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Chapter 1085 - Chapter 1085 Chapter 184 Drawing Lots

Chapter 1085: Chapter 184 Drawing Lots Chapter 1085: Chapter 184 Drawing Lots Saint Envoy – Golden Craftsman, Fei

His primary purpose in coming here was “to observe and select talent” and “to supervise and maintain order.”

Because he wore a golden mask, his facial expressions could not be seen… In truth, when all the contestants were present, the expression of the Golden Craftsman was extremely unpleasant.

This was because the majority of the participants who came here were demons.

Of the six teams, three were composed of purebred demons, one team consisted of transmuters affected by the whirlpool, and only two teams were craftsmen from the Sacred Level World.

Such a result made him very unhappy.

After all, in terms of fundamental attributes, Sacred Level Life restrained the unclean demons.

After a round of selection, most of the craftsmen he brought had died in the hallway.

After some ‘beguiling talk’, the Saint Envoy created a golden chair for flight and sat alone in the sky to watch the upcoming competition.

The competition’s director was still “Father Lysos”.

The area shrouded by the black umbrella was isolated, and Father Lysos announced the rules from the absolute darkness at the center of Fairyland:

“The final selection will be divided into two phases.

First, confrontation.

Team leaders will draw lots, and teams with matching numbers will battle each other.

In order, they will send vanguards, champions, and commanders to fight, with the best of three rounds winning.

Once an identity is confirmed, it cannot be changed. Should any unlawful identity swaps or changes in the order of appearance be discovered, they will be put to death directly by me and the Saint Envoy.

The team that wins the battle will enter the Second Phase.

Second, the upgrade.

The Saint Envoy has specially brought a Golden Saint Grade, and the [Vortex Miracle] has also been transferred to the top of the stairs.

The winning team will be granted the ‘upgrade’ privilege.

The upgrade is an important ritual in the Sacred Level World and the necessary path for an individual to acquire identity and rights.

An individual who completes the upgrade first means they have a greater chance of being accepted by the [Vortex Miracle].

The Saint Envoy has also said that only one spot is available to touch the Miracle.

However, those who perform exceptionally during the selection competition will have a chance to cut ties with the current world, completely change their identity, and move on to a new life in the Sacred Level World.

I hope you can bring out your best strength.

Please have the representatives from the six teams come here to draw lots…”

Just at this moment, the Saint Envoy seated in the golden chair suddenly raised his hand, his voice coming from high above:

“Father Lysos, there is a team among these that is your own.

To ensure absolute fairness and justice, let’s lead the [lot-drawing ceremony] together.

You will still be in charge of drawing lots, Father, but I will provide the drawing tools.”

Having said that,

Six golden plates slowly fell from the sky.

The numbers etched in gold could not be changed, and any trickery by Father Lysos would be detected.

At this time, the facial features of the priest shrouded in the darkness changed slightly.

Indeed, Father Lysos had certain selfish intentions; he very much wanted his three transmuters to have the opportunity to upgrade.

But earning the opportunity was contingent on winning the competition.

He knew very well how strong the four Elements who came here were, as he himself was a Mythic Body among demons.

It was not easy for Father Lysos to secure the rights to direct the final selection, he wanted to give ‘his own people’ a break, or at least avoid confrontation with these monstrous Element Bodies.

Otherwise, without even the chance to ‘upgrade,’ there could be no talk of accepting the Miracle.

And moreover.

The current selection competition still had one of the worst options available, “a terrifying team formed by the First Element and the Seventh Element.”

Once luck was bad and they were drawn, there wasn’t even a 1% chance of victory, and death in the competition was certain.

Should darkness overflow from the Priest’s face, his expression at this moment could scare hundreds of meters of common people to death.

But he quickly restrained his emotions, showing no outward changes to outsiders, just pausing for two seconds.

His tone was also very calm, “Representatives of each team, please come forward to draw lots.”

For Han Dong’s side, naturally, the Vortex Woman–Mero stepped forward as the representative.

Han Dong also faintly discerned some clues, with Little Demon Eye detecting a subtle change that occurred in the dark aura enveloping the Priest in just an instant.

“Father Lysos seems to have been set up as well. Judging from his use of his privilege to accept me early on, the grouping here should be able to be manipulated to avoid us meeting the Element Body.

This move makes the relationship between the Priest and this Golden Saint seem quite average, even fragile. This is a good thing.

However, it also means we are under a lot of pressure.

We can only hope for Mero’s hand to be a bit luckier.

One-in-five odds, don’t get hit…”

Facing the First Element, the only thing Han Dong could do was self-protect, and it would be very difficult to carry out subsequent plans.

The current situation had Han Dong very tense, with nothing else to do but pray.

The drawing of lots ended.

Three different patterns appeared on the surface of the Golden Plate–[Cloud], [Stone], and [Tree]

And in Mero’s hand was [Tree].

“Tree! Which team does that correspond to?”

With Magic Eye Wide Open, Han Dong didn’t care about the other teams’ outcomes.

All his attention stayed on the hand of the Mad Demon youth… Not just Han Dong, at least two additional gazes were on the Mad Demon’s Golden Plate.

[Stone]

Looking at the mark on it, Han Dong breathed a sigh of relief.

“By Heaven, it’s been a long time since I’ve been this tense… Speaking of which, who drew [Tree]?”

Just as Han Dong wanted to see the other teams’ Golden Draws.

The ‘pattern’ corresponding to each team was clearly reflected on the surface of the water at their feet.

As for the other team that drew [Tree], it happened to be Black Goat–Miss Sally, and their gazes met.

Besides giving an embarrassed smile, Han Dong didn’t know how to respond.

At the same time, Han Dong noticed another problem.

Due to the ‘three-person squad’ rule, Sally’s team had a particularly striking Demon join.

Personified, it even presented the figure of an Indian Monk.

Completely different from Monk Gu Xu Han Dong had encountered in “Prometheus,” not just in appearance, but also completely different in temperament.

Wearing tattered monk robes and with a Middle Eastern complexion,

Neck adorned with a string of huge Buddha Beads,

Appearing to be around seventy years old,

A tall and thin figure but feet about sixty yard-sticks in size, the body exuding a strange Monster aura.

“This monk is a bit odd… have to be careful in case we encounter him.”

Han Dong also took the opportunity to glance at the other teams to see which one drew the worst lot.

The other team shown [Stone] came from the Sacred Level World, the Craftsman team. However, this Craftsman team did not look weak at all, much stronger than the Tailor Han Dong had faced.

“Interesting, we can just see how strong this Mad Demon really is.

At the same time, we can assess the power of the Giant Hop… This match should be very exciting.”