The night passed quickly, and Phyllis barely slept through the night. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

She locked herself in her room and waited silently for the results to be revealed, and although her face remained calm, she made countless conjectures in her mind about the reason for the disappearance of the Chosen One, including speculation that Roland had imprisoned the witch as a plaything and concealed the truth from the Witch League.

So when Wendy and Agatha arrived at the diplomatic building the next morning, Phyllis showed a rare feeling of weariness - mental wear and tear was a great burden on the soul, and she knew that her control over her body was declining, and even her hands and feet were losing their former dexterity.

But she also knew that she wouldn't be able to close her eyes anyway until she heard the results.

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 vessel, otherwise shrinking into consciousness is only tantamount to deceiving herself, Phyllis even faintly misses the "long sleep", "the result is ......"

"We've found what you call the pillar of light. ”

Unexpectedly, Agatha's first sentence shattered the burden that weighed on her heart, and Phyllis blinked, for fear that she had misheard, and asked again in a low voice, "Like a wall of light?"

"Yes, like the walls of light, it does exist in the castle," Wendy continued, "but we can't be sure that he's the Chosen One." ”

That is, she didn't hear it right?

They found the owner of the orange light!

"No...... You can't be wrong," Phyllis felt a voice in her heart cheering, praising the gods! Praise the holy city of Tachira!"If she can emit such a pillar of light, then she must be the Chosen One we are looking for! Is she a high witch? What is her name?"

However, the other party did not answer immediately, but showed a strange expression - as if he wanted to laugh, but he was quite helpless.

"Uh, that's it...... I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. Wendy covered the corners of her mouth and coughed lightly.

"Could it be that something is wrong with the Colorful Magic Stone?" Agatha said as she returned the ring to her, "I think it's better for you to contact Pasha quickly." ”

Question: What the hell is going on?

Wait a minute...... Phyllis suddenly felt a bolt of lightning leap through her mind.

What did Wendy say before?

"But we can't be sure he's the Chosen One you say. 」

He?

Phyllis opened her mouth in disbelief, "Could it be that orange light is caused by ......?"

"It emanates from His Majesty Roland Wimbleton," said Agatha, "and I am not alone, Nightingale, Anna, Wendy...... The witches who lived on the second floor of the castle came to see them. I've also tested it with the Equilibrium Magic Stone, and as usual, he doesn't have any magic on him. ”

"The weapon you said could deal with the devil...... Does the manipulator have to be a witch?" Wendy finally couldn't help but chuckle, "It wouldn't sound bad if Your Majesty could become a hero who destroys the devil because of this." ”

Phyllis's heart sank suddenly, although the Instrument of Damnation does not require much from the magic power of the Chosen One, it does not mean that it can be activated without magic - in the end, it is still a magic core, and the total amount of magic power contained by the manipulator determines the number of times it can be used.

That's impossible...... Could it be something wrong?

"But yesterday I didn't see an orange light above his head—"

"It's strange that the pillar of light disappeared when Roland woke up," said Agathamo, rubbing her chin, "and that's why you can only see it at night." Of course, we also asked His Majesty about this, and he replied that the battlefield of Jieluo's soul caused him to always dream of another fictional world when he fell asleep, like an extra part of his memory. ”

"Gerlo, Soul Battlefield?" Phyllis hurriedly asked, "What's that?"

"The last pope of the Hermes Church," Wendy briefly explained Roland's defeat of the Church, "and perhaps that's what caused the Magic Stone Ring to miscalculate." His Majesty Roland was also quite surprised by this result, and he also said that if you want to verify it, you can try it again at noon. ”

She was silent for a long time and then gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, I want to see it again with my own eyes." ”

......

As it turned out, Agatha and Wendy had not deceived her, and under the watchful eye of the witches and guards, Phyllis once again saw the orange light as wide as the city wall, and the source of the pillar of light was none other than the sleeping King of the Grey Keep.

At that moment, she felt that all the strength in her body had been drained, and a strong dizziness hit her heart. After two shakes, she slid to the ground against the door frame, her already extremely exhausted spirit suddenly snapped, and in an instant, boundless darkness enveloped her.

When Phyllis regained consciousness, she found herself lying in bed, dark outside the window, with no stars or moonlight in sight, only the rhythmic beating of the north wind against the glass, making intermittent tremors.

"Woke up?"

A familiar voice came to my ears.

She turned her head and saw that it was Agatha sitting at the head of the bed.

"I was unconscious...... For how long?"

"Half a day or so," the Ice Witch said as she reached out to the ends of her forehead, "and your reaction startled the nightingale. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm fine......" Phyllis whispered.

Although she said this, she didn't feel much better at all. finally found the so-called Chosen One, but she didn't expect it to be a mortal, which had no less impact on her than the news that Nataya and Akariss had both fallen at that time.

The faith of Lord Nataya, the persistence of the survivors of Tachira...... There is also the Chosen Project, for which everyone has been busy for hundreds of years, but in the end it is such a dramatic scene. Although there were still more than a hundred witches left on the Sleeping Island, and Ye Zi's qualifications were not far from the requirements of the Chosen One, she had a faint premonition in her heart that this little distance was a heavenly moat.

Perhaps their choice is no better than that of Falling Star City.

"I don't quite understand what you think of the Chosen, but ...... Even if there were no such people, wouldn't we have fought the devil for hundreds of years?, and I thought that the witches who could survive the catastrophe would be able to face any adversity with all kinds of difficulties," said Agatha slowly.

"But we failed twice in a row, and we were forced to retreat all the way from the entire Dawn Realm to the corner of the wilderness, and if we lost again, we ......"

"Then defeat the devil," Agatha interrupted, "I don't know what you've found in the labyrinth ruins to put all your hopes in it, but I don't think it should be a part of the ruins if it works. In these four hundred years, those mortals outside have not stood still, and there is no one way to defeat the devil, as Roland said, as long as the hidden power in the world is used reasonably, mortals can also defeat them. ”

Phyllis looked at her with complicated eyes, instinctively wanting to question, but couldn't say a word in front of the other's burning gaze.

"By the way, he also said that there is more than one key to the gods, and he has one in his hand, so maybe you should take a look before contacting the Witch of Tachira. ”

"His key...... Phyllis was stunned.

"Well, the key to 'art'. Agatha replied.