Working Prophet

Sword of the Dawn felt like he had been stung by something on his right waist. Because he was concentrating on escaping at the moment, and a large amount of adrenaline was secreted in his body, the pain was not particularly strong.

But after walking a few more steps, I reached out to touch it, only to feel that the place where I was stung was wet.

Daybreak Sword put his palm in front of his eyes, saw the dark brown blood, and smelled a faint smell of blood at the same time.

Only then did Daybreak Sword realize that he was injured.

He was at a loss at first, and then fell into deep fear, because he couldn't imagine how he was hit.

And even though the wound was not that big, the blood continued to flow out as if it couldn't be blocked.

The Sword of Daybreak covered the wound with one hand, and was still clutching the iron shield with the other, looking for the direction where Ilea was.

The next moment, a girl's voice came from his ear, "You have already lost, just admit defeat."

The Sword of Dawn was silent when he heard the words. He gritted his teeth, but released the hand covering the wound, picked up the spear on the ground, and stabbed towards the place where the sound came from.

However, it was just a stab in the air, Daybreak Sword staggered, and fell to the ground again, and at the same time, there was a pain in his abdomen.

Then he heard a cold snort, and Sword of the Dawn smelled the breath of death. Finally he didn't dare to play any more tricks and shouted, "I give up, you win!"

After hearing this, Ilea put away the gun, and at the same time took off the strange black glass frame on her face.

Li Yu guessed what might happen today, so he lent the homemade smoke bomb and [game sunglasses] to Miss Rabbit first.

This trick was actually used once when he was slaying the dragon.

Adjust the volumetric fog resolution column to super by adjusting the image settings in the system menu.

It can make the smoke in the field of vision much more transparent, and can extend the field of vision from less than half a meter before to about three meters.

It is equivalent to a semi-perspective cheat, and this is also the reliance of the female lord.

Even without the ladder provided by Ge Lipeng, she could still easily win the next battle.

When the smoke on the field cleared, the audience in the stands realized that the competition was over.

The Sword of Daybreak fell to the ground, covering his waist with one hand, looking depressed and weak.

And Ilea stood not far from him, with her arms folded, as if she had never moved.

After a brief silence, the crowd began to rhythmically shout the name of the female lord.

Later someone added Saturday.

Those were the 10,000 people who followed Li Yu and Shuang Xiujiao all the way outside the royal capital. Today, many of them came to the sidelines of the competition to see the heroic appearance of the female lord. By the way, I also felt the power of Saturday again.

Miss Rabbit fought very coolly, summoning fire and the fog of war, and finally used the holy weapon Judgment Hand to score the winning blow!

After this round of competition ended, the column of the Fifty Fathoms of Faith on Li Yu's wrist began to scroll rapidly.

Sure enough, miracles speak louder than all words.

Li Yu looked at Cornelia in the stands and found that the expression of the priestess was very solemn. Hearing everyone chanting the name of Saturday on her own territory obviously put a lot of pressure on her.

She was not as calm as she was in the temple before, and at this moment Edward II also showed a curious look on his face.

"Interesting," the emperor said, stroking his chin. "The gods behind the Shuangxiu Sect seem to be quite magical. I don't know who is stronger with Varlia."

"The Goddess of Life is supreme," said the priestess, "There is nothing in this world that can override life."

"I know, but I still think Ilea can defeat the Earth Bear. I can't explain why. Let's just call it a warrior's premonition. I can bet you a hundred gold lions."

Cornelia shook her head.

"Why, don't you have confidence in your people? Isn't he the most powerful warrior in the church? Then how about we bet ten golden lions?"

"I have faith in the Earth Bear, but you know, I never gamble, Your Majesty," the priestess said, "I don't gamble even a silver coin."

"Okay." Edward II said with a smile, "Don't worry, even if the Earth Bear loses, it won't change my devotion to the goddess."

"I believe in Varlia not because of her power, although she is indeed very powerful, but because of you. You can always point me to the path when I feel confused and allow me to listen to the voice deep in my heart.

Edward II lamented, "I am the emperor and I own the entire empire and a vast territory, but I am not free. You see, everyone in this city has their own intentions and purposes, and they are trying to influence and control me all the time. .

"They respectfully call me Your Majesty, but in fact they regard me as a beast. They are afraid of my fangs and carefully flatter me, but at the same time they want to tame me and get enough benefits from me.

"Those noble families, imperial ministers, and even my relatives... they all keep talking about the truth on their lips, but in private they are all greedy. No one is really good for me, except you, Cornelia."

Edward II's eyes also softened, and he stretched out a big hand to hold the hand of the priestess, but the latter pulled it back calmly.

"Your ministers are watching over there, and the Queen is also by your side. Now is not the time to pray."

The emperor sighed, "Cornelia, you know what I am thinking, and I also know what you are thinking. I will help you fulfill your wish. I hope you will not reject me again."

"It will be a long battle. Have you really made up your mind?" the priestess said.

"I will fight side by side with you. My ancestors raised troops by the Wind Chime Lake and built the most powerful empire on the continent from scratch. However, this lion has been sleeping for many years. It is time to reawaken it. Already." Edward II said in a deep voice.

"It's like you woke me up and reminded me that my body is filled with the blood of a warrior. I won't rot with this gorgeous and empty tomb. I want to fight! No matter how sweet the wine is, it can't be compared. Take the blood of your enemies."

Edward II said enthusiastically, his eyes full of yearning.

But Cornelia said nothing more.

At this moment, the venue was still immersed in joy, and everyone was celebrating another miraculous victory of the female lord, so the short conversation between the two just now was not heard by the third person.

Queen Heloise fell asleep on the side because she felt too bored and drank too much wine. Her profile in her sleep was still breathtakingly beautiful.