Chapter 407 Advance to the semi-finals! Anubis's heart weighs, Yeats's realm of light! (Big Chapter)
"Are you going to duel with Anubis' chosen one in the next round?"
At Sapphire Manor, Gray wrinkled her face and said worriedly when she learned the news Yeats brought back from the palace:
"The top eight have encountered opponents of this level..."
"Nephtis Kamala, a warlock who controls the power of death, has the blessing of Anubis... From this point of view, she has the confidence to enter the finals." Hilud analyzed together.
Anubis, also known as the Kobold...ahem, also known as the Desert Death.
In a duel with the God of Death in the desert, you need to be prepared for the opponent to pull out some strange things...
If you are exposed to debuffs such as "withering", your physical strength and energy will become sluggish and weak.
For men, this is a huge blow!
Yeats rubbed his chin, thinking about how to play... [Moon River], Yeats planned to hide it until the finals, because the moonlight divinity stored in Moon River needs to be gradually restored by the changing of the moon phases.
After using [Moon River] to destroy the maelstrom monster last time, the moon divinity contained in it has not yet returned to its peak state. It can be saved for the finals and used as a trump card.
And [Blessing·Moon Surge Tianhe] can be used once a week at present, and can be used to confront Anubis's Divine Choice.
However, Yeats was worried that just one move, "Moon Surges the River", would not be enough to defeat Nephthys.
"The opponent must focus on studying my past duels... Mr. Bei's [Blade of Behemoth] can be used in this duel, and it can catch the opponent off guard."
Yeats thought to himself: "As for restraining the blessing of Anubis, the little god of death, we should use the [Lyre of Light]!"
The divinity of light extremely restrains the power of death.
Many spells that contain the power of death will melt like ice and snow in the sun when bathed in the music played by the lyre.
It is said that there was a grudge between the goddess of death and the god of light.
Yeats is not planning to investigate for the time being...what if something is really found out?
In short, the main focus is on a backhand restraint, using the divinity of light to break the death spell!
"Yeats, the game is about to start in the afternoon... have you thought of a countermeasure?" Gray asked with concern.
Yeats said calmly: "Don't worry, watch me beat the dog's head with a stick!"
The purple-red piggy raised its head buried in the food bowl.
Behemoth raised his head arrogantly and roared: "Ouch!"
What desert death? Look at me beating it until it howls!
Roland Arena.
Duel Conference, Quarterfinals.
The magnificent circular Colosseum was filled with spectators on all sides, and there were a large number of spectators filing in through the arches lined with stairs. Common people dressed in linen, wealthy businessmen in brocade silk and satin, nobles in red robes... tens of thousands of spectators, forming a shocking sound!
The distinguished royal seats are located at the best position of the field of vision. The red velvet curtains cover the stands. The gold king chairs are covered with luxurious satin. Louis, with golden curly hair, wears a crown and puts one hand on his cheek, looking at the arena. .
All the warm cheers and all the passionate shouts did not make any waves in the proud eyes. Louis picked up the engraved gold cup handed over by the maid and took a sip of red wine, with a hint of boredom in his voice:
"Duke Honeysuckle...and the Chosen One of Anubis...when will they appear?"
Among the senior officials, generals, and cronies standing next to Louis, a gray-haired minister respectfully said:
"Your Majesty, the two duelists are ready in the preparation room. The quicksand will run out in five minutes, and they will go out to fight at that time!"
Under the sunlight, a crystal hourglass was placed in the center of the arena. The golden frame shone brightly. The quicksand gradually fell from above to below. When the last grain of quicksand fell into the pile of sand at the bottom, a strange mana wave was invisible. Spread, triggering loud bells!
Dang, Dang——
War preparation room.
The arena manager was respectful, looked at the girl who was sitting quietly meditating, and whispered:
"Lord Nephthys Kamala, it's your turn to appear!"
The girl didn't seem to hear the call, sitting still like a statue.
Her skin is dark brown after years of sun exposure, her facial features are deep, her eyelashes are long, her hair is like black satin, and she wears gold animal ear jewelry on her head.
Most of the gods in the Kingdom of Horus are beasts with human bodies. Beasts have a high status in this kingdom, and nobles will choose to decorate themselves with beast accessories.
Gold and desert are the most famous symbols of the southern continent.
Due to the arid and hot climate, the clothing in the Kingdom of Horus was light and thin, and sandals made of sedge were mostly used. Even the chairs were invented by the Horus people... The reason was that the sun was hot and sitting on the ground was easy to burn, so the earliest invention was invented. seats.
The king of the Horus people was called Pharaoh. In order to express their supreme worship to the Pharaoh, the Horus people would kneel down and kiss the toes of the Pharaoh.
As a Roland person, the steward found this unbelievable... Roland knights are noble and romantic, how could they behave in such a way that belittles themselves?
