Anna also blinked and said mischievously, "Then please leave it to the Queen." With that, he put away his plate and walked outside.

Shirley followed behind, chasing after her, "I'm serious, you'll be my person from now on." ”

"I know, I know, Queen Shirley is domineering, and everywhere she goes, there are all the females, how dare the little woman disobey. ”

"Anna Stewart, don't turn your back on me when you talk to me. ”

"Okay, okay, not next time. I'm about to be late for class, and the teacher is very fierce, go faster. ”

"Oh"

On September 20, 1004, in the capital of the Wardsmann Empire, the Victory Arena was full of seats for more than 40,000 people.

Reginor Rossi, the chairman of the organizing committee of this year's Kent Cup intercollegiate competition and also the Reich's deputy secretary of defense, stood on the rostrum and solemnly introduced the list of guests who participated in today's event to the audience.

Then, in accordance with the charter, the leaders of the empire, including His Royal Highness Crown Prince Gulliver, were invited to speak for everyone, and received deafening applause.

Several imperial leaders analyzed and reviewed the changes and developments that had taken place in the empire over the past two years from the perspectives of education, defense, and even the economy.

In this competition, the outstanding results achieved by various colleges and individuals were introduced, and how many young talents emerged.

And gave high hopes for the next championship battle, hoping that the players will play in style, at the level of the game, not to be complacent because of victory, and not to be discouraged because of failure, they are the backbone of the future of the empire, and what awaits them will be a better tomorrow.

In short, for half an hour, the ceremony was successfully completed.

The two teams, also from the Southeastern Province, returned to the lounge, and after ten minutes of repair, they will face off on this field to decide who won today's championship.

At the head of the team of the Green Vine Academy was Vice Principal Taryn, who was extremely proud in his heart at the moment.

No matter how loud the slogan was shouted before the game, he did not expect that this day would actually come.

The children behind them have lived up to the expectations of the college and the family, repaying the hard work of so many years with one victory after another, showing the courage and talent of the new generation of young people in Coccon City.

Philip opened his eyes, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he had a completely confused expression.

A minute ago he was sitting in the dressing room of the arena, preparing for the upcoming final.

Although he is confident that he can lead his team to the final victory, it is the final after all.

After all the hard work to come here, only the last step is missing to reap the fruits of victory, and the hearts of the teenagers are a little excited and a little nervous.

Randall and Phelps walked up and down on the ground, while the bald-headed Chris muttered something to the sidelines, and even the normally calm Chuck and Wesley seemed a little out of sorts.

Philip was about to say a few words of comfort when he suddenly felt his head dizzy, as if he had been hit in the head with a sledgehammer, and he almost fell.

When he steadied himself and opened his eyes again, what was in front of him was no longer the familiar dressing room, but a magnificent palace.

It is not appropriate to call it a temple, because there is no roof, only eight thick stone pillars surround and tower between heaven and earth, and beyond the stone pillars there is a bright emptiness, and there is no edge in sight.

The floor is paved with golden stone slabs, and there are mysterious patterns on it, which is simple and mysterious, just like the shrine of the ancient Greek god of war.

The sky was blue, but there was no sun in sight, only two moons, one white and one red, hanging there, so low that they seemed to be plucked off with a stretch of hand.

What shocked him the most was that in the middle of the entire hall, that is, in front of him, there was a huge spirit core floating in the air, blue, exuding a brilliant luster.

Between the blue spirit core and his body, a thick chain hung from them, connecting them.

The chains stretched strangely out of his back, untouchable, but as if there was no weight.

Who am I, where am I, what's wrong with me?

Of the three questions of the soul, the first question Philip could naturally answer, but the remaining two questions made him extremely distressed.

He walked around the hall, looking for some clues.

Regrettably, he didn't find anything wrong except for the eight stone pillars that were more than twenty meters high, and the entire hall was empty without a single person, except for himself.

No, Philip noticed something out of the ordinary.

He looked at the nearest stone pillar and was surprised to find that there was a stone pillar hidden behind it, but it looked a little mutilated, only half a meter short, and the color was different from the other stone pillars.

The other stone pillars were all dark green, but this one was dark blue, but the color was extremely dark, and it looked like black, so he couldn't tell it for a while.

Looking at the eight half-stone pillars, and then at the chains protruding from his waist, Philip suddenly had some ominous premonition in his heart.

