"Mizna, the Knight of the Holy Alliance, please give me your guidance." A sturdy knight of the Holy Alliance, his beige hair shining in the sun.
A man from the Dark Church walked out onto the stage. He took off the black hat covering his face. His red hair fluttered in the wind. "Hughes, please give me your advice."
The two men on the stage stared at each other after they announced their names. Although I knew they were competing in momentum, I couldn't help but laugh at the two grown men staring at each other like that. Mizner moved. He was so fast that he was in front of the rest in the blink of an eye. A sword light was refracted as the sword fell. Hughes's movements were very strange. He twisted his body when he saw the person in front of him, but he was behind Mizner, and the long sword in his hand went straight to Mizner's back.
Minaz felt the movement behind him, so he rolled on the ground, snatched the attacking long sword, and then raised the sword high, saying "Light of Judgment" and a beam of light shot straight at Hughes. Hughes began to mutter to himself when Mizner opened his mouth, and a black mist appeared in front of him. His figure left the place strangely and stood behind Minaz. Although the move was not gorgeous again, it was much faster than the last time. Mizner had nowhere to dodge and was injured in the back by the sword move.
They fought against each other again, and the sound of flat and fluffy continued to sound. Sometimes they separated and fought together again, until one day they separated. Hughes seemed to not want to fight like this anymore. His aura instantly rose to the extreme. He was like a sharp sword, and went straight to Mizner. Seeing Hughes coming, Mizner did not hide. He also raised his aura and went to meet Hughes. There was a deafening sound in the field, and a violent wave spread out in all directions, hitting the surrounding barriers. The barriers were shaken, but fortunately they were stable enough. In the middle of the field, Hughes stood there, the black tent was nowhere to be found, his face was a little pale, and Mizner fell to the ground, his body covered with blood.
The first match was over, the Dark Church won, and cheers came from the crowd. The second match began, and this time two magicians took the field.
"Priest, Kaga, please give me some advice." A soft voice sounded, and it was indeed a weak young man with a thin figure and a pale face.
"Muse, please give me your guidance." Under the black tent was a young girl with long fiery red hair and a pretty face, but at this moment her expression was solemn and serious.
After the introduction, they actually started fighting without saying a word. Kaga, the 'glowing the world', launched a powerful magic, and Muse, the 'demon devouring the earth', also launched it. On one side, the light was dazzling, and on the other side, it was as dark as night. The scenery was beautiful, but the effect was too scary. The light eroded the black fog, and the black fog entangled the light, canceling each other out. The faces of the magicians on both sides gradually changed. Is this a battle of spirits? Whoever has a higher spirit power will win. Muse's face became paler and paler, while Kaga's face became redder and redder. The light on the scene became brighter and brighter. It seemed that Kaga was going to win this battle. Just as I thought about it, I saw the black fog dissipate, and the white light rushed into Muse's body. The weak Muse fell directly to the ground. Kaga won.
It's a tie now, and the result will be known soon. But it doesn't matter who wins, the Holy Alliance will definitely be in trouble, but what is the destruction of the emperor, why hasn't it started yet? But maybe something is not prepared.
The third match is about to start, and I am a little dumbfounded. Is this the result of their discussion yesterday? One for martial arts, one for magic, and one for literature? I really don't know what literature is here.
"Miss," Ying called in my ear. I turned my head in confusion and looked into her eyes. It turned out that the emperor asked me to come up with a topic for the essay. Well, what should I come up with? Let me think about it. A riddle or a brain teaser. Ahhh..., my head hurts.
"Wu," I looked at Sou's puzzled eyes and said, "guess a word."
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. This was a contest between Saint Milo and Witch Ya. While waiting, I thought things were going better than expected, but what was the old emperor up to? I really couldn't figure it out. A person with a bad brain suddenly had a good idea, and the result was almost the same as what we had discussed secretly. Could it be... I thought of the worst outcome, a traitor? It just so happened that the old emperor gave up the hot potato. Or was there someone behind the old emperor? I couldn't figure it out, so forget it. Things would work out when the time came. Let it go.
A quarter of an hour later, the saint's answer came out: "Fei". It seems that the saint is also very smart.
The result is out, the Holy Alliance won. It seems that God is still helping me, and our plan will be realized. The original plan was that if the Dark Church won, it would quietly follow the Holy Alliance. Now that the Holy Alliance has won, it seems that we can directly meet their bishop, maybe.