Nephthys is covered in an elegant white gauze robe. There is a golden belt around the waist of the robe, which outlines her slender waist. A string of scarab-shaped necklaces hangs from her slender neck, and she holds a necklace in her hand. The scepter, the jackal head on the top of the scepter, is exactly the same as the statue of Anubis.
Her temperament is very rare in the Western Continent, and she seems to have a strange gravitational pull, like a black hole, firmly attracting the attention of others.
The arena manager couldn't help but be stunned, and carefully looked at the animal ear-shaped jewelry on her head, and then confirmed that she was not an Isu tribe with animal characteristics, but a human.
"Lord Nephthys Kamala...it's time for you to wake up..." the steward called again.
suddenly.
The girl opened her eyes.
The manager was stunned, his eyes were shocked, what kind of breathtaking eyes were they? As deep and mysterious as the night, as deep as the River Styx!
When she closed her eyes, it was like a black pearl in the desert. However, when she woke up, the majesty and coldness revealed in her eyes made people surrender from the soul!
The steward's eyes moved down and landed on Nephthys' feet.
The toes exposed by the sandals are delicate and shiny. Different from the deep skin color, the instep of the feet looks white and the toes are white and rosy.
His Adam's apple rolled, and he wished he could kneel down and kiss the toes of Anubis' chosen god!
Buzz——
Nephthys's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light.
The manager seemed to have his mind controlled, his expression dull, and he turned into a walking corpse like a mummy.
Holding her scepter, she stood up without even looking at the steward. Her profile was aloof and indifferent, and she walked straight to the passage where the cheers were deafening——
Weak people are not qualified to pay respect to Anubis.
Nephthys held the golden scepter, her black pearl-like eyes shimmered with deep light, revealing a hint of hidden expectation, and murmured to herself:
"Yeats Berandi...The Moon God's Choice..."
The moon is of great significance in the Southern Continent.
The Moonlight Knight of the Southern Continent is the guardian of the tomb, and his lofty status can be compared with that of the Sun Guards who guard the pyramids!
"I have heard the flow of the River Styx, and the cold wind of death will swallow up all light...whether it is sunlight or moonlight..."
Nephthys closed her eyes gently. The jackal head on the top of the scepter and the ruby-carved eyes shone with light. It seemed to be the scepter of Anubis, protecting Nephthys. Open your mouth.
Da, da, da——
The footsteps echoed in the long corridor, and the whispers were like the chanting of ancient spells.
"Listen to the whispers from the dead, chosen by the moon, and then pay respect to the gods..."
in the arena.
The cheers were like a tsunami, giving warm cheers to the figure appearing in the passage!
An extraordinarily handsome silver-haired boy slowly walked out of the shadows. He was tall and tall, wearing silver-white light armor. His eyebrows were deep and three-dimensional under the sunlight, and he showed a friendly smile.
Even viewers who support Nephthys have to admit that this young man is handsome.
Gawain, the Sun Knight, the origin of the term Prince Charming, is now embodied in the Duke of Honeysuckle!
The sun was shining brightly, and in the dazzling sunlight, Yeats saw a figure walking slowly towards the other end of the contestants' tunnel.
Anubis' chosen one, Nephthys Kamala!
Yeats was amazed by the unearthly temperament of this black pearl beauty. The tall figure of a model and the long, shiny black hair gave her an extremely high-end beauty.
And she exudes an aura that cannot be underestimated, and her cold eyes reveal the majesty of a superior, solemn, solemn, and mysterious...
However, the gold animal ear jewelry in the hair is quite cute, Yeats thought, she is still a girl with dog ears!
The two faced off quietly in the arena, waiting for the golden hourglass to ring the second bell, which heralded the official start of the war.
Eyes and aura are invisibly clashing in the creative field, the atmosphere is tense, and the air seems to have become sticky.
Nephthys nodded gently, with a solemn expression, and said in greeting:
"Moonlight Divine Chosen, I have heard the name for a long time."
Most Roland people call Yeats the God of Art. This is because King Roland admired art, which led to the popular worship of the goddess of art among the people. The Horus believed in the sun and the moon, so Nephthys named Yeats the Moonlight God to show respect for him.
Yeats returned the compliment and said:
"Why did Anubis send you to intervene in the Western Continent? You are not here for the championship, are you?"
Nephthys's eyes showed a look of contemplation, and she said slowly:
"I am here because of the guidance of my natal chart and the impermanent thread of fate, which reveals my trajectory. Just like a grain of sand in the torrent, I can only come here..."
Yeats was surprised that Nephthys seemed to have abilities related to fate?
The next moment, Yeats realized...it was more about divination than fate. Anubis is also very knowledgeable about mysticism. Mysterious knowledge such as astrolabe, tarot, and crystal ball are the foundation of the foundation for Nephthys.
