Vol 6 Chapter 279

‘Only a handful of mages will act alone. Mage mages are the masters of countless planes. In their own world, they have countless territories, wealth and servants’

'The deck that the young man chose for you is a knight. I have seen your other destiny cards, whether it is' White City Pioneer' or 'Cavalry Ready', it is more suitable for the big scene. I think your profession should be one A knight lord who rules the army. ’

‘But the glorious kingdom begins with a small territory, and I ’ll send you to complete the challenge of the knight ’s king. You will build your kingdom and glory in a fictional world until it is recognized by the gods. ’

‘And that ’s what the Arena of the Gods really means’

After a dazzling light, the weird world disappeared.

The silver-haired elf girl stood alone in a golden wilderness.

The breeze blew across the grassland, and the yellow grasses showed a golden surge when they fell, but this scenery formed a strange landscape when it ran across the sky and the earth.

The sound of rushing waves across the lonely world, like Haitao.

The evil dragon king Fusiya still lingered in her ears, and the wind from the grassland passed between her ears and her hair, and Metisa stared silently at this strange land.

Lonely field

‘This departed world looks like a traveler in distant sight of the physical world parallel to it. At the end of the corner of the world, it looks like a distant world. ’

A voice said, or it should have been silent. When unfamiliar knowledge broke into her mind, Meditha understood what it was.

A swordsman in a complex pattern of clothing separated from the yellow grass and came to her. He raised his sword to her, and the silver mask shone in the sun.

Meditha froze. I realized that this was a challenge to myself.

She nodded to the strange swordsman, took her spear, and the silver shuttle-like spear appeared in her hands.

At the same moment, the courteous swordsman launched an attack.

That is a very strange sword skill.

Concise and effective, but seeming a bit too rigorous and even mechanized, this swordplay is different from any swordplay she has seen all over Warnd. It is also different from Brando's swordplay she has seen.

This sword art seems to follow one of the strictest rules. At first glance, each sword must be based on the trajectory established by the previous sword. It seems to be very predictable, but Meditha soon finds herself difficult to fight.

The discovery immediately made her see sweat on her forehead.

The swordsman suppressed the level of strength above her level, that is, the level of the side of truth after the elements were enlightened, that is to say. The opponent suppressed her by simply using swordsmanship.

This cognition made Melissa feel unacceptable. She is the Silver Elf, one of the world's best silver fighters, and the Silver Elves are not proud of their superiority in absolute power. It is their tireless pursuit of fighting skills.

But the swordsman's swordsmanship in front of him or not a very unreasonable swordsmanship, did not consider the opponent's coping skills at all, but only one sword followed by one sword, but each sword was accurately calculated with a slight difference. There is nothing wrong with the connection between each sword and the next.

Meditha found that she couldn't catch any mistakes from the other party, and the opposite was true. She knew that if she was negligent, she would be in a state of utter danger.

The trial of the Travelling Mage turned out to be so difficult.

The little elf princess regretted a little, and she even feared that she would never see Brando.

But since the Battle of the Holy One, the self-confidence and unconvinced character accumulated over the past millennium has made Meditha calm down quickly. She has seen a more sinister situation when thousands of troops came to her home. I have never given up. At this moment, naturally, too.

A knight, a lord, and a king, what he first needed was infinite confidence, especially those of the ancient kings who opened the country, and they did not have a strong faith to support them, and they could not be in history. Xinghe left his name.

Medisa knows this.

When this flash of enlightenment flashed in her mind, she found that she seemed to “understand” the opponent's swordsmanship, and that weird swordsman's lightning-fast swordsmanship left marks in her field of vision for the first time.

Like an instinct, the silver elf princess seized this opportunity. For the first time, she took a step forward in this offensive and defensive battle with a scream, and the spear in her hand passed through the silver sword of the swordsman. Shadow, hit the opponent's chest.

The swordsman flew out like a bundle of scattered scarecrows.

Only then did Melissa notice that the opponent turned out to be a construct.

