The purple inscription went deep into the cracks of the bricks on the ground.
Under the effect of these inscriptions, a large amount of green grass spread out from the surface of the dusty bricks, and trees grew in just a few seconds.
On the other side of the arena, dark mud surged out, and withered and decayed trees grew out from the cracks in the ground.
The two colors, tender green and pitch-black, were separated by a shallow river.
"This is …"
Empress Yekana stood on the stand and stared blankly at the scene below, which was like a god's creation, wantonly controlling the growth and withering of living creatures.
Even though she knew that everything in front of her was an illusion, it was the first time she saw such a spectacular illusion.
"The battlefield of the Holy Spirits." Josiah pointed to the two sides of the arena. "Lady Yekana, you should be able to distinguish between the two camps of the Holy Spirits and the Catastrophes, right?"
"I'm not interested in the game itself."
Empress Yekana's pupils reflected the moment when one tower after another rose from the green tower and the withered forest.
"I just hope that the Iron Caster can defeat those damn foxes on this battlefield."
"Okay."
Josiah didn't think that the Empress would also become a middle-aged person with an internet addiction.
To be able to ascend to the position of the Empress of the Iron Nation, her strong self-management ability was indispensable. It was very easy for her to resist the temptation of a game.
"I have to admit that this is an illusion that is enough to shock me." Empress Yekana was not stingy with her praise at this moment. "Josiah Yanorod, who created this illusion?"
The Empress's favorite thing was probably to recruit all the outstanding talents in the world, no matter what kind of talent they were.
This was something that Josiah had felt from the first time she recruited Fuya. Perhaps only a game like Romance of the Three Kingdoms and a total war could arouse the Empress' interest.
When her eyes looked at the battlefield of the Holy Spirits that rose up in the arena, they were already shining with a stunning light.
At that moment, Empress Yekana was ready to take this excellent illusionary spellcaster under her command.
Josiah didn't answer her question. The creator of the illusion in purple had already come to the side of the stand.
"Sage Herlors? I should have guessed that such a stunning illusion was created by you. "
Queen Yekana recognized the identity of the purple-clothed man and bowed to the sage.
Any outstanding person was worthy of the queen's respect, but she could never tolerate those useless and self-deprecating people.
"Sage Noland, do you want to return to your homeland?" Empress Yekana did not hesitate to extend an olive branch to this sage of Noland.
The man in purple used to be a member of the Nation of Steel. As time passed, many people no longer knew about this.
"I still have my apprentices to teach, so I can only decline your invitation, Your Highness Yekana."
The answer of the man in purple made Empress Yekana look at Hiri, who had been following Josiah.
"I'm looking forward to the match soon."
After staring at Hiri for a while, Empress Yekana chose to leave.
"I seem to be despised?"
Hiri felt that the last look of Empress Yekana was very subtle.
"That queen simply hates the people of the Land of Frost."
Josiah rubbed Hiri's forehead. She shook her head as usual to get rid of Josiah's claws.
"Ahem … I'll have to trouble you for the match the day after tomorrow."
Josiah did not further mess around with Hiri. After all, the man in purple was still watching.
"This body is not as fragile as before. This level of illusion won't consume much magic power." The man in purple's gaze swept back and forth between Hiri and Josiah, then said, "I … won't disturb you anymore."
… …
Two days later.
Count Kirrlutz was honored to be able to go to the venue of the Holy Ghost Tournament with Empress Yekana … Melols Academy.
The entire Nation of Steel's team did not drive a magic carriage. Whether it was the entourage of Count Kirrlutz or the contestants, they all rode slowly towards Melols Academy on their warhorses.
This was an ancient tradition of the Nation of Steel. Whenever there was a holy battle or an important ceremony, all the participants must ride their warhorses to participate.
Count Kirrlutz believed that the significance of this tradition was to show their strength to the people … Sitting in the magic carriage shrouded in steel, there was no way to see the armor worn by the knights.
At this time, the crowd on the streets of Noland had already stood on both sides. The civilians from the Nation of Steel had already knelt down, looking at the group of knights at the front with respect and awe.
Count Kirrlutz was at the end of the line, and his eyes were fixed on the knights at the front of the line.
The knight's black and red armor was branded with a longsword that was scorched by flames.
The Forgers, the strongest knight group in the Nation of Steel.
On the battlefield, the enemy would run away in fear just by seeing the insignia of the Forgers. At the same time, it was also the knight group that all the knights in the Nation of Steel wanted to join.
What made Count Kirrlutz proud was … His son Ethek was wearing the armor of the Forgers and sitting on a warhorse.
"He doesn't have the right to wear that medal."
Another son of Count Kirrlutz, Wall, whispered beside him.
"Wall!" Count Kirrlutz interrupted him directly with a stern voice. Empress Yekana was at the front of the line.
Today, the Empress gave up the heavy court robe and put on a man's light armor, riding a warhorse slowly at the front of the line.
As a Empress, she should be surrounded by the surrounding knights, but she did not need to.
Count Kirrlutz knew that the reason why the Bloody Empress could stand in this position was not because of any conspiracy, but purely because of power and strength.
"Our opponent is the Silverfrost Fox, a strong enemy that has repelled us dozens of times at the border." Count Kirrlutz lowered his voice and said, "No matter what battlefield, as long as Her Highness Yekana believes that your brother has the ability to become a Forger, no one in the Nation of Steel can refute it."
"It's just playing with a Holy Spirit …" Wall still complained discontentedly.
"Don't underestimate any enemy!"
While Count Kirrlutz was warning his son in a low voice, the Nation of Steel's team had arrived at the magic arena of the Melols Academy.
Count Kirrlutz also handed the horse to his entourage for safekeeping, and followed Empress Yekana's team into the magic arena.
The moment he stepped into the arena, he smelled a mixed murderous intent.
Empress Yekana had already seen the person in charge of the Silverfrost Fox, and she did not hide her thoughts at this time.
Count Kirrlutz also felt a lot of powerful auras residing in the arena.
Today, it was unknown how many powerful spellcasters had gathered in this magic arena, and the number had even completely surpassed that of Ossen Castle.
At this moment, Count Kirrlutz put away his contempt for this competition, and worried about Eitek's condition.
If these powerful spellcasters were all here to participate … then the situation after this would not be optimistic.
"Lady Yekana! Your match is the first to start, so now let me introduce you to the opponents later. "
Josiah Yanorod.
Count Kirrlutz would not mistake the black-haired, black-eyed young man, the legendary terrifying chaos demon.
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