"Monet, don't play anymore, it's time for us to do it!"

Claire kept urging her brother, and now that Fuya was only a person away from her, it was definitely the best time to attack Fuya.

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

"Throw it away, throw it away! Caught the folding sword on the other side! ”

"It's a second!"

Unfortunately, no matter how loudly Clary warned her brother to make him understand that he had come here to assassinate Fuya, not to play with the Holy Spirit.

But at this moment, Monet's soul seemed to have been ingested by the Holy Spirit battlefield in front of him.

His soul seemed to have entered the body of the captain holding the anchor, playing with the other comrades on this dangerous battlefield.

"Mo... How. ”

Claire was very uncomfortable with this feeling, and her brother would normally listen to whatever she said, except when it came to the Holy Spirit.

"Sister, can you please be quiet now? Now it's a crucial wave of highland team fights. ”

Monet finally answered his sister, but this sentence made Claire completely angry.

When she wants to fight for control of her body with strong means... only to find that she couldn't snatch her brother at all.

A powerful willpower rose from Monet's soul and suppressed Claire to death.

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

"It's time to go to the highlands! Destroy the opposite base directly in one go! ”

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

The fragile crystal simply couldn't withstand the powerful destructive power of the five heroes, and it shattered into pieces in less than ten seconds of support.

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

"Win!"

Monet excitedly stood up from his position and raised his hands in chant, but the moment his hands were raised, he stopped there.

Because the control of this Chaos Demon body has been taken away by her sister.

Claire walked towards Fuya, who was also in the Silent Hall, but the bed where Fuya was sitting suddenly floated......

She quickened her pace and chased out of the Silent Hall, but the moment she stepped out of the Silent Hall, the cheers that almost pierced the Chaos Demon's eardrums made Claire's steps stop.

Claire looked up, and more than half of the audience was shouting the same name, it was Fuya!

She wasn't in the mood to care about any of this, and Claire reached into the pocket of her dress and touched a glass bottle.

Bishop Gainko'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 taken care of by the other inquisitors present.

The bottle contained an unknown liquid potion, and if it was in the Hall of Silence, Claire would just need to take it out and uncork it and throw it at Fuya.

But as soon as Monet sat in her position, Claire was unable to regain control of the Chaos Demon Body at all.

Now outside the Hall of Silence, Fuya wasn't far from her.

There shouldn't be... Issue.

'Claire, stop! ’

As she was about to make a move, a voice rang in her head, coming from the Inquisitor Bishop Nolan had connected with her.

Claire's movements stiffened, and at that moment, a middle-aged man with a beard appeared between her and Fuya.

Who?

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

His gaze seemed to pass through the body of the Chaos Demon, locking on to Claire and Monet, who were dormant in consciousness.

Commentary on the field...

When Claire came back to her senses, she realized that the man was the narrator of the Holy Spirit Game.

"Sister, he's also the host of Falosi's "Interview" show, and I've seen his show before."

"Shut up! I know! ”

Claire usually uses the magic net completely different from her brother Monet, most of the time listening to songs and watching some of the magic net vision... Strange episodes broadcast.

She had watched a few episodes of the talk show on Falssi TV occasionally, and she was surprisingly fond of the host's tricky questions that embarrassed the guests.

But Claire doesn't remember that his pupils were golden vertical pupils like lizards.

"But sister, have you forgotten that interview with Miss Caroli? Didn't talk about what the trial court did some... Bad. Monet said to Claire in a very small voice.

"It has nothing to do with what we're doing now! Monet... Have you forgotten the hatred of your father and mother being killed by demons? Aren't we standing here just to ......"

Before Claire could say the word revenge, the brass dragon took her hand.

The brass dragon's movements were fast, and when she didn't react, the Chaos Demon's body was held by the brass dragon.

Are you going to be caught? The thought flashed through Claire's mind, but the next second the brass dragon raised his hand in the air.

"Because your favorite little Fuya is still sleepy, this interview opportunity is given to the wandering Scro player of the Fuya Knights!" Brass Dragon said.

"Picking... Interview? What should I do sister, I'm still ... Not ready yet. ”

Monet's voice in body consciousness appeared very flustered.

“……”

Claire looked into a corner of the auditorium where a Bishop of the Inquisitor sat and shook his head when he noticed Clary's gaze.

This time the assassination failed, just because his brother was too addicted to the game!

"As the wandering position of the Fuya Knights, the black hook and folding sword used by Scro undoubtedly revitalized the rhythm of the whole line, I personally think that you are the second indispensable player in the team, is there anything you would like to say to the audience before advancing to the finals?"

And also... Final?

Clary looked at Fuya, who was napping with a pillow behind the brass dragon, and the words 'When can 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. ”

Claire gave the brass dragon the briefest answer in the affirmative.

"Did you just declare victory as soon as you came up? The gap between self-confidence and arrogance is not huge, and I hope this player will not bury himself because of this. ”

Brass Dragon let go of Claire's hand, and before Clary could figure out what was going on, he turned around and went to interview the other contestant.