But at this moment, Metisha heard a buzz, and she didn't know what she was doing, so she hurriedly retracted the gun. But it was still a step slow, and saw that the swordsman was torn apart in mid-air. Its limbs, skull, and trunk were like blasted clocks, and countless strange spherical members flew out of it.

As soon as those spherical members appeared in the air, they broke apart from the middle and unfolded a pair of mechanical wings, turning into a metal flapping wing machine. Metisha just had time to take a step back, and the sky-wing flapper screamed at her. She had no time to protect the vital parts such as the chest and abdomen with a spear, and she felt a heat on her thighs and the sharp wings of the flapper There were already blood-red incisions there.

The silver elf little princess had no time to deal with the wound, and immediately turned around, and sure enough, after seeing the flapping wings flying behind her, they once again formed an attack formation in mid-air. But how could she make the same mistake twice and roar, "Give me down!"

The spiritual elements are fully open. Behind Matissa, a pair of transparent light wings with a length of hundreds of meters are suddenly unfolded. She sweeps the light wings horizontally, and the metal fluttering aircraft in the air seems to crack and rain. A place.

As soon as the flapping wings fell to the ground, they gathered their wings and changed back to the shape of metal balls. Then, under the watchfulness of Matissa, they were still close to each other, and in a creaking noise, they regrouped into the appearance of the former swordsman.

Meditha was stunned, and hurriedly grasped the spear to prevent the opponent from launching another attack. However, at this time, the swordsman struggled to stand up from the ground and crookedly came to Mediissa. Seeing that it had no intention of attacking, Medicia could not help looking at the other side curiously, but saw the swordsman slowly bend down, then kneeled on one knee, put his fist in his chest with his right hand, lowered his head, and put his chin in on. Show allegiance.

Then she ‘see’ the other person ’s attributes:

Lightwing Defender

Yongge ix

Light 2, Mana x

[Artifact / Artifact Creature]

When Lightwing Guard enters the battlefield, it has x level counters on it.

When the Lightwing Guardian dies, for each level indicator on it, a 15th-level, colorless, wing-wing-powered artifact creature with flying abilities is put into play.

‘When the destruction comes, the sky is so bright that it ’s like a holy presence’

It was a very wonderful feeling, as if seeing the essence of a world in her eyes, but when Meditis wanted to see the card further, the whole world was distorted, a voice in her mind Said in it:

‘Conquer the land. From the beginning of the conquest, no king fights alone with the monarchy. The lonely field is the horizon of a distant traveler, but it ’s another trip ’

Lonely field

Yongge xix

[Ground]

Lonely Field enters the battlefield tapped.

Tap: Add 2 light mana to your Elemental Pool.

Cycle, (discard this card, draw a card)

‘Between Existing and None’

The strange world was plunged into a dark void, and for a moment, Mattissa turned her head around, only to see Festia's huge body hovering beside her.

She saw the two glittering destiny cards floating in front of her.

The evil dragon king bowed his head and said to her, "It looks like you have passed the first test, you have the first follower, just like every king and lord take the first step, Next, you are going to build your kingdom and world. "

"I don't quite understand," Metisah said loudly. "The card of destiny should be a projection of the rules of this world, but why can the world in this dream generate such a projection?"

There was a sneer on Fusa's long face.

"Wonder is not a dream, if the mortal world cannot be born from it, then everything in the past is nothing. The power of the traveler to build the world, and the former gods and Martha to build the power of Warnd are nothing. Essential difference. "

"You mean, is all this fiction in itself?"

"No, the magic is real. The mage stole it all to build his own world. Now you have the tinder of the mage. This is what the gods call the power of" divine ", so You can naturally get everything you want from this world. "

"I still don't quite understand, Lord Fussia."

"It doesn't matter, I don't fully understand all of this, maybe only the first generation of the people can explain to you the origin of this arena of gods." Fusiya replied: "Well, we don't have much time left. It's time for your next challenge. Your companions have gone further than you ... "

"Hipamila?"

"That is a very interesting little girl. She should not have existed in this era. Your master must be a strange guy. The rules he knows are very different from ours."

Meditha opened her mouth and seemed to want to say something more, but the scene before her had changed again.

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