Chapter 738
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"The resurrection scrolls for all members of the Fuya Knights have been bought once. The life value of the central crystal is no longer enough to support the destruction of the Iron Forger. Let us congratulate the Iron Forger for winning this game! The champion of the second Noland Holy Spirit Open is born! "
Brass Dragon announced the birth of the champion.
Monet quietly looked at the word "defeated" on the Magic Net interface. He only felt a chill all over his body. At this moment, he also stopped thinking.
"It's all my fault." Sophia suddenly said, "If that wave of team battle … didn't …"
"That wave of team battle? It's not just this problem. You made too many mistakes when confronting the Iron Forger in the early stage! "
The Venerated Skeleton was not like the Yellow Shirt Man who would give in to Sophia at any time. He mercilessly reprimanded Sophia for her mistakes.
Sophia wanted to refute the Light Chaser at this time and point out the other party's mistakes at the same time. But the next second, the Venerated Skeleton's words silenced everyone.
"I'll tell you the truth. Whether it is line matching, team cooperation, or hero proficiency, we are not as good as those guys from Steel Nation. Without Fuya, we would have lost long ago." The Venerated Skeleton looked back at Josiah as he said this, "Josiah, when is the next competition?"
"Maybe half a year or a year later."
Josiah knew the purpose of the Venerated Skeleton asking this question. She underestimated her opponent, which led to the failure of this game. This arrogant Lich Lord must win it back in a dignified manner.
"It's too long!"
"Well, the Holy Spirit Competition will be more standardized in the future. The types of competitions will also increase. It will be held once every three months at the earliest." Josiah said his plan, "And the Venerated Skeleton, if you really want to continue playing, the piano …"
"Playing with that old guy is just entertainment for me."
The Venerated Skeleton looked at the Iron Forger, who had stepped onto the arena and was performing the championship awarding ceremony and receiving the cheers of the audience.
"This is the second time I lost to those guys from Steel Nation, but there will never be a third time."
The Venerated Skeleton's life in the Demon Realm had entered the pace of retirement, and the Saint Spirit Battlefield rekindled her fighting spirit.
Josiah could only promise verbally that he would prepare for the next match as soon as possible.
All that was left for Josiah to do was to worry about Fuya's mental state. Josiah looked at where Fuya was. Her illusion had unknowingly turned into a wriggling quilt.
"Qianmian, how is Fuya now?"
Josiah immediately contacted the Dark Elves through voice communication.
"Princess Freya has been hiding in the quilt without saying a word, but wait … Light …"
"What light?"
Josiah didn't continue to question the Dark Elf. Instead, he ran out of the Hall of Silence and summoned the white cat to sit on his head.
The people outside the Hall of Silence weren't chanting the champion Ironforger's name. Almost everyone was chanting Fuya's name.
In Josiah's eyes, a large amount of dim white light floated into the sky and seemed to be gathering toward the starry sky in the distance.
These white lights were the power of faith from the audience.
Obviously, the final champion was the Ironforger, but the audience's attention, whether it was Steel Nation or the Land of Frost, was focused on Fuya.
As for the reason …
Josiah looked at Empress Yekana, who was standing on the award stage.
"My people, our knights defended the honor of Steel Nation, but this medal of the best player does not belong to us."
Empress Yekana held a medal similar to a medal in her hand. The championship trophy was made of the crystal of the World Tree, but Josiah was going to give this medal to the "best player in the match."
This was also the backup plan that Josiah prepared for Fuya. Who knew that the Empress took the initiative to praise Fuya before the award ceremony of the champion was over.
Even their own queen took the initiative to praise this player. The Steel Nation audience who felt that Fuya was good but didn't dare to praise due to the situation stood up and gave applause and cheers as a matter of course.
Thinking about it carefully, this was also the queen's scheming. Such an excellent player was defeated because her teammates were too bad. She would definitely have a grudge against her teammates.
At this time, Empress Yekana took the initiative to stand up for her. Any normal person would be inclined to the queen and then take the bait when she threw out an olive branch.
But the problem was that Fuya had entered the Quilt Spirit autistic mode. Whether she heard Empress Yekana's words was still a big problem.
Empress Yekana seemed to be the host of the competition at this moment, and Josiah didn't stop her.
The victory of this competition was the most important thing for the Demon Realm at this moment. The main thing was to collect the power of faith for Fuya.
After today's final, Josiah believed that the believers of Fuya's divine religion would spread like a virus among the Holy Ghost players.
Empress Yekana held the medal and looked at the Hall of Silence where Fuya was.
Josiah, who was standing outside the Hall of Silence, naturally became the object of her attention.
"Purple-robed man … please move Fu Ya's illusion to the podium."
Josiah could only inform the purple shirt's decision in a text message. The audience's attention was here. If he temporarily created an illusion of Fuya, it would probably be exposed directly.
In desperation, Josiah could only let the audience watch a bed and a wriggling quilt float to the podium.
"Qianmian, find a way to let Fuya show her face!"
Josiah said to the dark elf who was in the Demon Realm in a text message.
When the bed floated in front of Empress Yekana, the expression on her face froze for a moment.
Empress Yekana herself was a powerful spellcaster. She couldn't recognize the illusion created by the purple shirt from a distance, but she could see some clues at such a close distance.
Fortunately, Fuya finally popped her head out of the quilt under the dark elf's persuasion and looked at the dark elf in confusion.
"The honor of the best player should belong to you, Master Fuya." Empress Yekana didn't expose Josiah's trick in person. She just took the medal in her hand and said to the illusion of Fuya, "We, the Iron Casters, are willing to accept a powerful existence like you to join at any time."
In the end, Empress Yekana still extended an invitation to Freya's illusory self, which was equivalent to saying it to Josh.
"Next time … I won't lose."
Fuya seemed to hear what Empress Yekana said. She didn't accept the medal awarded by Empress Yekana. She left this sentence and went back into her quilt.
It seemed that she had been watching the live broadcast of the game during the time she was in the quilt.
The atmosphere on the field was a bit awkward. Josiah suddenly heard the voice of the purple shirt.
"Leave the aftermath to me."
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