Through divination, Nephthys came into contact with the thread of fate, and followed the guidance of fate to a foreign land... Yeats couldn't help but become curious and said:
"Did you predict the outcome of this duel?"
Nephthys did not answer, her eyes flickered, and she whispered:
"I have to defeat you in order to drive away the fog covering the river bank and see the way forward clearly!"
Translated into adult language, it is estimated that the destiny related to me cannot be divined... Yeats coughed lightly... The power of the Silver Sword is here. This thing was not even divined by the God King back then, and let it steal the chicken and kill the light. God!
What's more, as a time traveler, destiny does not exist in the threads of the spinning wheel of destiny. Nephthys' tone seemed a little anxious, probably because she was worried that the direction of destiny would be affected by me...
"Interesting." Yeats raised his lips, "I'll give you a chance to challenge!"
Dangdang——
The bell symbolizing the start of the duel suddenly rang!
The air seemed to be ignited in an instant, and hot air currents stirred up on the scene. Dry gravel rose from the ground and rubbed quickly, sparks and heat waves burst out. The sand and dust suddenly swept across the entire site!
Uncontrollable exclamations erupted from the scene.
She had already finished casting the spell without even noticing Nephthys' movements!
The reason why mages are at a disadvantage in melee combat is because many mages need to chant spells and have a long casting lead, which will give knights an opportunity to break through head-on.
However, Nephthys only needed one breath to summon this violent sandstorm!
'Sandstorm' and 'Molten Sand', the combination of two six-ring spells, turned into a crimson sandstorm. A huge heat wave surged in the storm, raging and attacking, igniting the air, directly covering the entire place, turning the leaves Swallowed by Zhi!
Phew——
Witnessing the power of this natural disaster, the audience in the arena's stands showed shocked expressions.
The mages from the Mages Guild who came to observe were even more stunned.
It’s less than a round since the beginning! She was so generous with her magic power in casting spells. Did she cast spells without considering the cost? !
The rolling sandstorm was like a galloping horse, covering the sky.
In the dim world, Yeats's calm inquiry came:
"This is not the magic school you are best at, so why bother testing it?"
Sandstorms are the power of storms! The Storm Cult of the Kingdom of Horus worships the power of nature deep in the desert!
However, this is not the power of Anubis. Death is his real authority!
The power of the sandstorm may seem astonishing, but it is not Nephthys's specialty. After being told this, her eyes flashed slightly and she said calmly:
"Then please calm down the anger of the desert first, Moonlight Divine Chosen!"
A cloud of mist surged up in Yeats's palm. Wrapped in this gray-white mist, Yeats' palm penetrated into the vast dust and "disappeared" directly!
Blessing, the hand of stealing magic!
Nephthys was startled, but when he pulled out his hand, there was an earthy yellow rune and a fiery red rune hovering in his palm!
These two runes are the embodiment of the principles of two high-level spells!
Yeats used the 'hand of stealing magic' to temporarily understand the principles of these two spells, and then crushed them with a 'click'.
Yeats used the principles of these two spells in reverse and pressed down with his backhand.
I saw that the dust in the sky was weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"Stop the wind!" Yeats shouted.
The sky was filled with sandstorms and everything was clear!
This backhand scene caused a lot of exclamations in the audience.
"Duke Honeysuckle, he also knows the storm spell?!"
"No...it's like a sudden enlightenment!"
"Study now and sell it now? What an amazing talent!"
After Yeats became a six-ring trickster, the [Spell Stealing Hand] he obtained from Daisy could not completely use the other party's spells for his own use, and there was a time limit.
But using the same principle to calm this sandstorm is more than enough!
Nephthys's eyes flickered... Sure enough, he couldn't be taken down by storm spell alone.
"So, the sound coming from the underworld...have you heard it?"
The lips of the dark-skinned beauty moved, the black pearl-like eyes flashed with deep light, and the mind-blowing spell of control [Whispers from the Underworld] echoed directly in Yeats's ears!
Yeats retaliated with an eye for an eye, and the [Thousand Illusion Eyes] also activated the 'Control Spell·Domination Spell', his eyes lit up with deep purple light, and he ruthlessly mocked:
"Comparing illusions with me, you are still too immature!"
After a round of confrontation, neither side gained any advantage.
As a warlock, Nephthys has extremely powerful mental power and can rely on the divinity of death to arouse fear deep in the target's heart, creating a terrifying scene.
But how can the Mist Chosen be afraid of illusions?
When Yeats' control technique fell on Nephthys, the Anubis scepter in her hand lit up with a golden light, blocking out the illusion.
Inexplicably, this seemed to trigger some mechanism left by the goddess of the mist, and Daisy's voice automatically popped up in Yeats' ears.
"The spell casting failed! If you want to strengthen the illusion, please praise and pray for the goddess of the mist!"
