The night passed quickly, and Phyllis barely slept through the night.
She locked herself in the room and silently waited for the result to be revealed. Although her face remained calm, she made countless conjectures about the reason for the disappearance of the Chosen One, including Roland's privately imprisoning the witch as a plaything and hiding it from the Witch League. speculation about the truth of the matter.
Therefore, when Wendy and Agatha came to the diplomatic building the next morning, Phyllis showed a rare sense of tiredness. The mental wear and tear was a great burden on the soul. She knew that her control over her body was declining. Even the hands and feet have lost their previous flexibility.
But she also knew that she couldn't close her eyes no matter what until she heard the result.
Cutting off consciousness can only temporarily get rid of the shackles of the body, but the soul is still awake, unless it is transferred to the magic container, otherwise shrinking in consciousness is just deceiving herself, and Phyllis even faintly misses the "long sleep", " turn out… "
"We found what you call the beam of light."
Unexpectedly, Agatha's first sentence shattered the burden on her heart. Phyllis blinked, fearing that she had heard it wrong, and asked again in a low voice, "Like a wall of light? "
"Yes, like a wall of light, it does exist in the castle," Wendy continued, "but we can't be sure that he is the chosen one you said."
In other words, she heard right
They found the owner of that orange light!
"No... it can't be wrong," Phyllis felt a voice in her heart cheer, praising the gods! Praise the holy city of Taquila! "If such a beam of light can be emitted, then it must be the Chosen One we are looking for! Is she a high-level witch? What's her name?"
However, the other party did not answer immediately, but showed a strange look like he wanted to laugh, and was quite helpless.
"Uh, this... I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." Wendy covered the corners of her mouth and coughed twice.
"Could there be a problem with the multicolored magic stone?" Agatha returned the ring to her, "I think it's better for you to contact Pasha as soon as possible."
question? What the hell happened
Wait... Phyllis suddenly felt a flash of lightning in her mind.
What did Wendy say before
"But we can't be sure he's the Chosen One you're talking about."
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Phyllis opened her mouth in disbelief, "Could that orange light be caused by..."
"It came from His Majesty Roland Wimbledon," Agatha said, spreading her hands, "I am not alone, Nightingale, Anna, Wendy... the witches living on the second floor of the castle have all watched it. I also use The Balance Magic Stone has been tested, and as usual, he has no magic power on him."
"The weapon you're talking about can deal with the devil... Does the manipulator have to be a witch?" Wendy finally couldn't help but chuckle, "If Your Majesty can become a hero who destroys the devil, it sounds good."
Phyllis's heart sank suddenly. Although the Divine Scourge Instrument does not require much of the magic power of the Chosen One, it does not mean that it can be activated without magic power. After all, it is still a kind of magic core, and the manipulator can accommodate The total amount of mana determines how many times it can be used.
It can't be... Could something go wrong
"But yesterday I didn't see an orange light above his head"
"It's really strange, the beam of light disappeared after Roland woke up," Agatha rubbed her chin, "that's why you can only see it at night. Of course, we also asked His Majesty about this, he The answer is that Zero's soul battlefield caused him to dream of another fictional world when he fell asleep, as if there was an extra part of his memory."
"Zero? Soul Battlefield?" Phyllis asked hurriedly, "What is that?"
"The last Pope of the Church of Hermes," Wendy briefly explained the battle in which Roland defeated the Church, "perhaps this is the reason for the misjudgment of the magic stone ring. His Majesty Roland is also quite surprised by the result. , he also said that if you want to verify, you can try again at noon."
After being silent for a long time, she gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, I want to see it again with my own eyes."
…
Facts have proved that Agatha and Wendy did not deceive her. Under the guards of witches and guards, Phyllis once again saw the wide orange light like a city wall. The source of the light beam was the sleeping Ash. Fort King.
At that moment, she felt that all the strength in her body was drained, and a strong dizziness hit her heart. After shaking twice, she leaned against the door frame and slid to the ground, her already extremely tired spirit suddenly snapped, and in an instant, boundless darkness enveloped her.
When Phyllis regained consciousness, she found that she was already lying on the bed, it was dark outside the window, no stars or moonlight could be seen, only the whistling north wind beat on the glass rhythmically, making intermittent tremors.
"Wake up?"
A familiar voice came to my ears.
She turned her head, and now it was Agatha sitting by the head of the bed.
"I was in a coma... how long?"
"About half a day," the ice witch stretched out her hand to part the tip of her forehead, "your reaction at that time surprised Nightingale."
"Sorry, I'm fine..." Phyllis whispered.
Even though she said that, she didn't feel any better in her heart at all. She finally found the so-called Chosen One, but she didn't expect to be a mortal. This impacted her no less than the news that Natalya and Akalis both fell.
The belief of Lord Nataya, the persistence of the survivors of Taquila... and the plan of the Chosen One, everyone has been busy for hundreds of years for it, but in the end, it was such a dramatic scene. Although there are still hundreds of witches on Sleeping Island, and Ye Ye's aptitude is not far from the requirements of the Chosen One, but she has a hunch in her heart that this little distance is a natural moat.
Perhaps their choice was not much better than Starfall City.
"Although I don't quite understand how you view the Chosen One, but... even if there is no such person, haven't we fought the devil for hundreds of years? I thought that witches who could survive the catastrophe could face it calmly. For any predicament," Agatha said slowly.
"But we failed twice in a row, and we were forced to retreat from the entire Dawning Realm to the wild corners. If we lose again..."
"Then defeat the devil," Agatha interrupted her, "I don't know what you found in the labyrinth ruins, so that you should pin all your hopes on it, but I think if it If it really works, it shouldn't be part of the "remains". During these 400 years, the mortals outside have not been stagnant. There is not one way to defeat the devil. As Roland said, as long as the power hidden in the world is rationally used, mortals can also defeat them. "
Phyllis looked at her with complicated eyes, instinctively wanting to question her, but she couldn't say a word in front of the other party's dazzling gaze.
"By the way, he also said that there is more than one key to the gods, and he also holds one in his hand. Maybe you should take a look before contacting the Taquila witch."
"His key... key?" Phyllis was stunned.
"Well, the key to 'art'. "Agatha replied. 8