The embassy of the Holy Kingdom.
Messiah stood beside a luxurious bed and watched the creature rolling on it in silence.
"Why … Why can't I win!!"
Heroria once again lost her composure in front of the public and rolled on the bed angrily like a little girl in a fit of pique.
If her followers were to see her like this, they would definitely feel disillusioned.
Messiah had already been disillusioned several times, so when Heroria showed this kind of behavior, she could already accept it with a smile.
"Madam Heroria, it's probably just pure luck." Messiah said, "And the Iron Forger … is indeed too strong."
The afternoon duel was between the White-Horned Deer of the Holy Kingdom and the Iron Forger of the Iron Nation.
The Iron Forger once again showed his powerful strength in the semi-finals and defeated the White-Horned Deer with an absolute advantage to qualify for the finals.
"I'm not talking about that! What's going on with Josiah's sister … Why can she absorb the faith of humans! "
Heroria sat up from the bed and recalled everything she saw in the arena.
"Maybe she's also a host of the World Tree's consciousness."
During her time with Heroria, Messiah had learned a lot of things that she had never been able to learn before.
For example, the knowledge about the World Tree and the nature of faith. These knowledge strengthened her faith in the God of Holy Light because Heroria clearly told her that everything the God of Holy Light had done in the past was true, although some of the content was exaggerated.
"Impossible … There are only a few World Trees in my memory. The Demon Realm can't have a World Tree! Wait … "Heroria showed a slightly painful expression as if she was recalling some distant memory," Did it work … The crazy plan of the High Elves. "
"What … crazy plan?" Messiah felt like he heard some terrifying secrets.
"Artificial Gods. First the Frost Elves, then the High Elves! That Chaos Demon … what does he want to do … "Heroria did not give Messiah time to think." And Messiah, didn't you say that you saw a Nephilic Judge in the Devil Realm's team? "
"It's the person being interviewed. I feel like there are quite a few Inquisitors lying in wait," Messiah said.
"Send this information to Josiah via text message. If I'm not mistaken, the day the Devil Realm is in trouble, our world may also be in trouble."
Heroria hesitated for a long time before giving Messiah this order.
… …
Late at night.
Josiah entered the World Tree's space of consciousness once more, preparing to perfect some of the functions of the Weave and continue making new holy spirit skins.
However, before Josiah and Shiratori could pull out the Holy Ghost Hero menu, Josiah felt the familiar sense of weightlessness again.
Josiah fell into the Saint Spirit Battlefield once again, but this time, he fell into the Saint Spirit Legion.
"Soil?"
Josiah once again fell awkwardly to the ground, but when Josiah got up, Josiah found that his hands were stained with some soil.
This was a very unreasonable thing in the space of consciousness … Josiah knew that although everything in front of him was very real, it was all just 'decoration'.
Josiah squatted on the ground and tried to pull the weeds out of the soil, but this attempt failed. When his hands touched the ground of the space of consciousness again, the soil on the ground was as hard as a rock.
"Illusion? It doesn't seem like it. "
Josiah felt the soil on his fingertips.
The moment Josiah entered the space of consciousness, he did touch fresh soil.
Josiah did not continue to dwell on this. He glanced at the high ground of the Saint Spirit Legion. Since Josiah had entered the space of consciousness, it meant that someone had intruded here.
Soon, Josiah saw the figure of his sister, Fuya, in the shop on the high ground.
"It was the right decision to have a good sleep before the finals."
Josiah waved at Fuya and walked towards her.
Fuya had been dozing off after the semi-finals. It was obvious that the semi-finals had consumed a lot of her mental energy.
"Nightmare."
Fuya mumbled after seeing Josiah.
"No matter what, I'm still your brother. Even if you dream of me, you don't have to call it a nightmare! If that's the case, then what is a beautiful dream for you?! "
Josiah remembered that the last time he met Fuya in the space of consciousness, she also mumbled 'nightmare' after seeing Josiah.
Fuya did not answer Josiah and only held her forehead in pain.
"Have the symptoms of the Grey Fog Erosion not subsided yet?"