He hurriedly looked up, and sure enough, the top of the nearest green stone pillar was slightly shorter than the others, not too short, almost half a meter.

Philip cursed angrily, he had just cured the disease on the spirit core, and he hadn't been happy for a few days, and now it was starting again.

It's hard to be reborn once, it's hard to have a super talent, and it's hard to be born in a powerful family, why can't you let him live a few more days of good life.

If you don't guess wrong, this should be the unknown space that houses the spirit core, and these eight green stone pillars are the eight tentacles of the green spirit core.

Eight tentacles turned into stone pillars, surrounding the center of the temple with a green spirit core, declaring sovereignty over this space.

And now there is an extra blue stone pillar, indicating that the blue spirit core that has recovered from its injuries can't wait to start grabbing the position.

Although it is only a short half meter at present, but in the future, when all the green stone pillars are taken place, can his body accommodate the blue spirit core, after all, the genetic information on it is completely different from Philip's current body.

Maybe not eight roots, Philip had a faint hunch that as long as there were four of them, something ominous would happen and it would be irreparable.

With a headache, he crouched down beside the blue stone pillar, looking closely, hoping to spot some turnaround.

At least there must be a reason for him to be trapped in this space, and he believes that there must be a solution.

Sure enough, the blue stone pillar was not stationary, it was sinking towards the ground at a slow speed, making a slight grinding sound.

And the green stone pillars are also rising at the same rate, and seem to be trying to reclaim their place.

At this rate, in Philip's judgment, it would take at least a quarter of an hour or more.

Philip stood up and wandered around the hall, knowing he had to do something.

Looking at his body, he realized that it was no longer the suit of armor used for the competition, but a very beautiful and gorgeous set of pale green armor.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't see the body inside, he would have thought that it was made of transparent crystal, not only could he not see a trace of welding and binding, but even the surface was extremely smooth.

This suddenly reminded him of his own spirit membrane, which would be almost like this if it was turned into armor.

It's a pity that there are no weapons, otherwise you can try to break or smash this stone pillar.

The strange thing was that he had just had an idea, and countless points of light suddenly appeared from the void and condensed in his palm.

The light dimmed, and it was a standard version of a heavy two-handed broadsword.

Alas, it would be nice if only a hammer.

As his thoughts shifted, the broadsword once again spread out into countless points of light, converging into a thick warhammer, the head of which alone was a foot in diameter, exactly as he had thought.

As if he had found his favorite toy, Philip excitedly played the game of dress-up, and even the armor on his body could change his favorite style according to his ideas.

Tang-style, Song-style, Japanese-style, European-style, chain mail, plate armor, Mingguang armor, and even elven armor full of fantasy style full of hollow decorations.

Immersed in the dress-up game, Philip had so much fun that he seemed to have forgotten about business, but he soon tasted the bitter fruit of indulgence.

Just as he tried to add a pair of wings to his back, he suddenly felt a palpitation inexplicably, as if he was being targeted by a natural enemy.

This familiar smell is very similar to the feeling that the green light arrow brought him at the beginning.

Philip vigilantly searched for a source of unease, and finally fixed his eyes on the two moons hanging low in the sky.

I saw that white blades of light flew out of the white moon at some point, resembling a crescent moon, flying in a regular formation in the direction of the temple.

The speed didn't seem fast, but Philip knew it was because of the distance, and he didn't know how fast the Moonblade would be if it flew in front of him.

And the dark red moon stretched out a long tentacle, much faster than the speed of those moon blades, and before he could react, he came to the blue spirit core, swaying from side to side.

Philip hurriedly returned to the center of the temple, guarding his blue spirit core, he didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past, at least this time he had to fight for his fate.

No matter how slow they flew, three minutes later, those moon blades still shot into the hall.

In the distance, the moon blade was only an inch long, and when it reached the near front, it was a meter long and more than half a foot wide, and it was so fast that it left only an afterimage.

Before he could react, the first Moonblade struck its target.

To his surprise, the Moonblade's target was not the more conspicuous blue core, but the two-colored intertwined chains that hung between them.

Philip only heard a ding, and the white moonblade left a clear scratch on the chain.

He hurriedly dodged in horror, but no matter where he ran, three consecutive moon blades slashed at the chain in different trajectories, as if they had an automatic tracking function.

In desperation, Philip could only wave his broadsword to block, but the moon blade was faster, and the blade of his sword fell down, leaving a shallow mark again.