Chapter 733: The Road to Light

"Monet don't play anymore, we should do it!"

Clary kept urging her younger brother, now that Fuya is only one person away from her, it is definitely the best time to attack Fuya.

"Black Hook is now... Throw the anchor to the opposite high ground!"

"Throw it away! I caught the folding sword on the opposite side!"

"Seconds!"

It's a pity that no matter how loudly Clary warns her younger brother, she must let him understand that her purpose of coming here is to assassinate Fuya, not to play with the Holy Spirit.

But at this moment, Monet's soul seemed to have been absorbed 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 playing games with other comrades in this dangerous battlefield.

"Mo... Nai."

Clary was very uncomfortable with this feeling. Normally, her younger brother would listen to whatever she said, except when it came to matters involving the Holy Spirit.

"Sister, can you please be quiet now? This is a very critical highland team battle."

Monet finally opened his mouth to answer his sister, but this sentence made Clary completely enter a state of rage.

When she wanted to use strong means to fight for control of her body...but found that she couldn't grab her younger brother at all.

A strong willpower rose from Monet's soul and firmly suppressed Clary.

This was Clary's first failed attempt to gain control of her body.

"You can go to the high ground! Destroy the opposite base directly at once!"

Monet shouted loudly, and the five heroes directly swept all the enemy's defensive buildings and came to the opposite central crystal.

The fragile crystal couldn't bear the powerful destructive power of the five heroes at all, and it shattered into residue in less than ten seconds.

This round of victory allowed the Fuya Knights to defeat the opponent with an absolute crushing record of 3 to 0!

"Won!"

Monet excitedly stood up from his position and raised his hands and shouted, but the moment his hands were raised, they stopped there.

Because the control of this chaotic demon's body has been taken away by her sister.

Clary walked towards Fuya, who was also in the silent hall, but the bed where Fuya was sitting suddenly floated at this moment...

She accelerated her pace and chased out of the silent hall, but the moment she walked out of the silent hall, the cheers that almost pierced the eardrums of the chaotic demon made Clary stop in her footsteps.

Clary looked up and looked around, more than half of the audience shouted the same name, that was Fuya!

She wasn't in the mood to care about this at all, and Clary reached into her pocket and touched a glass bottle.

Bishop Gaink's order was that it would be enough to throw the glass bottle near Fuya and break it, and the rest of the work would be handled by the other judges present.

The bottle contained an unknown liquid medicine. If it was in the Hall of Silence just now, Clary just took it out, uncorked the bottle and threw it at Fuya.

But once Monet sat down, Clary couldn't regain control of the Chaos Demon's body at all.

Now outside the Hall of Silence, Fuya is not far away from her.

There should be no...problem.

'Clary, stop! '

When she was about to do something, a voice sounded in her mind. This voice came from Nolan and the judge bishop she was connecting with.

Clary's movements froze for a moment, and at this moment of froze, a middle-aged man with beards appeared between her and Fuya.

who?

Clary took a step back subconsciously, and the middle-aged man glanced at Clary with pure golden vertical pupils.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the body of the Chaos Demon, locking onto Clary and Monet who were dormant in their consciousness.

Commentary on the field...

When Clary came back to her senses, she found that this man was the commentator of the Holy Spirit game.

"Sister, he is also the host of Faluoxi's "Interview" program. I have watched his program before."

"Shut up! I know!"

When Clary usually uses the magic net, she is completely different from her younger brother Monet. Most of the time is spent listening to songs and watching some... strange program recordings on the magic net.

She also occasionally watched a few episodes of the talk show on Faluoxi TV, and she surprisingly liked the tricky questions the host asked to embarrass the guests present.

But Clary didn't remember that his pupils were golden vertical pupils like lizards.

"But sister, have you forgotten the interview with Miss Jialuoli? Didn't it talk about the trial court doing some...bad things." Monet said to Clary in a very small voice.

"This has nothing to do with what we are doing now! Monet... have you forgotten the hatred of your parents being killed by the demons? Isn't it because we have become this inhuman form and stand here..."

Before Clary could say the word revenge, the brass dragon grabbed her hand.

The brass dragon moved very quickly, and before she could react, the Chaos Demon's body was held by the brass dragon.

About to be arrested? This thought flashed through Clary's mind, but the next second the brass dragon raised his hand high.

"Because your favorite little Fuya is still sleepy, so this interview is given to the roaming player Scroo of the Fuya Knights!" Brass Dragon said.

"A...interview? What should I do, sister, I'm not... not ready yet."

Monet's voice in body consciousness was very flustered.

"..."

Clary looked at a corner of the auditorium, where a judge bishop sat, and he shook his head immediately after noticing Clary's gaze.

The assassination failed this time because my younger brother was too addicted to this game!

"As the roaming position of the Fuya Knights, the black hook and folding sword used by Scrooge 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 advancing to the finals? Did the audience say it?"

And...the final?

Clary looked at Fuya, who was snoozing with her pillow behind the brass dragon. The words 'when will I go home and sleep' seemed to be written on her face.

This time the assassination plan failed, but tomorrow's final is still an opportunity.

"I... will definitely win."

Clary gave the brass dragon the shortest answer with an affirmative voice.

"Have you declared victory right from the start? The gap between self-confidence and arrogance is not that big. I hope this player will not ruin himself because of it."

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.