Galadia stretched out her hands toward the sky and prayed to the gods who cared for her. Firefly-like light spots flew down from the sky, spinning and gathering around her fingers, like curious natural elves in fairy tales, and finally turned into a
A small piece of colorful gemstone fell into the hand.
This is the proof of the Chosen One, the crystallization of pure spiritual energy, the holy object that leads to all wishes. Galadia raised it to her eyes and found that the gem-like polyhedron was just a thin outer layer of crystal.
Inside it, there are cyclone-like clusters of tiny particles floating, changing shape and structure every moment.
This is not a luxurious and complicated beauty, but a beauty that is free from all impurities and possesses infinite essence. Just such a small piece of the crystallization of the ritual is already so amazing, and the final reward of the Sacrifice of the Chosen One should be
What an amazing miracle.
At the same time, a strange feeling came.
Galadia found that she could outline the outline of the city in her mind without using tools. Most of the shaking light spots were almost evenly distributed in every corner of Beyeland, and some appeared further away.
, has gone beyond the scope of the city.
The signal of the chosen one only lasted for five minutes before disappearing. However, before the signal disappeared, Galadia clearly sensed that at least one person was leading here.
Who could it be?
A chosen one, or an outsider spying on the miracle. Those who dare to take action on the first night are undoubtedly confident and active powerful enemies.
When will Griffith come... The girl subconsciously wants to rely on him, but a certain emotion that surges out of thin air is encouraging her, pushing away the hesitation and attachment.
Come on, Galadia, you are already a mature elf, the heir of the Villanoy family, you will even become a consul in the future, you can do it.
Galadia closed her eyes, took off the pendant from her neck, put the surging spiritual emblem in it, and then used the echo to contact her tribe.
"Melros, the emblem of the chosen one is activated normally. Asura and Harandil are activated as planned."
At this moment, her beautiful face showed no fear and was full of joy. Galadia's eyes were shining brightly, and her voice was as sweet as music. The silver moonlight shone down, giving her a holy halo.
Everyone could see that she was being favored by the gods.
Miss Elf was alone, walking leisurely along the stone path beside the Aiyu River.
The city of Beyeland is well-ordered. On the side of the Golden Horn near the north of the city, there is a series of city walls, fortresses and ports. Looking into the distance where the bay enters the sea, the new Sanssouci Palace can be faintly seen.
The city wall and river bank here are very long, and the inside of the wall is separated from the city by wide streets. At night, there are almost no people, and the bright moonlight shines on the ground, outlining a dreamlike and empty scene.
The field of view is wide enough and the terrain is undulating. Whether it is sniping or maneuvering, you can quickly find the right terrain. It is perfect for fighting here.
Galadia stood on the wide road like a champion who accepted the challenge. The evening wind blew her long hair, lifted her cloak, revealing her silver light armor, war blade and strong bow.
The light spot marking the chosen one has long since disappeared, replaced by a cold and strong fighting spirit coming with the wind.
The fluctuating psychic energy was like testing, confirming each other's intentions. Then, the owner of the psychic energy walked out of the dark alley and came this way. Under the moonlight and the shadow of the eaves, her long horse tail could be vaguely seen.
The tall and slender figure swayed slightly, and the outlines of the spear and buckler shimmered, as if they were blessed by storms and lightning.
Coming!
Melrose, who was lying in ambush in the distance and observing the scene through a crystal ball, trembled with excitement. Harandil on the side hurriedly sent out a signal to remind each group to be alert. They were a few streets away from Galadia and could not interfere with this.
A battle.
It's coming! Let my battle kick off the Rite of the Chosen, stir up heaven and earth, and buy time for my Griffith.
Come on! Show me who my challenger is!
Galadia heard the noisy commotion, and the deserted streets seemed to be crowded with invisible people snooping around. She didn't care, untied the cloak from her shoulders, and let it fall to the ground.
The successor of Canaan wore a crown of mithril, a long light green coat decorated with gold threads, and brown knee-high boots. The moment the cloak fell to the ground, a burst of magic rose up, stirring up a whirlwind in the air.
The air flow wrapped around the tall body. Galadia wrapped her whole body in a silver shield and made a majestic declaration.
"I am Galadia Valannoy, the beloved of the Queen of Silver Moon and Stars,"
"Send your name, the chosen one, I declare in the name of the successors of Canaan, become my ally, and I will share blessings and truth with you; become my enemy, and you will lose the qualification to move forward tonight.
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What responded to her was a roar of thunder.
The silver arc suddenly broke out, splitting a dazzling silver light in the darkness.
The night sky that had been clear and cloudless just a moment ago was turbulent, with lightning and thunder, as if shouting for the arrival of the God's favored one. The dark street seemed like daylight under the bursts of lightning, and a heroic red-haired woman wore a strong and strong sword.
, stepping away from the wind and dust with unstoppable momentum.
She stood with her head held high in the wind. The wind and thunder condensed into a blue-white crystal barrier to protect her. Her red hair was tied into a long ponytail, like a ball of flames fluttering in the wind. She wore a combat uniform with red stripes on a black background and a golden breastplate.
, the greaves shimmered with a bright golden halo, and the holy spear and golden buckler in his hands were wrapped in blue lightning.
She is beautiful and pure, powerful and fierce, like thunder, the embodiment of storm in the mortal world, more dazzling than the heroes in mythology. The golden holy spear cheers, like the vanguard of the queen, it suppresses the unbearable pressure.
Vent freely.
A series of crackling explosions sounded in the air. Many hidden crystal prisms and lurking small familiars exploded and fell at the moment when the electric light flashed. The noise was wiped out, and the night became even more silent.
When she saw the face of the visitor clearly, Galadia was speechless for a moment.
"Greetings to you, lovely elf princess," the red-haired woman said in a voice as moving as a nightingale, with a smile flowing in her arrogant expression, "but, I suggest you take back your first suggestion.
"Because you must have a reason to compete with me.
"I, Erza Valkyrie, the favored one of thunder and storm, will be your opponent.
"Come on, tonight, right here, let our light shine in the sky!"