Embassy of the Iron Nation.

After enjoying Her Majesty's banquet, Aitek was a little drunk.

It was already the end of the feast, but the invited nobles were still gathered at the embassy of the Iron Nation.

Today can be said to be a day for all of them to hold high the national flag and celebrate, and the iron casters who won this honor have naturally become the focus of everyone.

The older iron casters dealt with the nobles who surrounded him, and Aitek was surrounded by the sons of nobles his age.

Most of these noble sons studied in Nolan, and many of them played the game of the Holy Spirit.

"I've said I've got a balance with Fuya!"

After drinking, Aitek let go of his humility and revealed what a young man should be, and began to brag about his performance on the battlefield.

"In the words of the spellcaster's forum, it seems that Master Aitek and Master Fuya are five or five open."

"But in the finals, Master Aitke was killed twice by Master Fuya."

A relatively young aristocratic heir instantly pierced the praise of this group of people for Aiteke, and Aitek didn't know how to respond for a while.

"I'm sorry Master Aitek, he's still too young to be sensible."

His parents immediately ran over and dragged the bear child away, and Aitke's drunken head suddenly sobered up half as he watched this scene.

"Master Aitke, don't pay attention to the nonsense of children, come... Congratulations to our champions once again. ”

An aristocratic heir raised his glass again and tried to clink glasses with Aiteck, but Aitek shook his head and put the glass back on the table.

It is true that he won the Holy Spirit Open this time, but this does not mean that he is better than Fuya, no matter which of the five games in the final is Fuya pressing him.

Without the support of his teammates, he would have lost badly.

Of course, Aitke knew this, and his first championship win ended his Holy Spirit career?

The answer is no, even if he wants to retire, Empress Ekanna will not allow it.

It's a sure thing that Ateke will play Fuya again in the field, as he is in charge of the central midfield.

Next time, Fuya's teammates won't be as weak as they are now.

"Master Aitke, Master Fuya seems to have started a live broadcast."

One of the nobles' heirs said suddenly, even though this sentence sounded a little harsh to the ears of those around him.

Atek immediately opened his own magic net, and the most conspicuous position in the magic net vision was indeed the entrance to Fuya's live broadcast room.

Not only Fuya's live broadcast room, but after the Holy Spirit Open ended, Fuya's previous game videos also attracted a new group of fans.

What makes Ateke most ashamed is that he has many heroic playways that he learned from Fuya.

Aitke is actually a fan of Fuya as well.

"It's already 30,000 people, and there are three times more spectators than the gladiatorial arena managed by my family."

"It should be forty thousand, the number is still rising, what is Master Fuya doing?"

When Ateke came back to his senses, many people around him had already turned on Fuya's live broadcast, and the thing called the barrage on the live broadcast screen also floated like a wall.

The content of the live broadcast on the screen does not look like the Holy Spirit, it should be said that Fuya is not playing a game but rather a wild.

'Isn't that the Almighty of Master Fuya?' It turned out to be a live-action show? ’

The figure standing next to Fuya was recognized by the audience for the first time, and the strange color scheme of the almighty was too distinctive, especially the rubber duck on his head.

'Has Master Fuya been inspired by the God of the Holy Spirit to come to the true battlefield of the Holy Spirit?' ’

There are many players of the Cult of the Game on the Spellcaster Forum, and they all believe that the game they play must have existed in another world.

Aitek didn't have time to pay attention to some of the discussions on the barrage, as the magic had been gathered in the hands of the Almighty, and the enemy he was facing had never seen before.

But this reality-like experience of watching a movie and television corner made Aiteke unable to take his eyes off, it was almost like watching a movie.

…………

"There is no point in your resistance, the army of pilgrims will eventually crush you."

The old man recovered from being charred by the Almighty's spell for the fourth time, and the Knights of the Dead beside him came back to life.

"God has given us the strength to never die in our roots."

"Won't forget?" Qiao Xiu stared at the glass ball he was holding in his hand, and a second crack had already appeared on the surface, "Can I summarize your immortality as having many chances to resurrect?" But it must not be infinite, right? ”

The old man didn't answer Qiao Xiu, the Knights of the Dead had already walked out of the range of the highland gate of the Holy Spirit Legion, the old man released more souls, and the number of the Knights expanded from a hundred to a thousand, and they charged in the direction where Qiao Xiu was.

At this moment, Qiao Xiu could hear the sound of horses' hooves trampling the earth.

"Rest under the iron hoof of God."

The deceased knight, who led the team, raised the spear in his hand and was about to pierce Qiao Xiu, but a tall figure suddenly fell from the sky, and the moment he landed on the ground, the ground cracked like a fragile plank!

The next second, he raised his arms and slammed them down on the ground, and the earth shattered... The Knights of the Dead's charge was halted by the shattered earth, and the horses neighed as they fell into the cracks in the ground.

"Summoner! War... Here we go. He clenched his arm, and a chill came out of his mouth.

Tremor Laura Hughes Karshilov!

"I think you can stop your Form 2 lines."

Qiao Xiu looked at the old man from a distance through the ravine on the ground, the ravine and the shattered earth were gradually recovering, and a green arrow crossed Qiao Xiu and shot at the old man.

He wanted to use the gray mist to fend off the arrow, and he had blocked it before!

But now he is not facing a stunted elf leader, but an elf leader with a full level of six god costumes.

The arrow pierced through the shield of the gray mist, straight through his chest, and the hole in his chest was immediately filled by the energy in the glass orb.

But the next moment another arrow pierced his shoulder.

"This is the seventh time I've taken your life, so let me guess how many times I'll have to kill you before you get your resurrection to the bottom... A hundred times? A thousand times? It doesn't matter, what I have is time! ”

Qiao Xiu's provocation finally made the old man feel angry, and the dead knight raised his shield to fend off the elven leader's arrows.

But the scorching black flame fell from the sky, and a banner symbolizing Phalosi's honor was held high beside Qiao Xiu.

The hands of Ronica, the holy nun of Falosi, are burning with a flame that symbolizes revenge.