Chapter 518 - 445: The God Who Wants to Return to the Mortal World
The unnamed judge finally laughed.
Under the gaze of all the heroes, the statue-like judge suddenly fell to the ground and then burst into laughter as if he had been holding it in for a long time.
The sharp laughter shook the ground.
Several heroes failed to stand firmly and fell harshly on the barren land, then broke into loud laughter as well; they had finally succeeded, they embraced each other, laughed together, and shared the glory of passing the trial.
Some heroes immediately took out the fine wine they had brought from the Great Plain, cried tears of joy, and sang and drank merrily, celebrating their passage through the most cunning trial while the joking dwarf suddenly leapt up, wrapped his arms around Baird’s neck, and loudly declared his victory.
Accompanied by the laughter of the unnamed judge, the heroes were infected by it and immersed in the atmosphere of celebration. This was the most challenging trial they had ever faced, one that pushed them to the brink, but victory ultimately belonged to them and only them.
The heroes believed that even if the remaining three trials were combined, they would not be as difficult as this sixth trial.
Amid the celebratory atmosphere, the unnamed judge slowly stood up. He tried several times, finally managed to contain his laughter, and returned to his unsmiling, statue-like demeanor.
Baird stood in front of the unnamed judge, and for some reason, he felt an inexplicable disgust towards this judge, yet, the hero still wore a friendly smile on his face.
The unnamed judge, wrapped in a black robe, stared directly at Baird, as if assessing something.
"Judge, sir, we have passed your trial,"