"Maybe I will help you~ Give it to my dear Mist God's Chosen, stay."
Yeats had a dark look on his face, "You've already expected that I would fail to cast an illusion, right?"
at the same time.
Nephthys was secretly embarrassed. She didn't expect that the opponent's mental power could actually match her own. Not only did she ignore her own magic control spell, she also tried to counterattack an entire army!
She raised the scepter with the wolf's head carved in her hand and waved it gently. A burst of black air carried the breath of withering and decay, forming a biting cold wind and hitting Yeats!
Looking carefully, there are hundreds of undead in the chaotic black airflow, opening their bloody mouths and letting out soul-stirring roars!
An existence older than the legendary Warcraft, the condor [Wither Wind] standing on the World Tree in the First Era has a legendary spell of the same name.
This spell contains the law of death, which can make everything it touches wither and turn into decay!
The spell 'Wind of Death' cast by Nephthys contains part of the power of the withering wind. The cold breath of death seems to put the entire arena in the dark night of winter!
Yeats tried to spread the wings of the God of Poetry, fly away from the range of the 'Wind of Death', and once again used the astonishingly powerful 'Ten Thousand Arrows', but his heart sank and he looked down at his legs.
His legs were tightly entangled by a black shadow - a pool of water appeared on the ground beneath his feet unknowingly, and the area of the pool expanded rapidly, with deep water flowing slowly.
As the river flows, gray mist quickly spreads.
This is not the power of shadow, but the power from the Styx!
Spell: Styx Touch!
Yeats hissed... This spell is silent. The river water will spread from the ground in the form of a black shadow, binding the enemies it touches. It is an extremely difficult death spell!
At the same time, Yeats felt that power was rapidly draining from his body, and it became more difficult to lift his fingers!
not good.
Yeats said it was terrible in his heart.
I am really weak now!
Nephthys stood outside the expanding River Styx, holding a scepter in hand, staring coldly at Yeats in the center of the pool, and said majestically:
"Human beings cannot escape from the River Styx, just like they cannot escape fate. No matter how hard you struggle, you will be entangled in the river, and the outcome is determined!"
Zheng!
The iron chain, as fast as lightning, attacks Nephthys!
Nephthys' eyes were startled, and he subconsciously stretched out the scepter, but the iron chain was directly tied to the scepter!
Buzz——
The jackal head statue on the top of the scepter has red eyes carved from rubies.
A majestic will forced Nephthys to firmly hold the scepter in his hand!
The scepter of Anubis is the source of Nephthys' power and the symbol of God's choice. There is no way Yeats can take this scepter away from her!
But Yeats took advantage of this and used the Locks of the Wild Hunt to wrap around the scepter of Anubis, and with the help of Nephthys' power, he broke free from the River Styx!
Banglanglang——
The chains quickly closed, and Yeats' body was freed from the River Styx!
Nephthys's eyes flashed with surprise.
Watching Yeats break free from the River Styx with the help of chains and leap over the arena!
He actually broke free from the shackles of Styx?
Nephthys was in disbelief.
Or even... was it achieved by borrowing my power?
Looking up at Yeats flying under the sky, Nephthys's eyes slowly became firm.
That's it... The impermanence of fate has destined things in the world that cannot be destined...
This statement seems contradictory. Yeats, the chosen one who bears the fate of the gods but is not entangled by fate, is exactly the manifestation of impermanence!
"Interesting."
The tall beauty like black pearls had a smile on her lips for the first time.
"I give you permission to kiss my toes in honor of the god Anubis!"
The River Styx is still spreading further.
The ground has become a forbidden zone for life.
This water of the Styx summoned from the underworld is one of the blessings Nephthys received from Anubis!
Yeats was suspended high in the sky, staring at Nephthys standing on the water of the Styx, with the bright moonfire burning on his body!
"Moonlight can dispel even the shadow of death——"
Yeats raised his palm, with the bright moonlight divinity brewing in it, and shouted:
"The moon surges over the Tianhe River!!"
Buzz——
A bright beam of moonlight rushed from Yeats's palm to the sky above the arena. The sky was surging with wind and clouds. The day slowly dimmed. A satin-like moon river lay across the heads of everyone, emitting a bright moonlight and bringing incomparable The sense of oppression!
The entire audience looked up with moved expressions, and there was a hissing sound.
Yeats seemed to have reversed day and night on his own! !
Nephthys's eyes reflected the brilliant moonlight, and she was also moved by it.
Being chosen by the Moonlight God means having unparalleled attainments in the Moonlight genre. Nephthys also wants to know whether the change of life and death can break the eternal moonlight!
Nephthys opened her arms, her eyes were bright, and her tone was hopeful, and she said:
"Come! Knight under the moonlight! Let me witness your glory!"
