ot long after.As the exam approaches.Sister Teresa's magical device in her hand, as expected, started to ring.Their teammate voluntarily withdrew from the exam because they decided to apply to other c...Chapter 438: The Trial of the Demon Clan: The Hanging Path to Rebirth

The great love poet followed Hepburn onto the steps and turned back to make sure all his teammates were ready. (Due to caching reasons, please have users directly browse the website to view the fastest chapter updates.)

After receiving a look of response, the great love poet walked forward again.

"This time, I'll hold your hand tight."

Hubberly whispered assurances to the poet beside her.

Instantly, the two stepped through the mysterious deep purple mirror portal. The air around the doorway rippled with the faintest tremor of void energy, like magic dancing lightly on a still lake.

Figures stepped into the teleportation portal, disappearing one by one until they were completely absorbed into the void surrounded by deep purple light.

For a moment, the two of them felt as if they were plunging rapidly from the star sea, once again experiencing the wonder of weightlessness. Fleeting lights and colors intertwined, forming ever-shifting scenes of distortion.

Until the falling speed began to slow, a brilliant light erupted from the exit, instantly enveloping them.

"……"

As soon as Huberly stepped into this sixth-floor space, his pupils couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She found herself standing in a spacious hall, reminiscent of a theater. In the center of the vast space was a high vaulted ceiling adorned with intricate frescoes depicting totems from ancient demon realm mythology.

This is a hall larger than any transmission chamber before it. On the dais, there is still a deep purple mirror-like void transmission gate similar to the previous ones.

They remained together throughout their journey and faced no danger. The only difference was that on the sixth floor, they felt an extreme cold in the air, as if standing in a vast snowy expanse. Their joints ached, and even their thoughts became sluggish.

As the deepest level, the sixth level, due to its structure, does not have a separate entrance transfer hall and exit transfer hall. The only void teleportation portal is located here.

Soon, the wristbands of several students glowed red again as usual —

On Level -6 of the Herlohm Prison, surviving and working earns a large amount of duty points.

After meeting the assessment requirements for the base level, you can unlock the trading privileges of the current level. Upon completion of the internship as a prison guard, the remaining duty points can be exchanged for wages or converted into Promethium Royal Academy credits.

Current Location: Hel'rom Prison, Level -6, Warden's Office & Teleportation Hall.

Job content: Inspection and maintenance.

Note: Entering the sixth floor will put you within an illusionary barrier. The danger of this barrier increases with time spent inside, reaching a maximum level of ninth-order illusions.

Note: When you are conscious and the fear in your heart is heavier, the proportion of false injuries received in illusion turning into actual injuries increases.

Note: In this layer, guards can drink a special snowfield strong alcohol to dispel the cold and increase their courage, but be careful not to get drunk and fall into a coma, please consume in moderation.

Return to the basic level requirements: After checking the solidity and durability of all cells, obtain the permission from the level six warden and the final evaluation.

Huperblyan lowered her head, staring at the information on layer -6.

Finally arrived at the last layer of Helrom Prison before leaving. It seems there's one final trial of a great demon's heart left.

Her arduous mission was going too smoothly today, it felt like she hadn't done much at all, just one last step left and the great job would be complete.

According to the Snow Witch, in the kingdom of Atheria, the great demon trial known as "Life and Death Crossroads" was called the 【Hanging Path to Reincarnation】. The more afraid of death one was, the easier it was to die.

It is both an illusion and can deal physical magical damage.

Once you enter the Illusory Realm of the Suspended Path to Reincarnation and begin to feel even a sliver of fear, your inner defenses will collapse like a dam burst, crumbling at an alarming speed. This is potentially more dangerous than any physical trial.

And this Great Demon Trial was almost a fatal blow to Truthful Pranane. Truthful Pranane, who only wanted to survive, nearly suffered 100% damage in the [Suspended Path of Rebirth]. Escaping the cell would be suicide.

For the intern prison guard assessment, you can choose to have everyone drink a moderate amount of specially made Snowfield strong liquor based on their own circumstances, distribute routes, and repair some cells along the way before the danger level of the illusion reaches a higher level. Then return to the safe zone for recovery. At the same time, leave one person ready to travel back and forth at the fastest speed to rescue teammates. This heavily tests judgment and execution ability.

However, Huberlian now feels the strategies given by the Ice Witch are useless.

Despite the Ice Witch telling her how difficult it would be two months prior, Huberley was certain that in reality, it would be a piece of cake.

"...."

Hubert secretly glanced at the stunned poet beside him.

Apart from the slight amount of work points earned when clearing floors -4 and -5, Ranch currently has a considerable sum. When asked about it, Ranch replies that it was a gift from Jailer Selena on floor -4.

However, Hubleyan was in a dream of falling into the gentle bosom of oblivion and had no idea what happened on the fourth floor.

Hubert still worried whether Lanchi had been coerced or forced to give up the object, but Lanchi said that Selena, the jailer's daughter, had willingly given it to him. He didn't even mention Selena, and Miss Selena paid Lanchi.

Huberley could only temporarily let go of her worries.

Several people were just about to go down the steps when they heard the warden's voice inside the main hall.

"It's great to have interns who are willing to come here and be correctional officers."

Huberlian looked in the direction of the whispers, discovering that this level's transmission hall was a secure area combined with the warden's office.

Only the jailer's nameplate, inscribed with "Dariya," could be seen. With her legs propped up on the desk, she had a sharp visage and piercing eyes that seemed to see straight through people. A subtle smirk played upon her thin lips.

Although she was wearing a prison guard's uniform, because the top was tight, she casually unbuttoned her collar and draped it over her jacket.

Here, there is no escape from death's embrace, no path to salvation. It's better to live and die in a drunken dream.

Daria, the warden, leaned back in her chair casually and gazed at the group with a murmured tone.

She held a small wine glass in her hand, as if she had just taken a sip.

She was obviously happy about the arrival of the intern correctional officers. Without their help, she would have had to do all the regular inspections and maintenance work herself.

As for the wardens, Huberli feels that except for Warden Colenden on the -1st floor who's a bit hard to communicate with, the wardens on floors -4 and -5 seem like good people. The warden on the -6th floor also doesn't seem bad either.

"We'll get to work right away. Please rest assured."

"Hubert made his obeisance to the warden of Tier Minus Six, Daria, and spoke."

This level's mission is very clear, with two major demon lords and the demon artificer Lance. Repairs are even easier.

"Hold on, who told you to rush off to work"

Dariya hurriedly put down a leg from the table, called out to stop several people, and beckoned them over.

Today is the fourth update, the last one will be slightly later, it's not finished yet, Yizhi continues to burn!

(The End)

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