Heroes' Prison

Chapter 909 - 858 Wrong Behavior

If Gibit can’t withstand demonization, the consequences would be unimaginable! Georgia is currently in an extremely weakened state and cannot move due to maintaining the formation. The King of Hell controlling Gibit could inflict a devastating blow to Georgia almost immediately!

If Gibit withstands demonization, then Huang Yi and Georgia will gain a super master on their side, and this confrontation could very likely end in victory because of Gibit!

Gibit is a critical figure and has the power to decide success or failure!

At this moment, Huang Yi cannot afford to wait for the outcome. If Gibit wakes up, there will be no room left for decision.

Yet none of Huang Yi’s capabilities can be utilized! Judgment, Eye of Time, Dark Seal... all these powers are ineffective against Gibit. Because Gibit absorbed the Dragon Emperor Heavenly Stone, transforming into the Body of the Dragon Emperor, he permanently possesses Magic Immunity and immunity to special abilities.

Judgment is ineffective!

Eye of Time is ineffective!

Dark Seal is ineffective!

Huang Yi has never felt so helpless as he does now. He stared intently at Gibit, at the writhing black mist slowly consuming the pain-ridden face, devouring it inch by inch.

In his heart, he didn’t want to kill Gibit. Gibit had been brought here by Huang Yi from far away, and he had cared for the child all the way. He couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy for Gibit’s tragic fate.

Moreover, from the perspective of the trial, killing this key figure might lead to the failure of the trial.

Huang Yi had already spent a great deal of time on this trial. If it failed, all of his prior efforts would be wasted, and he would need to start a new trial from scratch. All the effort would amount to nothing.

And there’s only one last piece of Heroic Aura left, which is very likely to fall into the hands of another competitor.

By then, Huang Yi would have no opportunity left, and the precious Hero’s Command would rot in his hands for nothing.

In the dark wooden house, Huang Yi gripped the Bloodstained War Halberd tightly and stood by Gibit’s side, his mind tortured with hesitation!

Outside, in the sky, endless Demon Clouds churned violently, shrouding heaven and earth in dark gloom!

Georgia was devoting all his effort to sustain the Gathering Heaven Array, hastening the purification process of the Divine Artifact!

The King of Hell’s haunting, demonic voice echoed endlessly, filling everyone’s ears with pain and torment.

Gibit struggled persistently, the demonized portions of his body expanding. Even the last remaining normal part, his right cheek, began to suffer the invasion of Demonic Aura. It was as if stained by ink, slowly spreading and permeating.

All these things were happening simultaneously!

"Save... save me!" Gibit cried out desperately amid his struggles, his childish voice pleading for help, tugging at one’s heartstrings.

Huang Yi clenched the Bloodstained War Halberd, his veins bulging, and sweat seeped from his palms!

"I am the King of Hell... I am Gibit... I can withstand this... I will have revenge..." Gibit began muttering incoherent words. At times, the deep voice of the King of Hell resonated, and at others, Gibit’s immature tone emerged, sometimes interwoven, creating an eerie mixture!

Finally, Huang Yi took a deep breath, determination flashing in his eyes!

In the next instant, he swung the Bloodstained War Halberd in hand, aiming at Gibit’s neck!

"Thud!" Gibit’s head was instantly severed, flying off the cot, spraying a torrent of black blood everywhere, staining the cot red, a horrifying sight.

Gibit’s head rolled a few times on the floor, eventually stopping at Huang Yi’s feet.

His eyes remained open, staring fixedly at Huang Yi, yet no sound came from them anymore.

"I’m sorry, Gibit," Huang Yi muttered gravely as he looked down at Gibit’s head by his feet.

From his Bloodstained War Halberd, droplets of blood fell one by one onto the ground, making an audible "drip" in the silence of the room.

His bowed stance made him look like a cold-blooded Headsman who kills without remorse.

In the end, Huang Yi still chose to kill Gibit—even though he had painstakingly escorted Gibit here!

Sometimes, for the greater good, it’s better to kill all wrongly than to miss even one!

Sometimes, to prevent disasters from occurring, one must smother dangerous possibilities in the cradle!

Huang Yi wasn’t sure if what he did was right or wrong!

Perhaps Gibit could have ultimately withstood the demonization process, awakening normally to help him repel the King of Hell.

Perhaps Gibit would have become fully demonized, and Huang Yi’s preemptive action was indeed stopping a threat in its infancy.

In the next moment, the system provided the answer—

"[System Prompt]: Your action was wrong."

Huang Yi sighed inwardly!

His decision, ultimately, was wrong!

No matter what his considerations were, as long as Gibit hadn’t been completely demonized, he was still an innocent—and Huang Yi killed an innocent.