Josiah immediately ran to Fuya's side and supported her frail body. Then, Josiah waved his hand and opened the Weave in the space of consciousness.
Ever since Fuya won the semi-finals with a 'heavenly show', her fans on the Weave had skyrocketed from 20,000 to more than 30,000. Most of the new fans were from the Land of Frost.
After the match between Fuya's knights and the Sea Breaker ended, Josiah directly uploaded the recording to the Weave. Even though it was late at night, there were still about 5,000 people watching.
Josiah glanced at the comments below the video.
"Excuse me, please let me have a look at Master Fuya in the front row."
"This kid looks so cute when he yawns."
"Ten bursts in five seconds. This kind of damage is too unreasonable. I might as well play the All-Rounder from now on."
"Previous poster, can you deal this kind of damage with the same equipment? This is an All-Rounder that only Master Fuya can control. "
"I'll consider weakening it."
When Josiah left a message below these comments, he once again turned to look at Fuya's condition.
From the expression on her face, her physical condition was still not optimistic.
Fuya's fame had gradually spread throughout Noland. All Josiah could do now was pray that Fuya's fans would increase.
"As expected, the root is a wonderful place."
Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice sounded behind Josiah. Josiah turned his head and looked behind him. An old man wrapped in rags like an ascetic appeared beside the crystal.
The Inquisitor of Heresy!
Josiah immediately shielded Fuya behind him and looked at the old man. Josiah was not surprised that they would break into this place. That was why Josiah made a horror film like "The Shining" to dissuade these annoying guys.
But now, the space of consciousness that Josiah was in was not "The Shining", but … the Holy Spirit Battlefield!
"Joy, honor, sadness, anger …" He took a deep breath of the air here. "There are a lot of emotions gathered here."
"I'm sorry, but can you please leave here?"
Josiah warned him and at the same time guarded against his actions.
This Holy Spirit Battlefield was not like the Shining, where Josiah could summon Jack to kill these guys at any time.
But the Holy Spirit Battlefield …
"How do I summon the hero here?" Josiah asked Shiratori who appeared on his shoulder in a low voice.
Facing Josiah's question, Shiratori shook her head regretfully.
"Leave, of course I will leave, but sir, you just need to return our sacred relic … to us."
The old man slowly walked towards Josiah, and Josiah noticed that the ground under his feet gradually lost its color.
Whether it was the grass or the soil on the ground, or the buildings of the Holy Spirit Army that he touched, the color on them gradually disappeared and became black and white.
At this moment, Josiah felt that Fuya was tightly holding onto the corner of his clothes. She was afraid …
The old man's palm had already gathered gray energy …
What Josiah could do now was to leave the space of consciousness. As long as Josiah, the "Host", closed the connection to the space of consciousness, both Fuya and the old man would be "disconnected".
Wait … If Fuya was also an existence similar to the consciousness of the World Tree, then Fuya could also become the "Host".
"Fuya, what are you afraid of?"
When Josiah turned around, he saw a dim power of faith gathering on Fuya's body. The power of her fans was healing her, and it could also repel her enemies.
"Strangers … Annoying."
Fuya said with a slightly trembling voice.
"This is the battlefield you're best at. As the ruler of this battlefield … You shouldn't have a bad habit of being afraid of strangers, right?" Josiah said softly to his sister.
Perhaps in the real world, Fuya did have a bad habit of hating and being afraid of strangers, but this was the Holy Spirit Battlefield … Fuya's performance in the semi-finals had already proved that as long as she was in this battlefield, she was the queen who could rule over everything!
Josiah's words made Fuya stunned for a moment. The old man in the distance had already pointed his hand at Josiah and Fuya who were standing in the base.
The impact formed by the silver-gray torrent of magic swept towards Josiah and Fuya. Josiah's hand also overflowed with gray mist, ready to eliminate the enemy's magic.
But in the next second, white faith particles quickly gathered in front of Josiah, the particles gathered into a transparent figure in front of Josiah.
This figure blocked the invasion of magic for Josiah and Fuya. When the torrent of magic dissipated, Josiah clearly saw the figure in front of him.
