Chapter 730
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"Monet, stop fooling around. It's time to make a move!"
Clary kept urging her brother. Now that Fuya was only one person away from her, it was definitely the best time to make a move on Fuya.
"Black Hook, now … throw the anchor at the opposite high ground!"
"Throw it, throw it! I caught the enemy's Folded Sword! "
"Instant kill!"
Unfortunately, no matter how loudly Clary warned her brother, she wanted him to understand that he was here to assassinate Fuya, not to play with the Holy Spirit.
But at that moment, Monet's soul seemed to have been sucked into the Holy Spirit battlefield.
His soul seemed to have entered the body of the captain holding the anchor, playing a game with his comrades on this dangerous battlefield.
"Monet …"
Clary was not used to this feeling. Usually, her brother would listen to her no matter what she said, except when it came to matters related to the Holy Spirit.
"Sister, can you please be quiet for a moment? This is a crucial battle on the high ground. "
Monet finally opened his mouth to answer his sister, but this sentence made Clary completely furious.
She wanted to forcefully seize control of the body … but she realized that she could not win against her brother.
A strong willpower rose from Monet's soul and suppressed Clary.
This was the first time that Clary had failed in her attempt to seize control of the body.
"We can go to the high ground! Destroy the enemy's base in one go! "
Monet shouted loudly. The five heroes directly swept through all the enemy's defensive structures and arrived in front of the central crystal.
The fragile crystal could not withstand the powerful destructive power of the five heroes. In less than ten seconds, it shattered into pieces.
This victory allowed the Fuya Knights to crush the enemy with a score of three to zero!
"We won!"
Monet stood up from his seat excitedly, raising his hands and shouting. But the moment he raised his hands, they stopped.
Because the control of the Chaos Demon's body had been taken away by his sister.
Clary walked towards Fuya, who was also in the Hall of Silence, but the bed Fuya was sitting on suddenly floated up …
She quickened her pace and chased after Clary out of the Hall of Soundless. However, the moment she stepped out of the Hall of Soundless, the cheers that almost pierced the demon's eardrums stopped her in her tracks.
Clary raised her head and looked around. More than half of the audience was chanting the same name — Fuya!
She wasn't in the mood to care about that. Clary reached into her pocket and touched a glass bottle.
Bishop Gainko's order was to smash the glass bottle near Fuya. The rest would be taken care of by the other Inquisitors.
The bottle contained an unknown liquid potion. If they were in the Hall of Silence, Clary would have just taken it out, opened the cork, and thrown it at Fuya.
However, as soon as Monet sat on the throne, Clary could not regain control of the Chaos Demon's body.
Now that she was outside the Hall of Silence, Fuya was not far from her.
There should be no … problem.
"Clary, stop!"
Just as she was about to make a move, a voice rang in her mind. It came from the Inquisitor Noland had contacted her.
Clary's movements stiffened. In that instant, a bearded middle-aged man appeared between her and Fuya.
Who is it?
Clary subconsciously took a step back. The middle-aged man glanced at Clary with his pure golden vertical pupils.
His gaze seemed to penetrate the body of the Chaos Demon and lock onto Clary and Monet who were hibernating in his consciousness.
The commentator of the arena …
When Clary came back to her senses, she realized that the man was the commentator of the Holy Spirit Tournament.
"Sister, he's also the host of Falosi's' Interview '. I've watched his show before."
"Shut up! I know! "
Clary was completely different from her brother Monet when she used the Magic Net. She spent most of her time listening to music and watching some … strange recordings of programs on the Magic Net.
She had also watched a few episodes of Falosi's talk show. She was strangely fond of the tricky questions the host would ask to embarrass the guests.
However, Clary did not remember that his pupils were like a lizard's golden vertical pupils.
"But sister, have you forgotten about that episode of Miss Carolee's interview? Didn't she talk about the Inquisitor doing some … bad things, "Monet said to Clary in a very small voice.
"That has nothing to do with what we're doing now! Monet … have you forgotten the hatred of our parents who were killed by the Demons? Didn't we turn into this inhuman form and stand here to … "
Before Clary could finish the word 'revenge', the Brass Dragon grabbed her hand.
The Brass Dragon's movement was very fast. Before Clary could react, the Chaos Demon's body was grabbed by the Brass Dragon.
Am I going to be captured? The thought flashed through Clary's mind, but the next second, the Brass Dragon raised her hand high.
"Because your favorite little Fuya is still sleepy, this interview will be given to the Wandering Player of Fuya's Knights, Skol!" the Brass Dragon said.
"Interview … interview? What should I do, sister? I'm … not ready yet. "
Monet's voice sounded very panicked in her body's consciousness.
"…"
Clary shifted her gaze to a corner of the audience, where a Nephilic Judge Bishop was sitting. He noticed Clary's gaze and immediately shook his head.
The assassination had failed because her brother was too addicted to the game!
"As the Wandering Player of Fuya's Knights, Skol's Black Hook and Folded Sword have undoubtedly revitalized the rhythm of the whole team. I personally think you're the second most indispensable player in the team. Do you have anything to say to the audience before you advance to the finals?"
And … finals?
Clary looked at Fuya, who was holding a pillow and napping behind the Brass Dragon. It was as if the words "when can I go home to sleep" were written on her face.
The assassination plan had failed, but tomorrow's finals were still a chance.
"I … will definitely win."
Clary gave the Brass Dragon the shortest answer in a voice of certainty.
"You're declaring victory right from the start? There's not much difference between confidence and arrogance. I hope this player won't ruin himself because of this. "
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