The Voice of Dawn sailed across the boundless sea.
It became a lone, small boat on this boundless ocean.
It sailed slowly, leaving a trail of white water.
Even on board, it seemed utterly silent.
In the treetops that formed the ship's roof, besides the shimmering, multicolored crystals, only the incarnation of the Voice of Dawn danced and sang quietly.
And beneath the great tree stood a group of puppet girls.
Interestingly, most of these puppet girls were resting, even in the bright sunshine.
The branches and leaves of the treetops formed parasols over the puppet girls' heads, ensuring a comfortable sleep.
And at the top of the tree.
In the observation room atop the tree.
Aside from Alka, there was no one else outside the ship.
Suddenly.
A fissure opened on the deck, leading to a space, and a figure emerged. It was Juanlu, who had come to relieve Alkar.
A hint of murderous intent and a lingering excitement still lingered on his face.
However, after emerging, he frowned slightly and shook his head, suggesting he was not in a good mental state.
After emerging, he took a deep breath, facing the sea breeze, before calming himself.
A branch bound him and carried him to the observation room on the top.
Alkar then stood at the observation room door, looked at Juanlu and said with a smile.
"How is it?"
"I'm exhausted. I'm here to relieve you and rest for a while."
Hearing this, Alkar nodded with a smile and jumped off the boat. A crack opened on the deck, and he fell directly into the small world. The location they appeared in the small world was where the six Trial Towers stood.
At this moment, the Trial Towers and the vast area surrounding them resembled a virtual battlefield.
Under Alka's unique control and manipulation of the world, coupled with the cooperation of the Trial Towers, they had constructed an extremely large memory training ground around the Trial Towers.
The scene playing in this field was still the same one they had witnessed before: the most brutal and powerful war that Naphtos had ever experienced.
For the time being, no one's memories could match this scene.
So, naturally, all their training was focused on this battlefield.
A battlefield where lives are not lost is naturally the most challenging.
At this moment, since there were only six Trial Towers in the battlefield, and memory training had only just begun, it could only support two people at most.
As Alka entered, he saw the bodies of Sofia and Lusilia disappear and reappear outside.
This meant that the two had died during training and needed a short rest before continuing.
This time was enough for the others to complete a round of training.
Simply put, if someone dies in the memory training ground, the time it takes to recover varies from person to person, depending on the severity of the death and their mental strength.
For people like Sofia and Lusilia, it takes about four to five hours.
One must also maintain a high mental state, so generally speaking, they can only die twice in the memory training ground per day.
This is the most balanced level, and the best they've achieved recently. Exceeding this training limit will significantly reduce the effectiveness of subsequent training, making it counterproductive.
Also, the mental pain will be felt, rendering the training meaningless.
Arka approached the two, looked at them, and asked with a smile, "How long did you last this time?"
"Half an hour," Sofia said helplessly.
Lucilia was even more helpless, saying dejectedly beside her, "I was really unlucky this time. As soon as I entered, I encountered a being that could restrain me. I only lived for five minutes."
Hearing that Lusilia had only lived for five minutes, Arka looked at her with some surprise.
You should know that the record holder among them, besides Arka, was Lusilia.
Due to the state of Lusilia's soul and her abilities, she was able to handle most situations with ease, and it was extremely difficult to find a being that could restrain her.
This also led to her surviving the longest on the battlefield, at her peak, she survived for over an hour.
But this time, she was so unlucky that she only lived for five minutes.
"Who restrained you? How?" Arka couldn't help but ask curiously.
The fact that Lucilia was restrained meant her enemy was a being that targeted souls.
The memory scene at this moment reappeared at the initial standoff between the two sides.
Lucililia pointed at a being across from her.
Arka looked over.
It was a figure dressed in tattered, dark green robes, holding a scythe, its limbs stretched out like withered bones, resembling the image of the Grim Reaper.
"That's it. I'm not sure if it's human."
At this moment, Naphtos suddenly appeared before them.
He said, looking at the being Lucilia was pointing at.
"He's the Reaper, a follower of the God of Death. He was so close to becoming a god, he was once just a mortal.
I think he died in this battle, and it seems he died before me."
Because the six Trial Towers are clustered together, Naphtos seems to be able to emerge from time to time, leading him to enjoy wandering around and chatting with everyone.
I don't know if it's because he's been cooped up in the Trial Temple for too long. Logically, it shouldn't be, after all, there are so many instructors there.
"Reaper?" Lucilia was slightly surprised at the name.
Because both he and Alka and the others had heard it before.