Soon, Huang Yi felt the world spin around him as the illusory secret realm began fading away. It was nothing but a fleeting illusion, not truly existing.

A violent force pulled him, forcefully teleporting him out.

Huang Yi appeared in the room within the Hero Hall. On the floor was still the complex Magic Circle, where five Holy Crystal Stones had already been exhausted, turning to ashes.

"After being in The Second World for so long, this is my first experience of failure," Huang Yi remarked as he looked at the Magic Circle, shaking his head with a light sigh.

"Squeak~" Just then, the door to the room opened, and a mentor stepped inside.

He glanced at Huang Yi and said, "You just finished the Hero Trial, didn’t you? Another competitor has also just completed their trial. Both of you are coming with me to meet the vice-principal."

"Oh?" Huang Yi’s eyes twitched, and he immediately asked, "How did the other person’s trial go?"

If the other person had also failed, then he still had a chance to compete. Both could start anew together.

The mentor looked at Huang Yi and shook his head. "He acted correctly three times, but your last action was incorrect. Both of your trials have concluded. Come with me to the vice-principal; the last piece of Heroic Aura remains, and starting a new trial won’t help you anymore."

Huang Yi’s last glimmer of hope was instantly extinguished. He shook his head slightly and followed the mentor out.

After leaving the room, Huang Yi saw another door open, and someone else stepped out.

This person was dressed entirely in a black robe, wearing a hood that obscured half his face, leaving only his nose and chin exposed—a figure shrouded in mystery.

However, the portion of the face that was visible bore a hint of a smile, revealing a rather cheerful mood.

The mysterious black-robed figure also noticed Huang Yi’s presence, lifting his head to glance at him.

At that moment, their gazes met in mid-air, silently clashing as if engaging in an intangible duel.

This was the first time the two rivals directly faced one another. Though they were strangers, they had been competing against each other for the last piece of Heroic Aura in their respective Hero Trials.

Huang Yi finally got a clear look at the stranger’s features: the man was fairly handsome and seemed to be of the Elf Race, yet carried an eerie, delicate air. The most striking feature was his eyes—entirely devoid of pupils, hollow as if blind.

The man’s visage was unfamiliar and did not resemble any Super-First Master Huang Yi was aware of. He was either someone using a different appearance or someone who had remained entirely hidden until now.

Regardless, this indicated he was an exceptional master.

The black-robed man quickly lowered his head, his gaze vanishing beneath the hood, and followed the mentor walking beside Huang Yi.

The scene grew tense in silence—one mentor leading two students forward, the two students remaining silent and distant as strangers.

Before long, the mentor teleported Huang Yi and the black-robed man to a mountain peak.

The mountain peak was majestic and grand, towering into the sky, yet it was eerily empty, surrounded by purple primeval forest.

This peak was none other than Divine Archer Mountain, where Deputy Dean Divine Marksman Ica resided. Huang Yi had visited this place upon his enrollment at the academy and had a brief interaction with Divine Marksman.

The mentor guided Huang Yi and the black-robed man to a precipitous cliff edge, where they found the Divine Marksman.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, absorbing the Force of the World. Around him, the air was eerily vacant, devoid of the red aura Huang Yi had seen when Georgia absorbed the Force of the World in the secret realm. The stark contrast highlighted the desolation of the current world, where the Force of the World was almost depleted.

Divine Marksman Ica seemingly sensed their arrival and promptly opened his eyes, calmly gazing at Huang Yi and the black-robed man with his pentagram-shaped pupils, a faint smile dawning on his face.

"Greetings, Deputy Dean!" the mentor exclaimed respectfully with a slight bow. Huang Yi and the black-robed man followed suit with courteous gestures.

"No need for formalities!" The Deputy Dean waved his hand casually and said, "God of Slaughter, Soul, your performances were commendable."

"God of Slaughter!"

"Soul!"

In an instant, Huang Yi and the black-robed man exclaimed their aliases simultaneously, exchanging surprised glances as astonishment flitted across their faces!

Only now did they learn each other’s identities!

Huang Yi hadn’t expected that the black-robed man turned out to be the renowned African Super-First Master, celebrated as the miracle of South Africa—Soul.

Soul had been among the top ten nominees for the Best Individual Award in the Second Annual Ceremony and had competed with Sharp Sword for the award.

However, Soul’s current appearance differed significantly from his typical one, indicating he had employed disguise techniques.

"Wait!" Suddenly, Huang Yi froze, finally realizing something, and asked with confusion, "I failed, didn’t I? Why would you say my performance was commendable?" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Starting Point (qidian.com) to vote with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to continue reading.)