The Styx River surged under her feet, and dark shadows rose from the river. Their shapes were blurry and their faces could not be seen clearly, looking like dead souls. This group of undead guarding the River Styx stretched out their palms and released a cold and dark death ray. This strange scene did not contain any resentment of necromancy, as if these undead were willing to defend Anubis. !
For people in the Kingdom of Horus, death is not the end of life, but the continuation of life. All Horus people are preparing for death as soon as they are born, and the same is true for the Pharaoh. The most important thing for a Pharaoh is Just build a mausoleum pyramid for yourself!
Death is a gentle return home, and it is the glory of the undead to fight for the gods after death!
The Styx guards under Nephthys looked directly at the Moon River in the sky, and their boiling fighting spirit made the Styx begin to surge!
"As you wish!!"
Yeats's eyes were stern, and he pressed his palm down with his backhand.
The moonlight falls like a waterfall from the sky, carrying the surging moonlight divinity, and a large number of moonlight flakes shine in the arena. When the Moon River began to fall, the rumbling buzzing made the audience's eyes tremble, as if they were admiring a miracle! In the stands, Archmage Megan of the Mages Guild could not help but exhale and sighed.
In just three years, Yeats has become one of the strongest men on the entire continent!
At the same moment,.
The guards in the Styx looked up at the falling Moon River and roared!
Boom! !
A deafening roar sounded, and the moon waterfall falling from the sky collided with the Styx River. A large number of Styx guards melted in the moonlight, the divinity stirred, and a terrifying explosion occurred. Even the barrier had slight cracks!
On the throne, Louis stood up and looked at the center of the arena. He saw dust billowing, and the violent aftermath blew Yeats and Nephthys away at the same time.
The eyes of the ministers, nobles and generals surrounding Louis flashed with deep alarm.
This is the first time I have seen His Majesty be so out of sorts!
Perhaps, these two powerful men from foreign countries have threatened the dominance of the Roland Kingdom!
Bang!
There are cracks all over the field, and the stone platform that can withstand a master-level attack has cracked.
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Two figures fell to the field at the same time.
There was silence. The audience witnessed the confrontation between the two strongest men from the mainland. They held their breath and waited quietly for who would stand up first!
In the stands.
Hastings, who was wearing black armor, crossed his arms and spoke in a low voice with a trace of regret.
"The two strong men... it's a pity that they are heretics."
Both the Styx River and the Moon River had turned into broken divinities and gradually dispersed, leaving only a messy site. The silent breeze blew across the battlefield, and the two men stood up unsteadily, their eyes meeting in mid-air, and their eyes showed admiration at the same time.
"You are worthy of being chosen by the Moonlight God." Nephthys said softly, "You have single-handedly covered your destiny with an unknown veil..."
Prophets believe that everything in this world is destined, and as long as they predict it in advance, they can deduce everything.
However, Nephthys saw the impermanence of fate from Yeats.
"Admit defeat." Yeats said, "Your injuries are much more serious than mine."
As soon as he finished speaking, Nephthys coughed up a mouthful of blood, but a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth:
"You are full of mystery... Because of this, I am eager to see your heart..."
The flames ignited in her palms again, and the golden scepter in her hand was pressed a little harder to the ground.
Dang——
Centered on the point of contact between the scepter and the field, a layer of invisible ripples spread rapidly, and an oppressive and heavy aura enveloped the entire arena!
In an instant.
A dark storm gathered on the field.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, Nephthys's black hair danced in the wind, her eyes were empty, and the Anubis scepter in her hand released an even brighter light!
Rumble——
The ground shook, and behind Nephthys, a huge virtual image nearly a hundred feet high gradually rose up.
"What is that?!" Unable to conceal the exclamation from the stands.
"Giant familiar? Or a spell?"
"My God, that is the god of the Southern Continent, the statue of Anubis!!"
Some people in the audience even fainted on the spot, the people were silent, and the mages were shocked when they faced the unknown territory!
The huge virtual image showed a wolf-headed body, majestic and noble, dragging a huge scale in its hand, standing firm in the dark storm of death!
A strange color flashed in Louis' eyes...The statue of Anubis? ! It is formed by the embodiment of the divinity of death, and it actually already has the prototype of a domain!
Zuan Ya exclaimed: "She can even summon the statue of Anubis? It's like ascending to become a god!"
Yeats looked up at the huge virtual image behind Nephthys with mixed emotions. Where did this come from?
Dharma, heaven and earth?
The next moment, the statue of Anubis stretched out its giant palm and penetrated Yeats's chest!
Yeats was stunned for a moment, not noticing the pain at all.
The statue of Anubis took out a still-beating heart from Yeats's chest and placed it on the scale in his hand.
On the other end of the scale, Anubis placed a feather.
Feathers and hearts are at opposite ends of the scale.
