This process is much simpler than originally imagined.
After the envoys verified the report and reviewed Rhodes' performance, they directly announced that he had been successfully promoted.
The bishop of the Heroic Church who deceived him with the "World Malice Theory" jumped out of the air, slapped him on the shoulder, gave him an aura, and the matter was done.
The only difference Rhodes felt was that the flame logo on his collar became more vivid.
The bishop said with a smile: "Sure enough, it's you. From the first time I met you, I thought you had great potential. Sure enough, after returning from a mission, you became an official member."
Rhodes was a little unbelievable: "Is this done? I am now a level three combatant?"
"Yes."
"Are you a full member of the Hall? No longer a reserve?"
"Yes."
"But I don't seem to feel anything..."
The bishop smiled gently and said: "Little Rhodes, the third-level combatants are the bottom among the high-level combatants and the threshold for the strong. They can only be regarded as supplementary forces in our main battle sequence. In the palace, they advance from the reserves.
Being a formal member is a very common thing. Although you are a very rare genius, the palace is big and the world is bigger. You have to get used to this."
Rhodes hesitated to speak.
To be honest, he rarely feels that the world revolves around him. His talent was very poor when he first started, and he did not grow very quickly.
This also resulted in him rarely dealing with those geniuses who were extremely dazzling from birth. It was only a few leaps and bounds in the middle that made his strength leap forward. Finally, he made these achievements and stood in the Palace of Fire.<
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The bishop seemed to know what he was thinking and said calmly: "I can feel the pride in your heart. You have some kind of strong support. Geniuses are like this. Faith is the driving force that supports us going forward. But, my
Children, you have to remember that real victory is not about how many monsters we kill, but about inspiring the fighting spirit in our hearts."
The bishop smiled faintly and bowed slightly.
"May the human hero Trorian always protect your future path."
The flames spread across his body, and he was like a paper figure, which disappeared into the air after being burned.
Okay.
Rhodes glanced at his hands.
I have finally entered the realm of high-level combatants. What is the difference between being a formal member of the palace?
A messenger answered his doubts. He handed a brand new robe and a badge of sword and fire to Rhodes.
"Sir Rhodes, this is your palace shirt and badge. From now on, you are a member of the outer hall of the palace. As an independent combat unit, you are qualified to actively apply for combat, undertake long-term tasks of the palace, or transfer your
When your comrades are brought into the palace, they will enjoy the treatment of your followers. Your weekly salary is ten thousand silver cords and three hundred combat supplies."
Another messenger also handed him a badge and a shirt.
"This is your third-level combatant's jersey and badge. From now on, you have officially entered the ranks of high-level combatants. You are the starlight, the moonlight, a bright flame in the sun's sea of fire, serving mankind
Light up the confused road ahead and support the living space."
"Your basic weekly salary is 10,000 silver cords and 400 combat or training supplies."
Rhodes was a little confused: "How much is my weekly salary?"
The messenger took out a piece of psychic crystal: "Let me check."
"Your current weekly salary totals fifty-two thousand silver cords, one thousand two hundred supplies, and your total savings is twenty-three million silver cords."
Wow, before I knew it, I was so rich?
Rhodes beamed with joy and decided to find an opportunity in the future to go shopping in the royal city.
Of course, before that, he first had to do a lot of shopping in the palace.
Rhodes has been waiting for a long time.
Arriving at the supplies hall, Rhodes saw the weapon he had longed for at a glance.
The Trident of the Deep Sea Diver.
It is dark blue in color, with water-stained patterns on the surface, an extremely long handle, and a strange spiritual light shining on the halberd.
"I want this!" Rod said.
The messenger in the hall saw the burning flame symbol on Rhodes' collar and the many badges on his chest. He didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly ran over, bowed and said: "Your Excellency, this is a relic.
Spiritual equipment can enhance the attack power of all long-range psychic missiles. The advantage is that it consumes less psychic energy and the enhancement amplitude is relatively high. The disadvantage is that it may cause the missile to lose control and must be worn before it can be used."
Rhodes nodded.
"Psychic missiles" are a general term for a type of psionic energy condensate. Although the types are different and the power is not the same, the basic principle is the same. They all use the psionic energy of the condensed matter to create explosive damage to attack the enemy. p>
Star shuttle is also one of them.
The trident can enhance the power of "psychic missiles", which is suitable for Rhodes.
The messenger said respectfully: "Please note, Your Excellency, it is not a weapon, but a piece of equipment. You need to carry it on your back at all times to be effective."
Rhodes nodded: "I know."
