"Monet don't play anymore, we should do it!"
Clary kept urging her younger brother, now that there is only one person between Foya and her, it is definitely the best time to attack Foya.
"Black Hook is now... throw the anchor on the opposite high ground!"
"Throw it away! I caught the folding sword on the opposite side!"
"Second!"
It's a pity that no matter how loudly Clary warned her brother, let him understand that the purpose of her coming here is to assassinate Foya, not to play with the Holy Spirit.
But at this moment, Monet's soul seemed to have been ingested by the Holy Spirit battlefield in front of him.
His soul seems to have entered the body of the captain holding the anchor, and he is fighting with other comrades on this dangerous battlefield.
"Mo... Nai."
Clary was very uncomfortable with this feeling. Normally, her brother would listen to whatever she said, except when it came to the Holy Spirit.
"Can I ask you to be quiet now? It's a crucial highland team battle."
Monet finally answered his sister, but this sentence made Clary completely into a state of anger.
When she wanted to use tough means to gain control of her body... but found that she couldn't grab her brother at all.
A powerful willpower rose out of Monet's soul and suppressed Clarie.
This is Clary's first failed attempt to gain control of her body.
"You can go to the highlands! Destroy the opposite base directly at once!"
Monet shouted loudly, and the five heroes swept all the enemy's defensive buildings directly to the opposite central crystal.
The fragile crystal couldn't withstand the powerful destructive power of the five heroes, and it shattered into scum in less than ten seconds.
The victory in this round allowed the Faya Knights to defeat the opponent with an absolute crushing record of three to zero!
"Won!"
Monet stood up from his position excitedly, raised his hands and shouted, but the moment his hands were just raised, they stopped there.
Because the control of this Chaos Demon's body has been taken away by her sister.
Clary walked towards Foya, who was also in the Hall of Silence. The bed that Ke Fuya was sitting on suddenly floated up at this moment...
She quickened her pace and chased out of the Hall of Silence, but the moment she walked out of the Hall of Silence, the cheers that almost pierced the eardrums of this Chaos Demon stopped Clary's footsteps.
Clary looked up and looked around, more than half of the audience were shouting the same name, that is Faya!
She wasn't in the mood to care about that at all, and Clary reached into her pocket and touched a glass bottle.
Bishop Gaynko's order was to throw the glass bottle near Faya and smash it, and the rest of the work would be handled by the other inquisitors present.
The bottle contained an unknown liquid potion. If she was in the Hall of Silence just now, Clary only had to take it out and open the cork and throw it at Foya.
But as soon as Monet took his place, Clary was unable to regain control of the Chaos Demon's body.
Now that she is outside the Hall of Silence, Foya is not far from her.
There should be no... problems.
"Clary, stop!"
When she was about to start a voice, a voice sounded in her mind. This voice came from Nolan and the inquisitor bishop she connected with.
Clary's movements froze for a moment, and at this moment of stiffness, a middle-aged man with a beard appeared between her and Foya.
who
Clary took a step back subconsciously, and the middle-aged man glanced at Claire with pure golden vertical pupils.
His gaze seemed to pass through the body of the Chaos Demon, locking onto Clary and Monet who were dormant in consciousness.
Commentary on the field...
When Clary came back to her senses, she found that this man was the commentator of the Holy Spirit's game.
"Sister, he is also the host of Farosi's "Interview" show. I have watched his show before."
"Shut up! I know!"
Clary is completely different from her younger brother Monet when she usually uses the Lexis, and spends most of her time listening to songs and watching some... strange programs on Leyline Vision.
She also occasionally watched a few episodes of the talk show on Farosi TV, and she surprisingly liked the tricky questions the host asked to embarrass the guests present.
But Clary couldn't remember his pupils being golden vertical pupils like lizards.
"But sister, did you forget the interview with Miss Carroll? Didn't it talk about the Inquisition doing some... bad things." Monet said to Claire in a very low voice.
"This has nothing to do with what we are doing now! Monet... Have you forgotten the hatred of your father and mother being killed by the demons? Isn't it the reason we stand here in such an inhuman appearance to... "
Before Clary could say the word revenge, the brass dragon took her hand.
The brass dragon's movements were fast, and when she didn't react, the body of the chaotic demon was held by the brass dragon.
Are you going to be arrested? The thought flashed through Clary's mind, but the next second the brass dragon raised his hand high.
"Because the little Foya you like is still sleepy, the opportunity for this interview is handed over to the roaming Scroo player of the Knights of Foya!" Brass Dragon said.
"Collection... interview? What should I do, sister, I'm still... not ready."
Monet's voice in body consciousness seemed very flustered.
"… "
Clary turned her gaze to a corner of the auditorium, where a judge bishop was sitting. He noticed Clary's gaze and immediately shook his head.
This time the assassination failed, because his brother was too addicted to this game!
"As the roaming position of the Knights of Faya, the black hook and folding sword used by Skrow undoubtedly revitalized the rhythm of the whole line. I personally think that you are the second indispensable player in the team. What do you want to do before you advance to the finals? What did the audience say?"
And... finals
Clary looked at Foya, who was taking a nap with a pillow behind the brass dragon. Her face seemed to have the words "When can I go home to sleep" written on her face.
This time the assassination plan failed, but tomorrow's final is still a chance.
"I...will definitely win."
Clary gave the Brass Dragon the shortest answer in a firm voice.
"Did you declare victory as soon as you came up? The gap between self-confidence and arrogance is not large. I hope this player will not ruin himself for this."
The Brass Dragon let go of Clary's hand, and before Clary could figure out what was going on, he turned to interview another contestant.