As if wrestling, tilting back and forth!
"The souls of sinners will eventually be swallowed up by endless darkness..."
In the storm of death, Nephthys's black hair danced in the wind, her voice was ethereal, and she solemnly said:
"This is the blessing of God Anubis - heart weighing!!"
Facing the huge statue of Anubis rising from the ground, Yeats's ears rang Mammon's solemn reminder.
"During Anubis' rituals, the weight of the heart will be weighed and considered to be lighter or heavier than the feathers that symbolize reality... If the heart is heavier than the feathers, it will be severely damaged, and even the soul may be devoured!"
Yeats put his hand on his chest and could still feel the vivid heartbeat. He then looked at the heart of the statue of Anubis holding a scale, his eyes slightly condensed and he said:
"So, the heart that was taken away was just an illusion?"
Mammon said solemnly: "Yes, this is a spiritual test. Those who do not have strong souls will tremble with fear due to the crimes they have committed. In the end, their hearts will be overwhelmed and they will burst and die!"
"You may feel palpitations, uneasy, and uneasy now, and you may start to repent because of your past..." Mammon said solemnly, "That's just the effect of the ritual! Don't panic, just rely on your willpower to hold on until the end of the trial. OK! ”
Yeats said: "But I didn't feel anything?"
Mammon was stunned and said in astonishment: "How could you not be affected by this blessing?"
Yeats said innocently: "I really don't feel anything... That ritual doesn't seem to work for me!"
How is this possible? Mammen was in disbelief, and suddenly thought of a possibility.
"Your soul is tougher than ordinary people. In addition, the light divinity and mistletoe in your soul realm have a restraining effect on the death divinity - this Anubis statue is composed of the death divinity. It’s exactly what you want!”
Mammon said quickly: "The ceremony has just begun now, and the impact on you will be minimal, but the statue must be destroyed as soon as possible to prevent the impact from getting worse!"
Facing the patiently teaching Mammon, Yeats felt moved and couldn't help but ask:
"Mammon, how do you know so much?"
Mammon said proudly: "The thirst for knowledge is also a kind of greed!"
The violent black storm is still hovering in the arena. The huge statue of Anubis has a majestic and solemn expression, giving humans an endless sense of oppression. The scale in its hand and the heart gradually sink, and the expression of the statue of Anubis also Become more indifferent!
At the same time, Yeats felt that breathing was gradually becoming difficult, and he realized that he had to act quickly and could not let the ceremony continue!
At the eye of the storm, Nephthys Kamala's eyes regained some clarity, staring at the heart of the balance section, with a hint of emotion in her tone.
"Your soul is indeed so tenacious. Is this the soul you have honed by contending with fate..."
"However, disrespecting God is a kind of blasphemy and must be paid for with a price!"
Nephthys' scepter hit the ground again, and the tilt of the scales intensified. Yeats coughed out a mouthful of blood and felt as if his heart was being squeezed by a hand!
The cold breath of death lingers around Yeats. Deep in the realm of the soul, a seed of light and divinity shines brightly in the withering cold wind!
Yeats' eyes flashed, and he stretched out his palm, and a sacred and elegant golden lyre appeared in his palm!
The soft golden light is like the morning light shrouding Yeats. Bathed in this golden light, the cold breath is gradually resolved!
On the throne, the corners of Lewis' lips curled up slightly.
As I expected...the Lyre of Light is Yeats's greatest support against the god Anubis!
That strange brilliance attracted Nephthys' attention. A strange color appeared on her solemn face, her pupils shrank slightly, and she said incredulously:
"Light...Lyre?"
For a moment, Nephthys looked stunned, with a lot of questions lingering in his mind.
Isn't he the chosen one of the Moon God? How could he have the inheritance of the God of Light! ?
The God of Light has long since fallen. The God of Light is extremely rare in this continent, but it possesses a brilliance that is brighter and more powerful than moonlight and sunlight!
Don't give him the chance to play the music!
Nephthys made a quick decision.
This artifact is too restrained from Anubis' blessing!
As the scale tilted, Yeats's heart beat faster, and the blood all over his body surged, like an exploding drumbeat!
The mistletoe on the tree of life actively releases a ray of light and divinity, which falls into Yeats's soul realm, just like a drop of nectar dripping into the water, creating golden ripples!
Suddenly, Yeats's eyes burned with golden light, and he strummed the bright lyre with random hands. A melodious and crisp sound of nature caused an astonishing phenomenon in the arena!
The verdant green grass spreads all around, the air is filled with the fragrance of birds and flowers, and the warm morning sun pours down, full of vitality!
This is the illusion woven by Yeats based on the fairyland [Avalon] and combined with music. With the help of the light divinity, it already has the prototype of a realm!
Nephthys' eyes were shocked, and he saw that the dark storm that filled the sky gradually stopped due to the spread of this green grassland.
