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James stood up and looked at the sky outside the study, a hint of a mocking smile appearing on his face, "Right at this moment, those guys who believe in gods suddenly popped out and accused those who believe in gods of pursuing power. They have already forgotten the grace of gods when they created humans and the glory of gods. This time, regardless of whether they believed in darkness or light, they had unexpectedly joined together to claim that they had received divine orders. The fighters were heretic abandoned by the gods and should be judged. Thus, the purge of the human race began.

The previously trembling humans revealed malevolent smiles as they raised their butchered sabers at the warriors who had given up everything to protect them! Fighters were a minority after all. They were quickly wiped out during the massacre, and the remaining people all fled from the human race, struggling to survive. The Holy See and the temple seized the opportunity to gather their followers and burn the ancient texts of the Dou Zhe, nailing them to the shame of their sins. Isn't it funny? "

Hobbes was completely stunned. This piece of ancient secret was told by James in a normal tone, but he could still hear the unwillingness and resentment in the story, the hatred towards the deities, and the helplessness and accusation against the betrayal of his compatriots.

James seemed to be talking crazy as he continued, "Dou Zhe, what a group of cute and pitiful people! How could the gods tolerate the existence of a group of people who did not believe in gods, but only in their own dangerous factors? It was reasonable for him to be killed. However, humans are contradictory creatures. There are those who believe in God, and naturally, there are those who look down on God. The viscount raised his head and looked up at the ceiling. His gaze was like a sword that seemed to pierce through everything until it reached the highest point in the sky, wantonly patrolling the domain of the gods!

After a long while, the viscount looked back at Hobbs and said, "The fact that Werther trained in a battle skill manual must not be spread out." "Oh right, how is your training in dark magic progressing?" Hobbes said, "Lord, you've given me a great deal of inspiration for the < Explanation of Darkness Magic >. I've just barely reached the level of a magic scholar." James said with a faint smile, "Magic scholar? He is still far from that Grand Magus Saint teacher of yours. "Werther is about to go to school. In the future, you don't have to follow him, I'll send other people and you can stay at home and practice magic properly. Even if your teacher comes, you'll have the strength to protect yourself.

Hobbs said, "My lord, please let me protect the young master. After all, I have followed the young master for a few years …" The viscount waved his hand and said, "The aura of the undead on your body is too strong. Although I gave you the alchemy tools to hide it, but you will still be exposed when you meet an expert from the Church. If you stay in the viscount residence, as long as the Pope does not personally come, no one can touch you. It's settled then. I'll send someone else over to Werther's place. You can focus on your cultivation. " Hobbes had no choice but to say yes.

"This is the Imperial Military Academy." With a few books in his hand, Werther stood in front of the gate of the Imperial Military Academy. In front of him was a huge statue, depicting a warrior clad in iron armor who had won the war against horses. He looked at the inscriptions below and knew that this soldier was the founder of the entire Kreen Empire, Emperor Kreen I.

There were a total of seven emperors who had been in the kingdom for less than two hundred years. These seven emperors were all powerful figures in the army, and almost all of them were high-ranked warriors. These seven emperors were all powerful people in the army, and almost all of them were high-ranked warriors. Therefore, the outside world also secretly gave Emperor Klein the title of "Madman Emperor, Savage Emperor".

The Imperial Military Academy was created by the royal family. Currently, the grand duke Rhonorable Rhonda acted as the principal, specifically helping the army train qualified generals and military personnel. It was one of the few schools in the empire that was open to both nobles and commoners. Ordinary nobles would be able to enroll as long as they passed the examinations, while commoners would have a higher chance of entering the academy. These students were all descendants of soldiers who had died on the battlefield over the years. Although they had the status of commoners, as long as they found talent in military matters, they would be able to enter the academy without any tests. This kind of encouraging system could also be considered an innovation, one that was very popular among the soldiers on the frontlines. After all, those who could enter the military academy, after graduation, would be promoted to the position of a joint captain at the very least. As long as they accumulated military merits to a certain extent, they could be conferred the title of nobility, which could be said to be a golden path, as well as a shortcut for commoners to becoming nobility.