Back then, he was the God of the Newborn, and he'd called him that when he looked at Lucilia's greatsword.
Lucilia couldn't help but glance at the cursed sword in her hand. "So, the divine essence of this weapon is composed of this being?"
Thinking that way, it was perfectly natural to restrain Lucilia.
The cursed sword's primary ability was soul severing.
"Really?" Naphtos was a little surprised. He hadn't expected such a coincidence.
But he still said, "That's not surprising. After all, both sides in this battle lost numerous demigods, divine beings, and even gods.
Thinking that way, it's not impossible that many scepter-level treasures could be found here."
Lucililia looked at the blade in her hand, then at the powerful figure who resembled the Grim Reaper.
"It seems I need to learn from him."
In such a situation.
Sparring is the best teacher.
Remember that the blade in her hand was once the instinct of the Reaper before her. She would surely learn the most suitable techniques.
Furthermore, he wasn't born a god; he was a powerful being who had risen from a mortal to this point step by step, making him even more worthy of learning.
"Oh, your companions are about to begin again," Naphtos said.
Alka and the others looked over.
The two people entering the memory training this time were Pororo and Jason.
Generally, Jason and Ululius would enter the training together.
However, there were also cases where the two would enter the training separately and fight.
After all, it was training time now.
And it was also to prepare for the scenario of fighting alone later.
"Jason, you can't kill me without Ululius," Pororo said with a grin that revealed his sharp teeth.
Hearing this, Jason raised an eyebrow. "Not necessarily. Maybe I'm even more powerful now?"
"Then let's have a duel. Let's see who kills more enemies, who survives longer."
"Come!"
With a cry, the two opposing forces collided once again.
The same scene had played out countless times before them.
Each time, they chose a different location to confront their enemies, and naturally, the foes they encountered were also different.
From the outset of the battle, neither of them showed any restraint or held back, unleashing their full might.
Because in a battlefield like this, you must unleash your full might from the start. This was their recent experience, otherwise you would be instantly slain by the enemy's powerful attack.
Pororo instantly transformed into an armored monster, his tail hammer instantly transforming into his weapon.
Furious lightning, engulfed in annihilation, twisted and turned around him, a storm gathering around him. Soon, a target appeared.
‐‐This time, it was a monster of equal size, even larger than Pororo. Clad in a thick shell, it resembled a giant dragon turtle from ancient times.
‐‐Two warlike beasts clashed directly on the battlefield.
‐‐Each side's attacks grazed the other's ears and sides.
‐‐While attacking each other, they also had to dodge attacks from both enemies and allies.
‐‐The chaos of the battlefield was unmistakable.
‐‐A figure flashed by.
‐‐Before Pororo could fully see the figure, the enemy in front of him was split in half from head to back by a single blow.
‐‐The enemy died instantly, and Pororo didn't even know who had done it.
‐‐All he could see was a passing figure.
‐‐He had no choice but to abandon the corpse and search for another enemy.
This was a common occurrence on the battlefield.
However, this time, perhaps it was due to sheer bad luck.
After taking just two steps, he was surrounded by two enemies, and within five minutes, his arm was severed.
These two men were definitely the type to work closely together, likely the kind who frequently fought together.
They were immediately at a significant disadvantage.
Although not every combatant on either side had reached Stage 7 or higher, in this battle, Alka, despite countless training sessions, had never seen anyone with strength below Stage 5.
In other words, even Stage 5 warriors were mere cannon fodder in this battle.
The number of Stage 7 and 8 warriors was even greater, countless.
Thus, even surviving for long in this war was somewhat difficult.
It was a glimpse into the golden age.
Jason, on the other hand, was even more unlucky.
Without Urulius's fusion and assistance, he immediately lost a significant advantage.
He immediately used the power of sharing to forcibly plunder the enemy, stealing some strength, making his current physical strength exceptionally strong.
This was also something Alka and the others had discovered.
In the Golden Age, the physical strength of almost all beings was significantly higher than their current average.
Although Jason relied on long-range attacks to constantly harass and kill from a distance, beings like him were generally the enemy's primary target.
A massive spear fell from the sky.
It plummeted straight down.
The massive spear was even larger than Jason's body.
This time, Alka saw it.
The one who hurled the fiery spear was a god from the horizon.
Behind him was a halo like the blazing sun.
The spear fell instantly, and Jason was clearly not the primary target.
The moment it fell, the area several hundred meters around the impact point was immediately engulfed in raging flames.
When the flames dissipated,
Jason had long since been reduced to a corpse and ash, appearing outside the memory training area, clearly caught in the enemy god's large-scale attack.
