Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

In his opinion, Fang Heng was an extremely dangerous person, and Fang Heng's gaze was an extreme provocation!

After this test, Momir became more wary of Fang Heng.

Yimamu, who was standing at the side, noticed Fang Heng's move. After the initial shock, a pleasantly surprised expression immediately appeared on his face.

D*mn it! This time, he had hugged onto a huge thigh!

After being unlucky for more than ten years, his luck finally changed today!

Fang Heng maintained his posture of raising his scepter.

The increase in his mental strength had also increased his magic power recovery speed. He tried to raise the scepter again and aim it at the spiked ball of light not far away in the air.

"Whoosh! Shuuuuu!!!"

More than 30 holy fire meteors flew toward the spiked ball of light.

"Boom! Boom!"

A series of explosions sounded.

Under the continuous bombardment, the spiked ball of Holy Light exploded, scattering bits of energy in the air.

After the skill was released, Fang Heng frowned.

The effect was very ordinary.

The spiked ball of light had a natural additional resistance to holy elements and could withstand more damage.

Moreover, the accuracy of the holy fire meteors was really bad. Its hit rate was only about 30%.

"I can try that..."

Fang Heng muttered to himself. He squatted down and picked up the other scepter that had just been thrown on the ground.

Buzz ...

A Holy Light shield spread out, once again enveloping Fang Heng and Yimamu in the center.

"Hmm?"

Yimamu was still excited and ready to hug Fang Heng's thigh. Seeing that Fang Heng had switched to turtle shell mode again, he could not help but feel strange.

What did he mean? Wasn't he very fierce just now? Why did he stop? Continue!

Yimamu leaned toward Fang Heng and asked in a low voice, "What's going on? Why aren't you continuing?"

Fang Heng shrugged helplessly and looked around at the followers in the hall. With a helpless smile on his face, he replied in a loud voice, "I can't continue. It was my first time using this skill, and I didn't master it well. My mental strength is almost exhausted."

"Ah?"

Yimamu's heart sank when he heard this, and his expression changed as well. He continued to move his lips and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "It's fine. Just follow behind me. I'll try my best to buy you some time to recover your mental strength."

On the other side of the hall, Momir couldn't hear Yimamu's words clearly. However, when he heard Fang Heng's words and observed Yimamu's expression, his heart skipped a beat.

His mental strength was exhausted?

That's right!

Even though holy fire meteor was a low-level holy element skill that consumed a low amount of mana, it could not withstand Fang Heng's excitement.

Ordinary people would be exhausted after releasing more than 20 streams of mental strength in a row.

He had just released it more than a hundred times! His mental strength should be at the bottom!

Momir suddenly felt that he had a chance.

Take advantage of his weakness to take his life!

However...

Momir looked at Fang Heng warily and felt that there might be something wrong.

Was his mental strength exhausted?

Or was it a tactic to lure them into attacking? Otherwise, why would the other party speak so loudly? Momir even felt that the other party was deliberately speaking loudly for him to hear.

Or was Fang Heng doing this on purpose?

Showing weakness to the enemy? Was he deliberately luring them into attacking?

But...

Did he really have the ability to continuously release the holy fire meteors hundreds of times and still have a large amount of mental strength left?

Momir didn't believe it.

He stared at Fang Heng, feeling more and more that Fang Heng was scheming.

Or was Fang Heng already on the third level?

He had boldly said that he had exhausted his mental strength to make him think that he was deliberately setting up a trap.

In fact, he was simply exhausted of his mental strength?

Momir's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Hey!"

Momir had an idea. He turned his head to look at the surrounding followers and said, "Are you going to stand here and watch? Are we just going to watch him win the final victory of this trial?"

The other followers looked at each other and were tempted, but no one said anything.

"To tell you the truth, there is only one person who can pass the trial!" Momir gritted his teeth. "Even if the rest of you are lucky enough to survive, it's useless for you to be chosen by the Holy Court. You will always be at the bottom of the Holy Court and can only be cannon fodder!"

"There's only one quota for the core members of the Holy Court. If we don't kill him, we'll be running away!"

Momir's words began to take effect.

Many followers cast hostile looks at Fang Heng, especially the remaining players.

Over the years, as far as the players knew, the only person who had become an internal member of the Holy Court through the God's Choice Ritual was the leader of the Idamudun gang.

Only the Idamudun gang understood the trial the most.

One of the players looked at Momir with suspicion in his eyes and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Of course. Do you think I need to lie to you?"

When everyone heard this, they looked at Fang Heng with even more unfriendly expressions.

The players frowned as they weighed the pros and cons.

At the same time, at the Prism Plane of the Holy Court, through the central crystal pillar, Fang Heng and the others' performance was seen by the judges of the Holy Court.

Everyone marveled at Fang Heng's powerful Holy Light affinity.

The excitement on Judge Kadar's face was beyond words.

Judging from Fang Heng's performance in the trial, his affinity with the Holy Light was top-notch, and his talent in spells was also extremely high!

It was so high that no one could understand it!

"Sanjay, did you see that? He's a genius who's hard to come by in ten thousand years. We should immediately invite the elders over to take a look. He needs to be nurtured!"

The person hosting the trial was Sanjay. He looked at the scene that appeared in the prism and could not help but feel a little shocked.

Seeing Sanjay remain silent, Kadar became even more excited. He could not help but raise his voice, "Sanjay, what are you waiting for?! I have a feeling that he is the next archbishop we are looking for. He might even become the first Pope on our continent! I can already see his potential! You must have seen it too! Right?"

Sanjay's attention was still on the prism projection. He nodded and said, "Yes."

"If you're worried, leave him to me. I'll teach him myself. Two years, no, I only need half a year! In half a year, I am confident that I can definitely train him into an outstanding judge! His strength is definitely not weaker than mine!"

Sanjay finally retracted his gaze and nodded, "Kadar, calm down. I understand how you feel. We need to wait a little longer. Fang Heng was able to control and be granted the Book of Creation, so he must be at least a trainee priest. There must be a record of his granting in the church. After verifying his identity, I will ask the elders to discuss it immediately. I will also consider your suggestion."

Kadar really wanted to say that there was no need to verify this. Could it be that the enemy had the ability to nurture followers who were proficient in the holy element to be spies?

Was this a joke?

Even the Holy Court itself had not nurtured such a rookie with such talent in the sacred study!