Chapter 736
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Win … We won.
Sophia stared at the word 'Victory' on the Weave interface, her tensed nerves relaxing in an instant.
When they defeated the Forgemaster and ascended to the high ground, Sophia was enveloped in the despair of defeat. It felt as though someone was tightly gripping her heart and pulling it apart.
But they still won this unwinnable battle because Fuya was there … Fuya relied on her own strength to defend the core crystal at the last moment.
Sophia let go of the crystal mouse and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her palms. She had never been so nervous in a match before.
In the past, whenever Sophia participated in a Magic-related match in Noland, she would always be the most dazzling. But now, Sophia willingly gave up her position to Fuya …
"There's only one round left."
In the previous three rounds, Sophia had deeply understood the gap between her and the Forgemaster, but … She had to admit that as long as Master Fuya was there, they would definitely win the next round.
"Master Fuya, are you … alright?"
Sophia looked at Fuya and found that she was in a strange state. Fuya's petite body was curled up in her chair, trembling slightly.
This scene stirred up the motherly instincts in Sophia that didn't exist. She had the urge to hug Fuya in her arms.
Fuya didn't answer Sophia. She didn't even look at her.
"Let's continue. Fuya will adjust soon."
Josiah's voice sounded behind Sophia. During the finals, Josiah had been in the Hall of Silence as a coach to prevent any accidents from happening, just like now.
Although the Fuya sitting in the Hall of Silence was her illusion, the creator of this illusion was not the purple-clothed person, but Fuya herself.
Fuya's actions and reactions in the Devil Realm would be projected here.
"Qianmian, is Fuya alright?"
Josiah sent a message to the Dark Elf who was taking care of Fuya in the Realm of Devils.
Today, during the first round, Fuya was still wrapped in her blanket. During the second round, the blanket was nowhere to be found.
Josiah understood that Fuya had removed her seal and was using her full strength to fight the Iron Caster.
However, Fuya still lost two rounds under such circumstances.
"Qianmian?"
Seeing that the Dark Elf did not reply, Josiah sent another message to her. Finally, Josiah sent a voice call request to the Dark Elf.
In less than three seconds, the Dark Elves approved the request.
"How are things on your side?"
Josiah came to a corner of the Hall of Silence and asked the Dark Elf in a low voice.
"Very good …"
The Dark Elf's reply to Josiah sounded like she had lost her cool.
"Princess Freya is in my arms."
The Dark Elf's words almost made Josiah want to inform Second Princess Cecily to capture her.
"After the third round, Fuya's condition is a little strange. Her body is trembling now, and her body temperature is not normal." The Dark Elf regained her composure after a brief moment of absent-mindedness.
"Brother …"
Fuya's voice suddenly came through the voice call. She seemed to have heard the conversation between Josiah and the Dark Elf.
"Fuya, are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Josiah immediately asked.
"No."
"Then the match will continue."
When communicating with Fuya, Josiah could only patiently try to understand her meaning. She spoke like a koala bear.
"I want to … change teammates," Fuya suddenly said.
Josiah could feel Fuya's fatigue from these four short words. The strength of the Iron Caster gave Fuya the most direct feeling of her own helplessness and the weakness of her teammates.
"It's already the last round of the finals. It's impossible to change teammates now. Also, don't underestimate your teammates. If we discuss tactics together, we will definitely be able to win the last round."
Josiah's consolation was met with Fuya's whimper of grievance.
"We can't win."
Fuya's voice was filled with helplessness and fear. If Josiah was here, he wouldn't mind giving his sister a hug to comfort her.
The Dark Elf comforted Fuya for almost half a minute before she returned to her seat and picked up the crystal mouse.
"I … don't want to lose."
Fuya's illusion suddenly spoke to the other players.
Except for the Venerated Skeleton, the other players were obviously stunned. Fuya did not communicate with them in the previous four rounds.
"I will try my best, Master Fuya!" Monet replied in an uncertain voice.
The last round of the finals finally kicked off at this moment. Josiah looked at the fireworks blooming in the night sky. It was estimated that the entire Noland was paying attention to this game.
… …
Messiah and Heroria sat together in the audience seat, watching the battlefield below.
"How much faith did she collect?"
The hood on Heroria's head hid her appearance well.
"A lot."
Messiah's time in the audience seat was used to observe other audiences. Since she sat in the audience seat, only a small part of the audience overflowed with red faith particles.
These believers were probably here to support Fuya and some players of the Land of Frost.
But since Fuya used Ash Knight, the hero, to turn the tide in the fourth round and completed the feat of turning the tables with 50 HP from the central crystal, Messiah also saw another new miracle.
That was, a scarlet wave suddenly broke out in the audience seat. Nearly two-thirds of the audience overflowed with scarlet faith power.
Fuya's performance in the fourth round was tantamount to the Land of Frost's national general. The people naturally gave Fuya the highest respect.
Messiah even saw the scarlet faith power in some people of the Nation of Steel. Probably for this country, any strong person deserved their respect. Fuya's performance in the fourth round could be described as a hero.
"Lady Heroria, do you still want to continue on the path of … esports?"
Messiah could understand that Heroria wrote a new song and uploaded it on the Magic Net Music as a saintess's job. Filming a movie was part of the scope of cultivating one's character. Participating in this game competition was definitely not a proper job for Messiah.
But at this moment, Fuya used practical actions to prove to Messiah that playing games well could also be respected and worshipped by others.
"It's too hard to give up … I'd better go back and write a few new songs." The competition between Heroria's Forgers and Fuya's Knights showed where the gap was.
"…"
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