As Selena, who was presiding over the illusion, thought about it, a large new scene appeared out of thin air in the originally empty area outside the castle.
After doing all this, Selena smiled coquettishly and left the illusion.
The stopped time continued to flow, and Jobtran was still running wildly in the castle, looking for the door to end this test, but he had some more small troubles chasing after him in the process.
In this level of illusion, the venue is a medieval castle.
The knight armors in the castle that were originally used for decoration became alive after Joet Brown passed by, and two dark green eyes ignited in the gaps of the helmets;
Although their movements were clumsy, the unexpected blow almost kept Joe Butron here.
"Defend the castle, guard the home, and kill anyone who trespasses!"
These armors would shout this slogan before swinging their weapons, and then swing the weapons beside them: broadswords, hammers, spears, etc.
Jobtran did not spend too much time fighting with these armors, but chose to use his ability to run flexibly in the illusion to leave them behind.
"Guest, come and have a cup of tea."
"Guest, come and listen to a song."
It was a talking teapot and a harp.
They had no way to move and could only use various languages to try to disrupt Joet Brown's pace and rhythm.
But up to now, Joe Butran has not seen any trace of living people.
The owner of the castle never showed up, but just roared when he dealt with the stitched monster.
But when Joet Brown pushed open the castle gate, the scenery outside made him slow down his pace.
The light of the stars in the night sky completely faded, and it was the scarlet moon that illuminated the earth.
The moonlight, which should have been soft and bright, now cast an eerie red light on the entire earth.
In front of the castle, there is a large patch of bright red roses.
I wonder if it was the scarlet blood that stained the rose petals red.
I don't know if it was the nutrients provided by the bones, or the soil moistened by the corpses,
This sea of red flowers is extremely charming.
The weeping blood flower blooms, and life withers away.
The wind blew gently, bringing up petals of crimson flying, and at the same time taking away the souls of the dead.
One by one, skeletons crawled out of the soil, resurrected from death with hatred towards the owner of the castle.
The knight in armor who was chasing Joet Brown did not dare to step out of the door at this time. He even dropped the weapon in his hand on the ground. He turned around and closed the castle gate, locking Joet Brown outside.
Faced with the army of undead resurrected from the sea of flowers, Jobtran had no choice but to pick up the knight's lost sword and shield from the ground for self-defense.
In the tower on top of the castle, an old woman looked out of the dilapidated tower window at the army of the undead.
In her right hand she held a bright rose, which was her favorite flower and also the gift that man had given her.
The undead army did not take any action for the time being because they were waiting for their king.
A right hand with a golden ring stretched out from the soil under the rose, and he, tall and beast-like, woke up from the flowers with a crown on his head.
He looked up at the tower, at the old woman, growling silently.
The roar contained helplessness, resentment, betrayal and endless love, as if complaining to the old woman why she had abandoned him in the first place.
Like a tidal wave, the white bones charged towards the castle, slapping the castle walls in vain with their cracked claws.
Some of the white bones close to Jobt Brown attacked Joet Brown, using their broken bodies to rush forward, trying to pin Joet Brown down and then transform him into one of them.
They bared their fangs and claws, used their broken skulls to butt, and used their broken teeth to bite, but Joet Brown still held on in this predicament.
Using the smallest wound to exchange for the hope of survival is the only strategy that Joet-Brown can adopt now.
He kept moving his feet, but as the number of bones around him increased, the space he had to dodge became less and less.
There was a wound on the hand and a bite mark on the back, and slowly more and more such wounds appeared on the body.
His physical strength gradually failed, and negative emotions such as irritability and anxiety gradually appeared in his heart, which had always been calm and composed.
It is indeed impossible for one person to fight against an army of bones, but a turning point also appeared.
A bell in the tower rang out, and struck twelve times.
The deafening bell interrupted the undead attack, and at the end of the bell, the undead leader reluctantly issued the order to retreat.
It's time for them to return to the soil and continue waiting for the next opportunity to attack.
"You are mine, the one who killed my child."
The hoarse, high-pitched voice of the old woman reached the ears of Jobut Brown, who frowned and looked toward the tower.
The old woman in the tower glared at Joet Brown fiercely, and the next second she turned into a ball of blood mist and exploded, without even having a chance to scream.
At this time, Selina, who was in charge of the test illusion, changed her expression and shouted at Arnold without any regard for etiquette,
"Something's wrong, help me!"
The other students who were taking the test were thrown out of the illusion by Selena and returned to reality in shock.
They found themselves slumped in front of the crystal ball, feeling extremely exhausted.
The screens in the center of the stage dimmed one after another, except for the one broadcasting Joet Brown, which remained bright, broadcasting the sudden accident he had experienced.
An ominous situation descended from the sky accompanied by indescribable pressure.
At first it was just a tiny dot the size of a grain of rice and would not attract anyone's attention, but soon, His huge figure appeared.
Joet Brown looked up at the sky unconsciously. In the blood-red moonlight, a figure with both sacred and evil contradictory qualities descended.
His soft yet tough tentacles swayed in the wind behind him. He did not have human facial features, but Joet Brown knew that he was watching him.
The way He slowly floated down from the sky was more graceful than that of the world's top dancer, but His indifference to life showed a kind of disdain for humans.
"The fallen ancient god wandering on the edge of the Dreamland!"
Arnold rushed to Selina who was trying her best to control the illusion, and then he noticed something strange in the illusion.
The screen broadcast outside the illusion came to an abrupt end because the following content would cause panic among the students.
Just by taking a glance, many senior students who had been exposed to the knowledge of the occult were filled with fear, and some even wet their pants uncontrollably.
