Chapter 740
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He had lost.
Monet sat in the Soundless Hall, gasping for breath. This Chaos Devil's body was as heavy as a lead weight.
The cheers of the audience outside sounded like a deadly curse to Monet's ears.
"Sis … Sis …" Monet's voice was intermittent. He did not know what to say.
"It's time for us to leave, Monet."
Clary acted as if nothing had happened. She took over the control of the Chaos Demon's body. But when she clenched her hands, she realized that her arms were still stiff.
"We can't go anywhere! Sis, if we run away now … "
Monet's consciousness was in a mess. He was going crazy. He kept thinking about the possibility of escaping from the Chaos Demon.
"Escape? How? "
Clary's voice sounded self-deprecating. She looked at the Skeletal Grand Duke standing at the entrance of the Hall of Silence. The Skeletal Grand Duke could crush her and Monet's souls with a single finger.
"We … we …"
Monet was already incoherent, but Clary was very calm. She followed the other members of the Fuya Knights through the contestants' passage and all the way to the contestants' lounge.
At this moment, Clary felt that she was standing under the execution platform. The members of the Fuya Knights standing on both sides had become prison guards, and the audience was a crowd that had come to watch the execution.
Clary was surprisingly calm. She walked straight to the execution ground and saw the executioner, Josiah Yanorod, sitting on a chair.
"I'm surprised you didn't choose to escape."
Josiah touched the soul imprint on his palm. This action was no different from sharpening a knife in Clary's eyes.
"I hope you will keep your promise," Clary said in a low voice.
"Sis, what do you want? Josiah … "
Monet, who had been in a state of depression, suddenly understood his sister's plan. He struggled to regain control of his body and talk to Josiah, but Clary stopped him.
Monet had consumed too much soul energy in the Holy Spirit competition. He was no match for Clary now.
"Of course I will keep my promise. You lost this round of the Holy Spirit Competition, so according to the rules of the game, one of your souls will be erased." Josiah said.
Clary closed her eyes and tried to take a deep breath, but she couldn't taste the air. All Clary could see was the pulsating content on the Weave.
What Mo Nai said was right … Ever since she had the Weave, her life in the Demon Realm wasn't considered difficult or humiliating at all. She could happily play the Weave every day, but this kind of happy time had come to an end.
"My name is Clary. The one who has been using the White Goat in the Holy Spirit Tournament is my brother Monet. I have no value to you, so get rid of me," Clary said.
"An older sister and a younger brother? The Venerated Skeleton also confirmed that the male soul is dominant during the competition, but I refused. "Josiah's shake of the head made Clary's heart sink to the bottom.
"Why! Aren't you guys … "
Clary's composure completely collapsed at that moment.
"I have already said that after you lose the game, one of your souls will be erased randomly."
Josiah emphasized the word "random", then took out a Noland gold coin and showed it to Clary.
"Heads, you survive. Tails, your brother survives."
"I am of no use to you guys! Aren't you going to win the next Holy Spirit Tournament? Monet is very talented. As long as he continues to be trained, he will definitely defeat those Iron Casters. "
Clary loudly refuted Josiah's decision.
But Josiah didn't pay attention to her. The coin in his hand had been thrown into the air by Josiah with a crisp sound. Clary's pupils were fixed on the coin spinning in the air.
At this moment, Josiah felt that he had the demeanor of a two-faced person. But when Josiah was about to catch the coin with the back of his hand, the coin slipped from Josiah's hand and rolled all the way to the ground.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Clary didn't care that much. She stared at the coin rolling on the ground. The last part of the coin that was facing up was … the side with the staff.
Tails!
Clary instantly lost control and fell to the ground. Josiah picked up the coin and showed the tails to Clary.
"Please …" Clary clenched her teeth. She decided to gamble on her dignity and plead with the demon. But before she could finish her words, a stranger's voice came from the door.
"Josiah, the queen of the Iron Nation invited us to a celebratory feast. Do you want to freeload tonight?"
Hiri poked her head out of the door and looked at the tense atmosphere in the lounge.
"Wait, I'll be right there."
Josiah came to Clary and half-squatted down. This chaos demon had no tears, but from her expression, Josiah could see that the soul residing in her … was on the verge of emotional collapse.
"You are a good sister," Josiah handed the coin to the chaos demon and said, "so please continue."
After Josiah finished this, he stood up and prepared to walk out of the lounge.
Clary raised her head in surprise and looked left and right.
Could it be that the executioner changed? Clary didn't see the figure of the Venerated Skeleton. Instead, it was the Blood Clan, Pester, who ran to his side.
"We seem to be going to the Iron Nation's banquet. Stand up quickly."
"Banquet?" Clary immediately turned around and shouted at Josiah, "Josiah Yanorod!"
She didn't know where she got the courage to stop Josiah with her voice. Josiah really stopped his footsteps. The expression on his face seemed to be asking, "What are you doing?"
"The punishment of that game …" Clary kept reminding him not to say anymore, but she still asked subconsciously.
"I lied to you. I'm a demon … Isn't it normal for demons to lie in your mind?" Josiah waved his hand and said.
"Your brother, Monet, performed very well. The finals were very exciting … In short, I had a great time watching it. But you are still prisoners of the Demon Realm. As for the way to get rid of your captive status, I'll talk to you at the banquet. I'm starving."
Clary listened to Josiah's answer in silence. Then, she stared dully at the back of Josiah and Hiri as they left, holding the coin in her hand tightly.
"Sure enough, that guy is a strange demon," Clary muttered to herself in her mind.
"Sister, stop looking. He seems to already have a girl he likes."
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