"Okay, this is a relic-level equipment, second only to the unique level. It is worth fifteen palace badges."
"Give."
Rhodes readily handed over fifteen badges.
The messenger's eyes were shocked, and he respectfully accepted the badge. After a simple verification, he opened the sealing crystal and took out the trident of the Deep Sea Diver.
"Please leave your soul imprint."
According to what he said, Rhode held the handle of the halberd, and with a thought, he left a mark that was unique to him. In a vague feeling, his spirit seemed to resonate with the trident, and a strange power enveloped his whole body.
Up.
"Then, please use it carefully, and I wish you a long-lasting fighting fire."
Rhodes did not reply, because at the moment of resonance, the book of knowledge in his mind suddenly spoke.
It conveys a message.
"What did you get?"
Rhodes was slightly surprised and replied; "A piece of relic-level equipment, said to come from the ruins of Sigris and restored by the Industrial Machinery Research Institute."
"I felt some incomplete source power on it. This was once a source weapon."
"The weapon of origin?"
"They are weapons that have mastered the power of the source. They are usually extremely powerful and are the prototype of artifacts."
"Uh, is it so strong? Can it be repaired?"
"Hmm... I don't know. You need to find new dream fragments. The Thunder Forging Platform may be able to repair them."
"Do you have any clues?"
"We are following the traces. We will soon face a powerful enemy... Well, your psychic power has reached level nine?"
"Yes."
The Book of Knowledge looks very happy.
"Very good, but not enough. You should quickly use the existing resources of mankind to become more powerful. Of course, since you cannot reveal the existence of dreams, this is somewhat difficult, but for the wisdom of a great dream lord
, this should be a trivial matter."
Rhodes frowned and said, "What do you want to do?"
The Book of Knowledge said: "I sense that there are many spiritual equipments in this hall. Take them all. You have too little divinity. We are very lacking in power now."
"...I don't have that much power."
The Book of Knowledge wrote dissatisfiedly: "Take as much as you can!"
Rhodes had a sad look on his face. He still had fifty-seven and a half badges left. He originally planned to exchange them for something else, but now it seems he can no longer do so.
He picked for a long time and exchanged three pieces of equipment.
Oath Armor.
Relic-level equipment is very sturdy, has strong defensive power, is highly resistant to various types of pollution, and has a boosting effect on psychic defense.
Executor's Gloves.
Rare equipment that can increase the speed at which spiritual energy gathers at your fingertips.
Boots of Bones.
Rare equipment can increase the user's speed.
——
Just used up all the remaining badges.
The warm palace badge was used up in my hand within half a day.
This is much more powerful than the Moonlight Clan.
But after putting on the equipment, Rhodes suddenly felt brand new, and his original melancholy suddenly disappeared.
For the first time, he felt that he was extremely powerful. The blood was boiling in his chest, and the powerful spiritual energy was rushing through his veins, making him want to rush to the battlefield and kill the monsters.
Of course, it's not possible yet, but there is also a special training ground in the palace.
It is at the lowest level, very high-end, with various psychic defense fields and psychic instruments.
Rhodes worked hard in it, and whether it was speed, strength, power, or sustainability, he all rose to a higher level.
Especially the power of the star shuttle. The star shuttle that was fully charged in ten seconds shattered the psychic protection in the training ground, and the psychic generator was overloaded and burned out.
Rod smiled happily.
After passing the ninth level of psychic power, his psychic power has been improved in all aspects. Coupled with the blessing of equipment, he is now different from before.
But the Book of Knowledge was disappointing.
"These equipments have little potential, so just make do with them."
"Also, there are too few souls, not enough to repair the dream!"
The defenders at the training ground were also very angry and fined Rhodes tens of thousands of silver cords.
"You guys, how many times have you told me to be gentle? No one listens!"
Rhodes laughed, took out a hundred thousand silver cord and slapped him in the face.
The defender immediately bowed down, took the money with both hands, and said with a flattering smile: "Uncle, please use your strength!"
Just when Rhodes was sweating like rain, the upper level of the hall.
Operational command room.
First Defense Chief Lin looked at the report in front of him with a solemn expression.
Although the crisis in the Trident River region has been lifted, a large number of soldiers have returned to the front line, greatly reducing the pressure in various places.
But there is another problem that is more disturbing than those——
Doomsday cultists are showing signs of resurgence.
This is what Dalin has always found difficult to understand.
Every time they wiped out all the doomsday cultists, they would reappear.
This seems to have become a spiral, a reincarnation.
