Summit Farmer-Chapter 2126 - 2124: Holy Demise

Boom!

Peter Brown suddenly felt a massive sensation of shock, followed by a clear sense of the demonic energy around him intensifying.

What’s going on?

This change caught Peter Brown by surprise as well.

When he left the house, Peter quickly arrived at a vast training ground.

Many magic apprentices had already gathered here.

"It’s not good, a Saint has fallen!"

"Really, a Saint Fallen?"

"Certainly, it was the dispersal of energy following a Holy Demise; normally, when an Archsaint falls, the demonic energy they’ve obtained is released."

"No way, we have six Archwizards, could one have really fallen?"

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Fear was evident on everyone’s faces. The fall of a Saint is no small matter; it signifies that some aspect of our world has lost its defense. The Saints guard in all directions, which is common knowledge. It’s precisely because the Saints protect us that this realm has remained peaceful. Now, suddenly, a Saint has fallen, and it’s possible that an external world might invade that unguarded place, which is indeed no trivial matter. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

After listening to the discussions among everyone, and reviewing the knowledge he had acquired, Peter Brown managed to clarify the situation.

The Magic World has six Archsaints guarding the northeast, northwest, southeast, southwest, above, and below. Now, suddenly, a Saint has fallen, and it remains unknown who from which direction is invading. If that’s the case, the Magic World might struggle to withstand the attack.

Clang...

The school bell rang at this moment, followed by an even larger crowd gathering at the square.

Peter Brown saw his class and walked over.

Seeing that Peter Brown had finally appeared, everyone’s eyes turned to him. He was a special individual, rarely seen in class, and the students in the class didn’t wish to interact with him much.

After standing there for a short while, the Principal and others had already arrived.

Now Peter Brown also realized that the Principal was actually a Quasi Saint, his expression extremely grave as he stood there and spoke loudly: "A Saint has fallen, this is known to all. I don’t wish to elaborate too much. I’m here to report the situation. Our western territory was suddenly attacked by the Battle Energy World. They utilized two Saints to launch a sneak attack on our Archsaint, resulting in the fall of one of our Saints."

Although everyone was aware of the situation, when faced with such an outcome, the expression on each person’s face changed.

The Principal spoke loudly again: "Although a Saint has fallen, there is no need for excessive worry. Our Magic World also has friendly worlds that can assist. There is a Saint who can reinforce the west, so the Battle Energy World will not attack so easily. Besides, a large number of our Quasi Saints have already started moving towards the west. With a Saint Fallen, the holy fate remains, and naturally, there will be a new Saint rising."

It was only then that the students remembered this point; indeed, when a Saint falls, a new one must rise in that direction. Naturally, this turned into an opportunity for all Quasi Saints.

As Peter Brown looked towards the Principal, he indeed noticed the glowing eyes of the Principal and thought to himself that all Quasi Saints were probably heading west, aiming for Becoming a Saint. With such prospects, what did risks account for?

Sure enough, the Principal spoke loudly: "I shall lead a team of students to the west to participate in the battle. Faced with the people from the Battle Energy World, we must resolutely drive them back!"

After the Principal finished speaking, the crowd buzzed with excitement.

Soon the teachers were called for a meeting.

Before the meeting, Peter Brown and his classmates were asked to stay in the classroom and wait for further orders.

Once in the classroom, the students immediately became noisy.

"Are we going to the frontline?" someone asked.

"We are an Elite Class, it’s said that students from the Elite Class might go."

"But I’m just a Magic Apprentice!"

While everyone was discussing, the homeroom teacher walked in with a serious expression.

This was a middle-aged Magic Instructor, his gaze sweeping over everyone’s faces.

"Everyone, according to the school’s requirements, five students from our Elite Class will be selected to go to the frontline. You must know, the west, post a Saint’s fall, is where the magic is richest. The opportunities for growth in such a place are greater. There are risks, but there are also opportunities. We must recommend our strongest students to go, so now, it’s time for everyone to nominate who will go."

Nominating someone to go?

Upon hearing this, Peter Brown knew there was a catch, and sure enough, he saw that everyone’s eyes were on him.

"Jackson Wood."

"Right, Jackson Wood definitely counts as one."

"He’s so amazing, he’ll surely have great development in the west."

"I nominate him, too."

Without any surprise, Peter Brown was the first to be chosen to go to the west.

The teacher smiled and looked towards Peter Brown: "It seems the consensus is clear. Jackson Wood, what do you think?"

Peter Brown was truly speechless; it seemed this event had already been orchestrated by some, with the goal of sending him to the west as cannon fodder.

Looking at the situation and the particular expressions of many students, Peter Brown said, "Teacher, since entering the school, I’ve been in closed-door cultivation, and I am not altogether clear on many pieces of knowledge. I only have one request, which is to allow me entry to the intermediary and advanced Book Storage Rooms to study, at the very least to find one or two impressive magic techniques."

Hearing that Peter Brown did not object, the teacher also secretly relieved a sigh of relief. Just a moment ago, the Vice Principal had hinted to him that it was essential to get Jackson Wood on the battlefield to the west, of course, without his Family opposing it.

Now seeing that Jackson Wood only made such a request, he thought that even if Jackson Wood studied now, he wouldn’t learn much, and thus he smiled: "This is entirely possible, I’ll upgrade your student card, and you can proceed directly into the intermediary and advanced Collection of Books to look for yourself. After all, students from the Elite Class hold such privileges."

After his student card was upgraded, Peter Brown heaved a sigh of relief; this way, he could come to understand more about magic knowledge.

After more deliberation in class, Peter Brown noticed that the other four chosen individuals were all grassroots with no significant background or cultivation.

Seeing the drastic change in their expressions, Peter Brown could only inwardly shake his head, guessing that none of these four would likely return alive.

It was clear to everyone that going to the chaotic battlefield in the west with their modest cultivation was akin to courting death. Finally, Jackson Wood, the most disliked in class, was being sent away, and everyone’s faces were brimming with joy.

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