Vines, wildflowers, green grass... spring plants spread along the ankles of the statue of Anubis towards his body, gradually restricting his movements, and even the scales in his hands became motionless!
How is this possible? !
Anubis' heart weighing test was forcibly interrupted!
Nephthys breathed heavily and looked at the young man in disbelief. He saw him floating in mid-air, his body shining with golden light, like a holy miracle appearing!
The eyes of the entire arena were focused on Yeats, and the audience did not even dare to blink for fear of missing this amazing scene!
Nephthys looked up in confusion, her black gem eyes flashing with complex expressions of awe, appreciation, and disbelief.
Moonlight, art? Maybe these are not the genres he is really good at!
Brightness, this long-lost belief in the mainland, is his biggest trump card!
"This is really... a beautiful brilliance..."
Nephthys admired from the bottom of his heart.
Amidst the melodious melody, Yeats stared at Anubis, who was as stiff as a sculpture, and calmly stretched out his palms forward.
In the palm of his hand, a purple-red flame surged, and the flame quickly extended and turned into a huge blade with an astonishing length!
Yeats' eyes were piercing, and he held the "Blade of Behemoth" with both hands. A raging fire ignited in his palms. The flames spread along the hilt to the thick sword body. The blade, as bright as frost and snow, suddenly flashed with a dazzling red light. !
Bang!
Under the shocked gaze of the entire audience, the young Duke mobilized his fighting spirit and rushed towards the statue of Anubis like a cannonball. After approaching the statue that was bound by plants, his figure suddenly grew three feet taller!
Standing above the head of the statue, the Honeysuckle Duke shouted loudly, raised the giant blade high, and struck it down like a thunderbolt! !
boom! !
The statue of Anubis is visibly frozen and motionless.
Immediately, the sword power exerted on the virtual statue suddenly erupted, and the flames were accompanied by a series of explosions. Amidst the roar, the statue quickly disintegrated and shattered into a radiance that filled the sky!
Rumble——
Even Hastings, who was watching on the scene, couldn't help but take a deep breath.
This statue of a god nearly a hundred feet high was cut in two by Yeats just like this!
Nephthys was already at the end of her strength, but she suffered a backlash at this moment. Her face was as pale as paper, and she fell to the ground. She looked deeply at Yeats, then turned around and fell into a coma!
The arena floor was full of spider web-like cracks.
Pat--
Yeats fell to the ground, with his back to the audience, his broken cloak fluttering in the wind, and the giant blade in his hand disappeared.
The dust from the explosion gradually dispersed.
There was dead silence.
The audience was still silent in the spectacular scene just now.
Dang, Dang——
The bell rings for the end of the game.
The audience came back to their senses, looked excited, and gave them applause and shouts like a mountain and a tsunami!
The Chosen God of Anubis from the Southern Continent is definitely the best among humans on the Midgard Continent!
However, in this land, the Duke of Honeysuckle, who holds the title chosen by many gods, is still superior! !
"Praise the Moon Goddess, praise Lord Yeats!"
"Oh my God, that long knife is too rough, but the Duke's elegance makes up for it!"
“I can’t imagine that this is a contest between the strongest humans!”
In the royal stands, Louis smiled and actively applauded.
The ministers around him exchanged glances and applauded Duke Honeysuckle.
He is obviously an envoy from a foreign country, but he won the victory. Your Majesty should not be so happy...
But no matter what, this duel between the chosen gods demonstrates the grace of the gods and can also suppress the arrogance of the Holy See!
In the stands, Hastings, dressed in black armor, looked deeply at Yeats, then turned and left.
The strength of Nephthys really exceeded my expectations.
As for Yeats...has he also reached the bottleneck of the sanctuary...
interesting.
Off-site measures are no longer necessary.
The eyes under Hastings's helmet were burning with fierce fighting intent.
Just tell the difference in the arena and prove to the Pope... what is true power!
The duel ends.
It ended with Yeats advancing to the semi-finals.
Nephthys's entourage rushed forward in a panic, using a unicorn demon pet to carry the Lord Chosen back to him for emergency medical treatment.
Yeats held on to his dignity and waited until he reached the exit, then coughed up blood and limped around.
Gray and Herod rushed forward and asked Yeats's injury with concern.
Yeats shook his head and said that all his injuries were superficial injuries. He forced a smile and said:
"Thanks to me for maxing out the spell resistance against the soul...otherwise, Anubis's blessing would be a bit of a headache!"
Previously, the clone of the Jealous Demon God broke into Yeats's soul realm and was directly killed by the Silver Sword. Its consciousness also nourished Yeats's soul.
On the other hand, Yeats's panel could have effectively resolved the spells aimed at the soul.
Mainly Nephthys' blessing is not a pure soul attack, but relies on the divinity of death, so the panel cannot work.