Just like now, the doomsday cultists had disappeared, and the remaining remnants had not been wiped out. But in an instant, they became active again, not only infiltrating the front lines of the battle, but even targeting Alan.
Why is this?
Dalin thought for a long time and finally decided.
This is because the leader of the Polluter Sect has not been eliminated and the source of pollution has not disappeared, so pollution will naturally continue.
It develops crazily when you look away, and when you look back, it becomes a climate again.
That's right.
It must be like this.
Dalin clenched his fist.
We must completely eliminate the Defiler Sect and their leader Asa!
——
Royal City.
Shangcheng District.
Castle of the Inquisition.
In the solemn and majestic main hall, under the four shining golden characters "Just Judgment", the traces of the words "Trial of Heretics" are still clearly visible.
It's not that the master architect doesn't want to eliminate these traces, but this is a castle built by ancient giants. It uses some powerful psychic skills and cannot be destroyed, and even modifications cannot be added.
In the hall, Chief Adjudicator Lucian, three Grand Adjudicators, and dozens of other Adjudicators were sitting together.
Guardian Churchill and First Commander Herman sit on the other side.
"...In short, this is what happened. We hope that the Supreme State of Emergency will investigate this matter, and further clean up the doomsday sect hidden deep in the sewers, dig out Asa, the leader of the polluters, and destroy the Book of Destiny.
."
Hermann sat down and ended his speech.
The faces of many chief judges are not very pretty.
During the war, the pressure on the Internal Affairs Adjudication Office was already very high, and the supervision of logistics consumed a lot of their energy.
They believe that it is the relatively empty interior that makes the activities of doomsday cultists show signs of resurgence. A turbulent environment is their favorite. At this time, they will spread uneasy and fearful rumors everywhere, trying to transform into more doomsdays.
Believers, then use their evil methods to gain power.
During this period, every adjudicator is facing tremendous pressure.
In order to avoid the continuous attacks from the Internal Affairs Judgment Office, the core members of the Polluter Cult have entered the deepest level of the sewer.
There are countless horrific pollutions hidden there, as well as monsters that have undergone countless distortions in those pollutions.
It is very difficult to track down doomsday cultists in this environment.
And according to what Herman and Churchill said, the doomsday cultists have already brought their evil plans to the strongest warriors.
If according to this standard, they have one more piece of the highest grade.
Grand Adjudicator Laisha Lanyue said dissatisfiedly: "You have said so much, and the core basis is the intuition of a reserve member?"
Herman said calmly: "He is not only a reserve member of the palace, but also a hero of Trolian, a defender of Star Town, a pioneer, an alternate elder, and the captain of the King's Hand."
Churchill said loudly: "The important thing is the black rice bucket!"
Laisha Lanyue said coldly: "No matter what it is, it is just an illusory intuition!"
A syllable floated out of Churcher's nose: "Old fat woman, do you look down on our intuition?"
Laisha was instantly furious. If Lucian, the chief judge, had not stopped him, she would have jumped over and beat up this reckless man who couldn't spit out ivory from his mouth.
After a moment of silence, Black Bear, another Grand Adjudicator, asked: "Your Excellency Churchill, Your Excellency Herman, do you have any other evidence?"
Facing Old Black Bear, Churchill restrained his attitude and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency Black Bear, if I go by your latest substantial physical evidence, then I don't have it. All my evidence is inference, feeling, and intuition."
Grand Adjudicator Mibol frowned and said: "You are just relying on these perceptions to activate the preparation for the highest situation?"
Churchill looked around, his expression gradually becoming serious.
"I know very well the reasons for your change, and I agree with Wang's intention to build a homeland without terror and suppression, but you must know that the Doomsday Sect will not leave such traces, and Rhodes will not just rely on an illusory illusion.
And give up the original most secure solution."
"What we faced at that time was a life and death crisis. Our success or failure was not only related to our own lives, but also related to the safety of the entire Trident River region. Would he use such a thing as a joke?"
"Even if he is a selfish person, will he joke with his own life?"
The chief adjudicators were silent, except for Lucian, the chief adjudicator, who nodded slightly.
"But."
A chief adjudicator raised another objection.
"Although he has accomplished incredible feats by some means, he is only a newcomer after all, and has not yet passed the precipitation of time and the real test. We believe in Lord Meredith's intuition, believe in Yinyetta's intuition, and believe in yours."
Intuition, but his intuition...do you believe it? Mr. Churchill."
"Letter."
Churchill said briefly, picked up the sledgehammer and stood up.
"Whether you believe it or not, I believe it."
In the deathly silence, the old adjudicator Lucien also spoke.