Working Prophet

(Correction: The Silver Sword in the previous chapter has been replaced by the Sword of Dawn, otherwise it would be too easy to misunderstand the Silver Knight~)

The female lord's initiative to give in ended a dispute.

Seeing the ladder being carried out of the field, Dawn Sword let out a long sigh of relief, and at the same time his face felt a little hot.

The performance of the two of them just now was noticed by others, especially His Majesty the Emperor. Although they did not criticize him, they obviously did not have a good impression of him.

At this point, Sword of the Dawn has no other choice but to win this battle as soon as possible.

As long as he can win, everything is easy to talk about, and if he accidentally wins the championship later, I believe no one will hold on to what happened today.

Sword of the Dawn is quite confident in winning this battle. Because the golden fly has already set the pattern for the following contestants.

On this basis, he improved and optimized the combat method, specifically to restrain the frightening magical weapon in Ilea's hand.

The two returned to the competition ground again, waiting for the referee to announce the start of the competition.

The Sword of Daybreak immediately erected the large shield in front of him, completely covering his body, and then he watched closely the female lord's every move through the observation hole on the shield.

However, what puzzled Dawn Sword was that this time the female lord did not take out the gun immediately, but took out three more small jars from her body.

The three jars were all of average size, made of a very strange material, the whole body was red, the bottom and top were silver, and there were strange white patterns on them.

It’s something I’ve never seen before!

Sword of the Dawn felt a little headache, but after hesitating for a while, he decided to attack according to the original plan.

He had already suffered some losses to his reputation and that of his family over the ladder matter, and now he could no longer back down no matter what.

The Sword of the Dawn just slowed down the already slow pace a little, so that he could retreat immediately if the situation went bad.

At this time, there was a commotion among the crowd watching, but it was because the figure of Priest Cornelia appeared in the stands.

In the first three days of the tournament, this priestess hadn't been to a tournament, but now she suddenly appeared, and came here to watch Ilea's battle, and then contacted the grievances between the female lord and the Earth Bear, which made people daydream .

Li Yu also noticed the figure in the stands at this time, and found that Cornelia was also staring at him, but it didn't last long, and then the priestess sat on the other side beside Edward.

He briefly chatted with His Majesty the Emperor for a few words, and then turned his attention to the competition field.

The Sword of Dawn was only a dozen steps away from the female lord at this time.

Ilea, who had been standing still, finally reacted again and shouted, "Saturday, my lord, your faithful believer Ilea is here, please grant me the power to control the flames!"

After speaking, she took out a lighter with "Huadu Hotel" and a series of ordering phone numbers printed on it from her pocket, and turned the gear on it.

The next moment, a ball of flame really appeared above her palm.

There was a sound of exclamation from all around.

Although there were rumors before that the Dragon Slayer Knight personally appointed by His Majesty the Emperor possessed the power to control thunder, and it was this power that allowed her to defeat the three retinue knights of the Royal Knights.

But after all, there were only a few people at the scene that day, and most people were still skeptical about it.

However, today, tens of thousands of people came to watch the tournament. Under the gaze of these tens of thousands of eyes, the female lord summoned the flame again.

Even though the flame looks small and has no lethality, it is a real flame.

And there was no firewood or charcoal underneath, so it looked like it had appeared out of thin air.

Many people were deeply shocked by this magical scene.

The Sword of Dawn was also slightly distracted, but soon regained his composure. As a knight, his will is as strong as iron.

The most important thing is that the flame is really not big, and it doesn't feel like it will pose any threat to him.

Just as he was thinking about the Sword of the Dawn, he saw the female lord "roasting" one of the red jars on the flame and throwing it towards him.

The Sword of Dawn hurriedly took precautions.

But I don't know if the girl was also a little nervous when she threw it. The throw was obviously a bit high, and it didn't hit him, but flew directly over the head of the Sword of Daybreak.

Just like that, it fell behind him. The Sword of Dawn turned around and glanced, but didn't see anything special about the jar.

But Ilea kept moving, and "roasted" the other two red pots, and then threw them out respectively.

The Sword of Daybreak finally felt something was wrong at this moment.

Because the other two pots didn't fly towards him, they were also some distance away from him, and the three little red pots surrounded him in a triangle shape.

Then he heard another shout from the female lord, "Saturday, my lord! It's me again, Ilea, please give me the power to summon the fog of war!!"

As she finished shouting, a miracle happened again.

Under the originally clear sky, three clusters of thick fog suddenly burst out, and the thick fog quickly dispersed, covering the Sword of Daybreak.

The Sword of Daybreak was really flustered this time, and he no longer talked about the knight's will as hard as iron. Humans always easily feel their own insignificance in front of the majesty of the world.

That damned Saturday, every time one of his disciples yelled out, he immediately came to help, which was outrageous!

The Sword of the Dawn has never seen such a god who responds to every request. If he wants thunder, he will give thunder, if he wants fire, he will give fire, and if he wants thick fog, he will summon thick fog.

Sword of the Dawn feels like he is not fighting against humans now, but against gods.

But how can a mortal be the opponent of God?

Infinite fear surged in Dawn Sword's chest. In just a short moment, he had completely lost sight of the girl. Everywhere he looked, there was gray and the pungent smell of smoke.

The only thing that gave Sword of the Dawn some comfort was that in such an environment, Ilea should not be able to see him either.

But even so, the Sword of Dawn did not dare to stay in the fog for a long time. Who knew if there would be any other weird things here.

And this time he didn't turn around and ran away, because he was worried that his opponent might guess the direction of his escape and go around to wait for him.

After all, Ilea and Golden Fly played the Bratis version of Russian Roulette before and he was deeply impressed, so after thinking about it for a while, Sword of the Dawn chose another direction.

Evacuating towards the direction of the stands was something the girl probably didn't expect.

The Sword of Dawn still stood the shield in front of him, and at the same time curled up his body as much as possible, and tilted the shield downwards, as if he had really turned into a turtle.

This gesture is really not very elegant, but fortunately no one can see it now.

The Sword of Dawn moved cautiously towards the outside of the fog, but as soon as he took six or seven steps, there was a gunshot in his ears!