Simon glanced at the hourglass in his hand.
"Congratulations, you survived 21 minutes and 31 seconds this time."
Hearing this result, Jason curled his lips.
Another ten minutes later, Pororo was killed by the enemy on the battlefield. His death was extremely tragic, with both arms and his waist and abdomen completely missing.
"What a shameless act! These guys are actually 3 against 1. Why is there no one on our side to help me?"
Pororo roared in frustration as he emerged.
Upon hearing this, Jason, who had been resting nearby and watching him fight, glanced at him and said silently.
"You rushed too fast. Even if there were friendly forces nearby who wanted to help you, you wouldn't have been able to see them. It's your fault for not paying attention."
Hearing this, Pororo stopped shouting and sat quietly, recovering his composure.
Because he hadn't been as decisive as Jason this time, he'd been mentally drained and his mind was still a little hazy.
"My turn," Alka smiled, entering the battlefield of his memories.
Simon followed closely behind.
This time, Alka immediately assigned himself a position.
"Woo-woo!"
The horn blew.
Amidst the roars, the two sides clashed once more.
Because this was a memory training exercise, Alka came up and directly absorbed the power from his dreams.
Almost reaching the eighth stage of perfection, on the verge of breaking through to the ninth, his strength was instantly infused into his body.
Instantly, he became a powerful presence on the battlefield.
Six elemental cards appeared undisguised around him, swirling and interlocking.
The enemy position began to shake violently, the ground trembled, the earth cracked, and lava gushed out from beneath the raging fire.
A meteor carrying lava from the sky fell into the enemy camp.
Alka launched a large-scale, reckless attack.
Instantly, he attracted the enemy's attention.
Instantly, two powerful beings suddenly rushed in front of Alka, their speed so fast that it was almost instantaneous.
More enemies were stopped by his teammates, but Alka didn't recognize them.
The enemy's attack was stealthy and swift. Before Alka could react, his body shattered into pieces of shattered mirrors and dissipated.
Then, Alka grasped an elemental blade and stabbed it into the back of one of the enemies.
As if suddenly appearing, Alka appeared behind the enemy.
The enemy instantly vanished from the spot.
This was also a means of quickly escaping the battlefield; otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed to Alka's face and killed him so quickly.
But the energy from the elemental blade in his back began to rapidly flow into the enemy's body through the wound. Just as he was a short distance away, the enemy exploded like a bomb.
The chaotic elements actually helped Alka, forming an elemental storm around him, disrupting the attacks of the surrounding enemies and wiping out their remaining manpower.
The crowd outside watched Alka fight.
"That move is really shady," Jason couldn't help but exclaim.
Generally speaking, Alka would choose two strategies when fighting inside.
One is to launch a large-scale attack right at the start, drawing the enemy's powerful forces to kill him.
Then, using his own body, a false dream incarnation, allowing him to escape a single death, he could eliminate one of the enemies.
This tactic was always effective.
Unless the enemy possessed similar tactics, they would be eliminated.
Alternatively, Alka would keep a low profile, using dreams and mirror power to drop various elemental bombs hidden within the enemy's ranks before unleashing a sudden burst of power.
Alka constantly unleashed a wide variety of skills in this battle.
He used this place as a testing ground for his elemental abilities, to see which elemental attack combinations would inflict the greatest damage and address the most situations.
Because the enemies here possessed a wide variety of abilities.
Add to that Alka's eyes.
It allowed him to see through many enemies' weaknesses, understand the problems with abilities he'd never encountered before, and find ways to counter them.
Overall, this battle was of immense benefit to Alka.
However, this time, Alka seemed to have angered a certain god.
He had only been arrogant for 20 minutes.
A shadowy god appeared behind him and, before Alka could react, swallowed his head into the shadows.
Then, there was the soul-killing maneuver, but because it was only a memory, the soul-killing maneuver, while executed, had no effect on the already dead Alka.
Alka was eliminated due to death and appeared outside.
"Why is it this guy again?" The familiar feeling of death made Alka touch his neck.
Every time he chose the first option, starting with a large-scale destruction, the chance of being killed by this god was around 20%.
That means he'll be targeted two out of ten times.
It seems this god loathes those who act so arrogantly on the battlefield, and once Alka gets going, he becomes a dazzling presence.
He's taking care of her alone.
I'll have to think of a way to deal with it next time.
Alka thought silently.
However, the other party is a god after all, so facing such a death, Alka isn't discouraged at all.
Then he watched Simon fight inside.