He was wearing a pure white tuxedo, a slightly funny top hat on his head, and four inscription spheres were floating behind him.
To be precise, it was Fuya's All-Rounder Enkors.
This All-Rounder's style transcended the era, it was the 'Steam Machine Series' style accessory skin that Fuya used in the competition.
Josiah kindly provided this accessory skin with the ability to dye it. Normal players would dye the All-Rounder's tuxedo black and red … but Fuya's aesthetics seemed to prefer white and purple.
"How should I put it? For this kind of scene where the hero enters the stage, I prefer to dress up a little more formally."
Josiah looked at the top hat of the All-Rounder Mage, which had a … purple rubber duck on it.
When Fuya participated in the semi-finals, Josiah still remembered that she did not have this funny rubber duck on her. It seemed that Fuya added it after the competition.
"The product of human faith … This is the power of a holy object."
While the old man was sighing, Grey Fog gradually seeped out of his body.
At this moment, Fuya did not hold onto Josiah's clothes anymore. She looked at the old man, and the All-Rounder's body instantly moved.
The floating inscriptions behind him instantly changed into various colors. Thunder lightning and hot flames gathered in his left and right hands, and magic far more destructive than in the game poured out from his hands.
"Spell to destroy everything!" The All-Rounder said his lines in the game.
The hot flames and thunder shrouded the old man, and he kept retreating under the powerful impact of the magic. When the flames gradually dissipated, a burn wound appeared on his body, but the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Is this guy a slime …" While Josiah was complaining, the inscriptions behind the All-Rounder changed into other colors again.
Icicles rose from the ground, magma spewed out from the cracked ground, and a hurricane was set off by the soil on the ground. Also, there was Josiah who was waving the flag and cheering on the side.
In short … under the control of Fuya's consciousness, the All-Rounder released seven destructive magic spells.
Because of the special characteristics of the consciousness space, the Holy Battlefield did not suffer any damage, but the old man had already fallen to the ground. Josiah could even see the white bones in his burnt flesh.
He should be completely dead …
When this thought appeared in Josiah's mind, the bloody corpse on the ground, no matter how you looked at it … stood up again, and the hideous wounds on his body began to heal.
"Cold, burning, pain … The source is indeed a good place." He said this with his burnt vocal cords.
The All-Rounder stood there and watched as the old man's body gradually healed. When Josiah looked at the All-Rounder, he couldn't help but look at the purple rubber duck on his head.
If the All-Rounder had his own consciousness, he would definitely feel humiliated by wearing such a thing on his head.
Wait … Now is not the time to think about this.
"Out … out of mana," Fuya said in a low voice as she grabbed the corner of Josiah's clothes again.
"Oh, then let's stop here for today."
Josiah glanced at Fuya beside him. Her body was gradually becoming transparent. Josiah had already used the magic network to contact the Dark Elves, asking them to awaken Fuya in the real world.
"Wait …"
Fuya seemed to want to stay a little longer, but before she could say anything, she had already disappeared from the consciousness space.
A dagger appeared in the hands of the old man in the distance, and he threw it at the disappearing Fuya.
Josiah gently snapped his fingers, and the dagger stopped in mid-air.
"Alright, Judge … Since you like this place so much, do you mind sitting down and talking about life with me?"
When Josiah stopped the dagger in mid-air, the old man had a slightly surprised expression on his face, but in the next moment, a gray torrent of Mana gathered in his hands and swept towards Josiah.
On the other hand, Josh spread open his arms and released a magical power that was the same color as his. However, this was the power of the Chaos Devils.
The gray torrent of Mana instantly disappeared in the air, but he still had no intention of stopping, and new Mana gathered in his hands.
"I can cancel out your magic, but I can't stop it? Forget it … I can't beat you. "
Josiah glanced at the All-Rounder who was gradually disappearing.
This All-Rounder was very weak … At least, he was not at the peak of the Holy Battlefield, or else his mana would not have been depleted after releasing seven spells.
"Today's consciousness space is closed. Then, let's meet again tomorrow night."
Josiah snapped his fingers again, and the ground beneath his feet instantly collapsed. The bodies of the old man and Josiah also gradually disappeared.
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