All the previous changes in the castle were nothing more than minor incidents in front of the god who descended under the moonlight, and at best were just terrifying.
This figure is what makes people fear from the bottom of their hearts, no, from the depths of their instincts.
Joe Butran clenched his fists, but his body instinctively trembled with the movements of the figure.
He was both afraid and fearless.
He knew that this was a level set up in the test illusion, but this indescribable horror stimulated all his sensory nerves.
But what Jobtran didn't know was that the test had gotten out of control.
Being killed by the god in front of him would mean that even his soul would be annihilated, but in the eyes of this god, death is a merciful and forgiving reward.
He can easily transform Jobtran into an indescribable alien at any time, whether it is a monster covered with tentacles or a mass of meat that can multiply itself.
His seemingly slender limbs gently fell into the ocean of roses, stirring up a crimson rain.
He was very curious about the human being in front of him.
As a god-level life form that transcends humans, he rarely has emotions, but he somehow felt a familiar aura in Joet Brown.
After a long time, he could no longer remember who he was or to whom that breath belonged, but he was very sure that the owner of that breath had an unforgettable memory with him.
He lay on the ground like an experienced hound, pacing cautiously around Joet Brown. His elegant and calm posture revealed many flaws, but Joet Brown did not dare to make a move.
There is a voice in my heart that keeps whispering, reminding me over and over again,
"Don't act rashly."
Although Joet Brown had no intention of attacking, he instinctively raised the shield in front of himself;
Even though he knew in his heart that this shield was as fragile as paste in front of the existence in front of him, he still did it because he had no other choice.
He circled around Joet Brown for a while, then strangely twisted his neck around four times and extended it in front of Joet Brown.
Jobtran could feel the breath coming from Him, it was so close.
Now, as long as you reach out your hand, you can touch the gods.
As soon as this thought came to mind, a lot of crazy and uncontrollable nonsense appeared in my mind.
"Reach out, touch, become a god.
Kneel down, sacrifice, and give your life.
Sing, pray, and sleep forever."
Various complicated thoughts emerged in my mind like a volcanic eruption.
This valid yet contradictory idea, faced with such soul-shaking pressure, became a fuse that was about to be ignited, driving Joet Brown close to madness.
He gently touched Joet Brown's forehead with a slender limb, and at the same time felt the mysterious aura of Joet Brown.
The touch on my forehead was icy cold, like the coolness of moonlight, but with a hint of inexplicable loneliness and frustration.
"My name is Kong Si, the Moon God."
Such a sentence suddenly appeared in Joet Brown's ears, and even He Himself did not react to why He said that.
At that moment, Kongs, the god himself, was also stunned.
He seemed to recall many sad memories, as well as an emotion buried deep in his heart—resentment.
“Ughhhhhhhhh!!!
Thoth!!!!
Ancient God!!!!
This revenge must be avenged!!!"
The god who claimed to be Kongs roared at the red moon in the sky, and this roar that resounded through the sky even created a lot of cracks in the illusion created by Selena.
The illusion was collapsing, and Kongs was pounding the ground angrily, tearing up the roses around him, then leaping up and passing through a black crack.
Joet Brown, who had fallen unconscious due to the roar, fell to the ground with his limbs twitching and his eardrums ruptured.
The illusions around me were like shattered mirrors, crumbling piece by piece, and after the shattering, only nothingness remained.
At the last moment, a big hand grabbed Joet Brown's collar and took his spirit out of the illusion.
After breaking away, the illusion that Selena had spent so much time and effort to construct disappeared from the world.
In the real tent, Joe Butran twitched and fell off the chair.
Selena suffered the backlash of the shattered illusion and spat out blood, even her nose was bleeding.
Her eyes were bloodshot and looked scarlet. She said to Arnold weakly,
"I'll leave it to you later."
Then he fell into Arnold's arms.
Arnold opened his eyes and looked around at the confused and stunned students.
Arnold coughed lightly and said in a loud voice,
"Old students, please give me some face and leave first.
Newcomers who are participating in the test please stay away.
This is the first trial run of the new test, and there were some unexpected situations, but the situation is now under control, so please don't worry."
Although Arnold's words were an official form of appeasement, they still had a certain effect.
People's discussions have obviously become much quieter, but the subsequent impact remains unknown.
After saying this, Arnold walked off the stage holding Selina, and immediately laid her flat in the tent just in case.
The tent was equipped with first aid personnel who could give Selena a preliminary diagnosis.
After putting Selina down, Arnold hurriedly trotted to the tent where Joet Brown was.
The hooded actor and prosecutor who were originally in the tent laid Joet Brown flat on the ground and were giving him artificial respiration, but he still did not wake up.
"let me."
Arnold's face darkened when he saw this, and he said solemnly.
He stretched out his right hand and gently placed it on Joet Brown's forehead.
The temperature on his forehead was terrifyingly cold, like the glaciers in the Arctic, or even more terrifying than that.
"Dazzling fire, Oryx, please bring warmth and dispel the coldness of the world."
A wisp of purple flame appeared out of thin air as Arnold chanted. It was the original power that Oryx lent to Arnold.
This force should be invincible in the world, but it has no power to suppress the cold that is currently eroding Joet Brown.
Because it was power of the same level, even though it was only leaked unconsciously by the Moon God Kongs, for Jobtran, it was not something that could be easily accepted by the human body.
The flame slowly fell onto Joet Brown's forehead, but before its power was exhausted, it only restored Joet Brown to his normal body temperature. He still showed no sign of waking up.
This is the biggest crisis that Joet Brown has encountered so far!