The reason why Vet chose this academy was because he didn't want to go to a purely noble school to see the expression of those self-proclaimed high-ranking nobles. Here, iron-blooded soldiers' ways were exactly the kind of experience Werther wanted to experience. He first went to the Institute's office to complete the registration procedures. This time, Hobbes did not follow him. His father told him that Hobbes would stay at the manor to cultivate, and that he would be escorted by someone else. Werther didn't have any objections. After all, the identity of a Necromancer was very sensitive. After completing the formalities, he received a schedule from the military academy. Magical qi courses were also given out in the academy, but the academy seemed to have found out about Werther's title as the shame of the Empire's aristocrats and specially deleted all the classes on magic and combat power. The rest were courses on military theory and history.

Right now, he was wholeheartedly focused on his cultivation and entering the school was just a formality, a barrier to the public's words. He had the unparalleled cultivation method, and in less than three years, he had broken through to the Small Circle, completing a foundation that ordinary people would find difficult to complete in their entire lives. It was inextricably linked to his long and arduous cultivation. Moreover, he didn't know why there were so many traces of Upper Sky Qi in his body. Moreover, it was extremely pure, causing him to be able to achieve twice the results with half the effort.

Werther held the school schedule and went around the school in a bored manner, looking for a classroom to attend. Originally, the military academy was managed militarily, and all students had to stay in the dorms. However, James did not know what method he used to get the academy to allow Werther to return to the viscount residence to rest at night and come back during the day. Werther was very satisfied with this arrangement. After all, cultivating in his own home was much safer than outside, as he was his father after all. If there was any strange phenomenon, he could explain it and make a breakthrough.

As Werther was walking, a voice behind him said, "Are you that Roland trash?" His tone was impolite, but it also contained a hint of mockery. Werther turned around slowly and saw a boy a little taller than him looking at him with a face full of arrogance. Behind him stood two boys, both dressed as nobles, their faces full of pride. Werther was a little displeased as well. "I'm Vittorian, who are you?

The leader laughed and turned around to his comrades, "He asked who I am! "Haha!" He said fiercely to Werther, "You piece of trash, you can't even sense magic dou qi. You've completely lost face for the aristocrats in the capital!" You still want to enter the military academy to study? Hmph hmph, I saw it, but I can't do that. Before I get angry, get out of here! "

Werther remained unmoved. "Who are you?" A boy walked up from behind him and laughed, "Don't tell me this little trash is scared silly? Who are we! Trash, let me tell you, this is His Excellency Baron Henry Bolt, grandson of Grand Duke Philip Bolt, the Imperial Left Premier. "I am Colby, son of General Nathan from the Military Department of the Empire. Durk, son of Quincy, the Military General of the Empire." Henry Bolt snorted. "Little bumpkin, didn't you hear me? "You actually dared to show off at the Military Academy, relying on the ability of your father. Get out of here right now!"

Werther narrowed his eyes. A few clowns were not worth paying attention to. However, the grandson of the Empire's Minister of the Left was actually close to the son of the Minister of War. From the looks of it, he wasn't afraid. Aren't you afraid of arousing the Emperor's suspicion? As he thought about it, he calmly took a step back and said slowly, "I'm just here to attend school and I'm not in your way. You're all noble sons, do you still want to make a move against a 'cripple' like me?"

Henry laughed. "Oh? He submitted? What a coward! To tell you the truth! It's not you getting in the way, it's your old man getting in the way! Stop talking nonsense and get out of here. You are not allowed to appear in the military academy again in the future, or else I will cripple you! Get lost! " Durk, who was beside him, suddenly reached out his hand to push him.

Werther frowned again, slightly to the side. Durk's hand missed, and his mind raced, "Father is in their way? The Minister of the Left had an only son. He was said to be a high-ranking military officer, but he had always been suppressed by the Minister of the Army and could not rise up. He was now just a deputy general guarding the northern border all year. Wait, the north? "I know. It must be a conflict over military merits between me and my father. Hmm, it seems that the assassination attempt on my way to the capital is related to the Zuo family."

After a brief analysis, he had an epiphany as to what had happened after that. Should I make a move? "Although I am a 'waste of magic martial arts', this does not prevent me from learning battle skills. This world also has the essence of techniques, it is not impossible to feign to teach this group of brats a lesson." "Her eyes rolled a few times, and her palms unconsciously clenched into fists, ready for a fight.