Furan reformulated a bottle of orange potion, and this time, the quality reached the perfect level.
"Drink it; this is the dragon transformation potion."
Furan handed the bowl of potion to Weilin Te. This time, she had deliberately controlled the dosage, making only enough for Weilin Te alone.
Weilin Te took it and downed it in one gulp. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, they had become vertical pupils, also red in color.
Scales appeared over large areas of her neck and arms, and a pair of horns grew from her head.
Fortunately, her hands did not turn into claws; otherwise, she wouldn't have known how to wield her weapons.
Weilin Te looked at Furan. Seeing that she had no intention of drinking the potion, she asked curiously,
"Aren't you going to drink the dragon transformation potion?"
Furan explained,
"No need. I can handle those enemies as I am now; I don't need to drink this."
Weilin Te felt it was a bit strange. With Furan's physical constitution, drinking the dragon transformation potion would definitely be an enhancement. Why wouldn't she drink it?
However, considering the combat power Furan had previously displayed, whether she drank it or not didn't seem to affect her ability to defeat the enemies.
"Now, let's talk about the goal of this trial."
Furan placed her hands on the table and tapped it lightly as she spoke.
Weilin Te's expression became much more solemn. She straightened her posture and faced Furan directly.
"First of all, whether those priests are our enemies or friends is a very important question."
Weilin Te nodded. This was indeed a question they had to clarify now.
Although they had stolen the divine water, which might have caused their reputation with the priest faction in Monsa City to drop to negative values,
Nothing was absolute. First, those Guard had inexplicably tried to arrest them, and no matter how Furan explained, they refused to talk reasonably.
And in order to strengthen Spirit Realm Rangers like Weilin Te so she wouldn't be unable to fight even a common soldier, Furan had also become interested in the dragon transformation potion, which led her to steal the materials for the divine water.
But despite everything both sides had done, was it possible that both actually wanted to'save' Monsa City, and there were just some issues with the decision-making?
Forces beyond their control forced them to fight, but in reality, this trial might require these Spirit Realm Rangers to unite with the priests of Monsa City to overcome the difficulties.
"Also, we still don't know what the disaster in seven days is, when it will happen, or what will cause it."
Weilin Te added, her expression growing increasingly grim.
Nearly a day had passed since they arrived at this trial, yet they still hadn't found any sign of the disaster.
Logically speaking, shouldn't there be some kind of prophecy or omen when a disaster is coming?
Like rumors spreading through Monsa City about what would happen in a few days, or the High Priest disregarding human life and arresting people to refine something.
But as it turned out, they hadn't found any such news all day. In fact, except for those in the 'The Place Abandoned by Gods,' the other residents of Monsa City were very supportive of the priests.
The fact that residents would occasionally be bold enough to step forward and block them while the Guard were in pursuit was evidence of this.
"Una, come in for a moment."
Furan called to Una, who was standing outside, and asked,
"Let me ask you a question. In the past, did Monsa City arrest outsiders immediately without asking any questions?"
"No. I remember when I was a child, those priests would treat outsiders with courtesy and even put up decorations in the streets."
Hearing Una's answer, Furan became thoughtful. She glanced at the tattered book she had placed on the table and asked Una another question.
"Does the god worshipped by the people of Monsa have another name? Or do you just call them 'God'?" "No, we only refer to them as the Deity."
"Very well. Una, stay and listen with us." Saying this, Furan turned to look at Weilin Te and tapped the table.
"I can't confirm if those priests will be our friends, but I don't want to confirm it anymore."
"Those priests attacked us Spirit Realm Rangers earlier; I believe there must be something wrong with them."
"And the time we have is too short. Today is already over. There doesn't seem to be any room for us to gather clear intelligence and then try to sort out our relationship with those priests."
"What do you want to do?" Weilin Te frowned, a hint of unease on her face. She also knew that if things continued like this, it would be very difficult to pass this trial.
Beside them, upon hearing these words, Una seemed to know that Furan was about to say something she was looking forward to. Her face was filled with a smile, revealing a few sharp fangs.
Furan blinked, tapped the table again, and began to lay out the plan.
"We need to finish these things within two days, leaving enough time for us to deal with the disaster..."
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Alant checked his team one last time.
Each person was surrounded by a faint red mist, a characteristic of having drunk the dragon blood enhancer.
Every person's weapon was coated with a layer of red film. Bubbles would occasionally rise to its surface, and a wave of heat could be felt when getting close.
"Let's go. We'll ask those priests directly what will happen in seven days."
One Spirit Realm Ranger, who had been heavily injured, found that although moving was still a bit inconvenient after taking the dragon blood enhancer, he felt as if his body was pushing him forward, making walking very easy.
"That's right. These spirit world creatures actually dared to rely on dragon blood to attack us. It's time to let them know how we came to this Spirit World Trial."
Alant's team was ready. They intended to attack the priests directly to get information about the upcoming disaster from their mouths.
After all, they were very unhappy about being completely crushed by these natives on the first day.
They were here to'save' Monsa City, so how could they be chased and beaten for a whole day by the very people they were supposed to save, barely able to fight back?
Alant was the one who had made this proposal. He looked at the tall buildings on the hillside; that was where the priests lived.
He also realized that they had completely wasted the first day on meaningless things, purely fighting with these natives.
This made him feel a sense of urgency. In order to quickly find out what the disaster was, he could only take a risk; otherwise, there were simply no other clues.
As their group walked up the stairs, they were spotted by Luca from above. He immediately called the Guard Team to attack these outsiders.
Only this time, the situation was different. By the time High Priest Angmar arrived at the scene, Alant's group had already reached the entrance of the priests' residential area.
Luca looked as if he had been soaked in blood, his original appearance unrecognizable. Nearby were many severed limbs from the Guard Team, and the scene was filled with constant wailing.
The group looked at Angmar as if they were seeing gold.
"I heard this one is the High Priest; he must know many secrets."
"Yes, let's attack together. Try to capture him alive; don't kill him."
Angmar's eyes flickered, transforming into vertical pupils that emitted a black light. His aura was so overwhelming that everyone found it hard to breathe.
"Rank One!" Alant said in a trembling, despairing voice.
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