Chapter 709 Different Keys
The night passed quickly, and Phyllis almost stayed up all night.
She locked herself in the room and waited silently for the result to be revealed. Although her face remained calm, she made countless guesses 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 Union. Speculation about the truth of the matter.
Therefore, when Wendy and Agatha came to the Diplomatic Building early the next morning, Phyllis showed a rare tiredness—mental exhaustion was a great burden on the soul, and she knew that her control over the body was weakening. Falling down, even the hands and feet lost their previous flexibility.
But she also knew that before hearing the result, she couldn't close her eyes no matter what.
Cutting off the consciousness can only temporarily get rid of the shackles of the body, but the soul is still awake. Unless it is transferred to a magic container, shrinking into the consciousness is just tantamount to deceiving oneself. Phyllis even faintly misses "long sleep", " turn out……"
"We found the pillar of light you mentioned."
Unexpectedly, Agatha's first words shattered the burden on her heart, Phyllis blinked, fearing that she had heard it wrong, she asked again in a low voice, "Like a wall of light? "
"That's right, like the wall of light, it does exist in the castle," Wendy continued, "but we can't be sure that he is the chosen one you mentioned."
In other words, did she hear correctly?
They found the owner of that orange light!
"No...it can't be wrong," Phyllis felt a voice in her heart cheering, praising the gods! Praise the holy city of Taquila! "If you can emit such a beam of light, then it must be the chosen one we are looking for! Is she a high-ranking witch? What's her name?"
However, the other party didn't answer right away, but showed a strange expression - like wanting to laugh, but also quite helpless.
"Uh, well... I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." Wendy covered her mouth and coughed twice.
"Could it be something wrong with the five-color magic stone?" Agatha returned the ring to her, "I think it's better for you to contact Pasha as soon as possible."
question? What happened?
Wait... Phyllis suddenly felt a flash of lightning jump in her mind.
What did Wendy say before?
he?
Phyllis opened her mouth wide in disbelief, "Could it be that the orange light came from..."
"It came from His Majesty Roland Wimbledon," Agatha spread her hands, "I'm not the only one, Nightingale, Anna, Wendy... all the witches living on the second floor of the castle came to see it. I also Tested with the Equilibrium Magic Stone, as usual, he doesn't have any magic power on his body."
"The weapon you mentioned that can deal with demons...does the manipulator have to be a witch?" Wendy finally couldn't help chuckling, "If His Majesty can become a hero who destroys demons, it sounds pretty good."
Phyllis's heart sank suddenly. Although the Scourge Instrument doesn't have much requirement for the magic power of the Chosen One, it doesn't mean that it can be activated without magic power. After all, it is still a core of magic power, manipulating The total amount of mana held by a player determines how many times it can be used.
This is impossible... Could there be a mistake somewhere?
"But yesterday I didn't see an orange light appearing above his head—"
"It's really strange. The beam of light disappeared after Roland woke up," Agatha rubbed her chin and said, "That's why you can only see it at night. Of course, we also asked His Majesty about this, and he The answer is that Zero's soul battlefield caused him to always dream of another fictional world when he fell asleep, as if he had 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 where Roland defeated the Church, "maybe this is the reason why the magic stone ring was misjudged. His Majesty Roland was also quite surprised by this result." , he also said that if you want to verify, you can try again at noon."
After a long silence, 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 watchful eyes of the witch and her personal guards, Phyllis once again saw the orange light as wide as a city wall. The source of the beam of light was the sleeping gray 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 slid and sat on the floor leaning on 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 on the bed. It was pitch black outside the window, and the stars and moonlight could not be seen. Only the whistling north wind slapped the glass rhythmically, making intermittent tremors.
"Are you awake?"
A familiar voice came from my ear.
She turned her head, and it was Agatha who was sitting by the head of the bed.
"I've been in a coma for...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 startled Nightingale."
"Sorry, I'm fine..." Phyllis whispered.
Although she said so, she didn't feel much better in her heart at all. After finally finding the so-called Chosen One, she didn't expect to be a mortal. This impact on her was no less than the news that both Natalya and Acharis had fallen.
Lord Natalya's belief, the persistence of the Taquila survivors... and the Chosen One plan, everyone has been busy for hundreds of years, but they didn't expect to get such a dramatic scene in the end. Although there are still hundreds of witches left on Sleeping Island, and Ye Zi's aptitude is not far from the requirements of the Chosen One, but she has a faint premonition in her heart that this little distance is a natural barrier.
Perhaps their choice is not much better than Falling Star 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 the witch who can survive the catastrophe can calmly Facing any difficulties," Agatha said slowly.
"But we failed twice in a row. We were forced to retreat from the entire Dawn Realm to a wild corner. If we lose again..."
"Then just defeat the devil," Agatha interrupted her, "I don't know what you found in the ruins of the labyrinth, so that you put all your hopes on it, but I think if it If it is really effective, it should not be a part of it. During these four hundred years, the mortals outside have not stagnated. There is not one way to defeat the devil. As Roland said, as long as you use the world reasonably Hidden powers, mortals can overcome them."
Phyllis looked at her with complicated eyes, and instinctively wanted to question her, but she couldn't say a word in front of the other party's burning gaze.
"By the way, he also said that there are 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 startled.
"Well, the key." Agatha replied.