under the high temperature. Lu Hong’s total blood qi was rapidly diminishing, but this reduction was not entirely negative.

High temperatures could refine the body and also refine blood qi. Moreover, the flames used in the array constructed by the Hall of Power were not ordinary mortal flames, but a wisp of Divine Fire from the brow of the Heavenly God of Blaze.

Although this flame had been diluted and weakened, its effects were still outstanding.

As the temperature of the flames rose, so did the divinity contained within them.

While a large portion of his blood qi was evaporated, its quality was also quietly climbing. Lu Hong distinctly sensed the difference. Although his current blood qi was only half of the original amount, its power was equivalent to two-thirds of the original.

Persisting, Lu Hong felt that as long as he endured another half-day, a breakthrough was inevitable. His blood qi would climb another level, on par with the quality of magic power from a Third Transition profession!

The three waiting outside the trial for Lu Hong’s emergence didn’t find the third brother, but instead were surrounded by a group of intruders from outsider factions.

And among them were strong individuals from the Golden Temple.

"They arrived really fast!" Augustus sneered as he looked around, noticing that the group seemed even more luxurious than those who ambushed him before.

Aragon, staring at the more than thirty strong individuals who came with the Golden Temple, shouted, "Who let you interfere with this matter?!"

"Lord Aragon, we don’t wish to go against your will, but... you know," said the warrior from the Golden Temple helplessly.

Aragon gritted his teeth and said, "What if I don’t want to?"

"Then we’ll have to deal with you as well," answered the Golden Temple practitioner calmly, appearing to have been granted special privileges by the Golden Temple.

Hearing this, Aragon revealed a smile and looked towards Augustus, "Big brother, who would have thought we would have a chance to fight side by side again."

"There are more than two hundred people on their side, are you afraid?" Augustus smiled as he spoke.

"Afraid? I’m only afraid you will kill more than me!"

"Hahaha, good! Then let’s compare once more today!"

As soon as Augustus’s words fell, he vanished on the spot.The next second, a mid-stage practitioner was killed by him, his throat twisted and his death somewhat unclear.

Aragon’s expression changed, "Big brother, you’re too explosive!"

"If I’d count, wouldn’t that just give them a chance to prepare?" While speaking, Augustus disappeared once again.

The extraneous practitioners hurriedly summoned their skills, shielding themselves to prevent Augustus’s sneak attacks.

Meanwhile, the Void mages also began to cast their spells, disrupting the space to render Augustus’s blink skill ineffective.

Aragon chose the perfect moment to strike; the Holy Light burst forth, forming a beam of light that he brought smashing down onto the head of that spatial mage.

Seeing Aragon act, the Golden Temple practitioners quickly mobilized Magic Power, conjuring a massive barrier to deflect all of Aragon’s skills.

But in the blink of an eye, concealed by the light beam, Aragon had already drawn his sword and slashed down.

This sword was not ordinary; it was the Hall Master’s sword from his early years at the Golden Temple, with tremendous power on par with Lu Hong’s Holy Sword. And since Aragon was a Third Transition practitioner, he could bring forth the full power of the treasured sword.

With one sword strike, the barrier constructed jointly by the numerous Golden Temple practitioners was instantly shattered.

However, the other extraneous practitioners also unleashed their prepared skills, bombarding Aragon relentlessly.

Aragon had no choice but to retreat and defend, losing the opportunity to kill the spatial mage.

Things were not going well for Augustus either. With space twisted, he no longer dared to recklessly use his blink ability, for fear of accidentally scattering himself within the chaotic spatial currents.

Without this powerful surprise attack skill, Augustus became a sitting duck for the extraneous practitioners, whose skills came crashing down in torrents, enough to drown someone.

"Great Spatial Slash!" With an unchanged expression, Augustus carved out a vast tear in the space before him, blocking the enemy’s assault.

But in the next second, a Fire Dragon Staff, disregarding spatial distances, struck towards his chest.

Augustus quickly used his palm to defend, but the staff radiated a splendid Divine Light that slowed his movements, and he watched helplessly as it struck his chest.

"Pugh!" Augustus spat out a mouthful of blood and stumbled backward repeatedly.

Behind the staff was a combined blow from two of the strongest divine practitioners.

The energies of fire and thunder, two of the most destructive elemental Magic Powers, rushed into Augustus’s body, causing him immense damage.

If he didn’t suppress this power quickly, Augustus thought he might be finished.

"Big brother, I’ll help you!" Aragon, seeing Augustus beaten back, hurriedly brought down the Holy Light, trying to heal his brother.

But the extraneous practitioners did not give him that chance. Long Tianxiang, the leading figure of the Silver Shine practitioners, opened his mouth, and a strong suction force swept across the heavens and the earth, actually pulling away the skills Aragon directed toward Augustus.

"Don’t let them come together, divide the battlefield!" Following the order from the leading figure of the Silver Shine practitioners, countless strong opponents surged forth, surrounding the two, focusing on controlling Aragon with the Golden Temple practitioners at the forefront, while prioritizing Augustus’s death.

Without his blink skill to rapidly close distances, Augustus found himself under siege by numerous divine artifacts summoned by the extraneous practitioners. No matter how strong he was, he couldn’t withstand so many Divine Artifacts attacking him at once, and his body gained more and more scars.

Aragon was extremely anxious, but those who surrounded him were once his subordinates. Although they could not defeat him one-on-one, they were very familiar with his skills and attack patterns, tightly entangling him to the point he couldn’t break free.

As for Su Linglong, she stayed far aside, watching the battle unfold, nonchalant because neither of the two was her master, and their lives or deaths were unrelated to her.

Looking up at the magic public screen in the distance, which still ticked away time, Su Linglong prayed Lu Hong would continue to hold on, hold on until Augustus died, and Aragon was captured. When everyone had left, it would be the perfect time for her to come out of seclusion.