Yeats secretly became more thoughtful and felt that he could take the initiative to put other people's souls into his own soul realm and fish for law enforcement!
Herod hugged Yeats, patted his shoulders gently, and said in a broad voice:
"The semi-finals won't be held until next week. During this period, you can take a good rest."
"Since Yeats is injured, let me cook!" Gray was eager to give it a try.
"Reject, let the dialing robot do it." Yeats said calmly.
"What should I say?" Mammon took the initiative to take credit from Yeats, "Remind you of the weakness of the statue of Anubis...I must have helped a lot in this duel!"
"Not bad." Yeats smiled slightly and said, "Please eat parfait ice cream and jelly!"
Mammon licked the corner of her mouth and said, "I want ten cups!"
Behemoth also shook his tail triumphantly and said: "Ouch~!"
When you are full, you will have strength, and you can chop down that big guy in one go! I also ate a lot of divinity out of it!
Yeats was surprised, glanced at Behemoth, and found that after this duel, Behemoth's power had indeed increased!
As a gluttonous monster, divinity can naturally be devoured and converted into nutrients needed by the body. Yeats was originally worried that the divinity of death would threaten Behemoth, but after inspection, he found that his worries were completely unnecessary.
Dear Mr. Bei, it tastes delicious!
"Your Excellency the Duke!"
In the player tunnel, Violet, the leader of the Dragon Eagle Knights, walked towards him with a smile on his face and deep admiration in his tone.
"What a wonderful duel! Even His Majesty was surprised when he saw you cut off the statue with one sword!"
"So, King Roland sent you here?"
"Yes, here is the storage bag that His Majesty ordered me to prepare for you. Inside is the six-ring magic potion and medicinal materials for healing." Violet said, "Your Majesty hopes that you can recover as soon as possible so as not to affect the next time." A battle!”
Yeats took the storage bag, looked at it, and was stunned. The magic potion given by Louis is of great value and has an excellent healing effect. He can recover without leaving any hidden dangers within three days.
I don’t know if this is the wealth brought by the Mammon ring, or it is a gift from Louis as a friend...
Yeats accepted it calmly and said: "Thank you Your Majesty for me!"
Night falls.
On that day, Yeats's deed of defeating Anubis in the semi-finals quickly spread throughout the city of Paris.
This duel even alarmed the royal family of the Kingdom of Horus in the Southern Continent. After all, Nephthys is one of the most famous strongmen in the Southern Continent. Her defeat means that the royal family needs to carefully handle the relationship with Duke Honeysuckle. relation!
The day after the semi-finals, an envoy from the Kingdom of Horus came to the door with jewelry and gold, humbly expressing that this was a little thought from the king.
"The strong should squeeze the weak!"
Mammon said truthfully, and asked Yeats to return the gift list sent by the envoys, asking them to bring double the gifts!
After this duel with Nephthys, Yeats himself also gained a lot. He has become a being on the same level as Louis and can open the prototype of the field.
Currently, Yeats's [Avalon] realm still requires the help of external objects and cannot be retracted and retracted freely, but it can also greatly enhance endurance.
This realm formed by Yeats using the divinity of light to imitate Avalon, has the same effect of continuous recovery and healing as the real Avalon, and can greatly restrain violent divinities such as death, shadow, and storm.
When the Holy Domain is truly achieved, Yeats can even move the entire Avalon into his soul domain... In this way, the power of the domain can be doubled!
Three days later, Yeats had fully recovered and was reading books in his study.
Dong Dong——
The butler knocked on the door and reported: "Your Majesty, Nephthys Kamala wants to see you!"
Yeats was slightly startled... What is she doing here?
With doubts, Yeats met Nephthys in the drawing room. As soon as they met, Nephthys knelt down on one knee, bowed his head humbly and said:
"Please allow me to kiss the back of your hand to express my respect to you...The Chosen of Light."
Yeats didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "I am not the chosen one, you should get up first."
"I deeply apologize for the offensive words I said on the duel field."
The dark-skinned beauty raised her deep eyes, stared at Yeats, and said slowly:
"And I came here this time, to be honest with you, to ask for something."
Yeats said calmly: "What's the matter?"
"Before, I hid something from you... The reason why I came to Roland was to shoulder a mission." Nephthys said, "Kill the Nightmare [Abaddon]!"
"The light divinity in you is very restrained against the demon with the ability to create nightmares... I hope to get your help." Nephthys said sincerely, "In return, I will also bring the Horus royal family to the throne. , a stone tablet containing the prophecy and divinity of the God of Light is given to you! ”
Yeats's heart moved.
Bright slate!
The light and divinity in my body is running out, and I am worried that I can’t find a way to replenish it!
Yeats composed himself and said calmly: "So, how much do you know about the Nightmare?"
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(End of chapter)