People looked at the door in unison. Through the broken door, a tall, thin shadow poked out like a bamboo pole.

"Jekon is probably the only guy in the entire Cherry Ferry with this ability. Ryuji replied with a pout.

"Hey, Southerners, come in and talk!" Sibby beckoned.

Jekon looked around blankly, then walked slowly into the room, poked in the middle of the room, and stared vacantly at the ceiling.

"Lord Jonah, are you sure you want to do this? The Punjab beast spirit does not show pictures and sounds, but messages recorded with souls, which will cause you severe pain at the moment of connection, plus the mental impact of the battle...... We hope you will regain some stamina before doing so, just to be on the safe side. Elliott worried.

Toba didn't like to hear it. "Eli, after drinking my secret porridge, the adults are completely fine!"

"He's already like this anyway, how bad can he be?" said Sibi with a grin.

Jonah waved away the messy comments and held up his palm to Jeekong, "Jedon, can you please help me see what that day was going on? I need to know everything." ”

"April 21, 3:32 p.m. The Rose Knight added, "Are you sure ......, Lord Jonah?"

Jekon approached the window and lowered his head, his eyes staring at Jonah's face, but Jonah felt his gaze penetrate his body and shoot into the unknown distance.

The southerner's face was expressionless, his hands quickly made complex mudras, and between his fingers there were flowers with complex petals, and at each of the passages of a group of mudras, Yekong suddenly closed his palms, and the golden ripples visible to the naked eye rippled out of his palms and floated into the air, accompanied by the low sound of Zen bells from nowhere.

Eli, Toba, Dragon, and Sibby each stepped out of the window, and Jonah's flaxen curls and Jekon's red hair were blown up by the tangible, qualitative golden wind.

"I'm a!" ended with a sign of wisdom and auspiciousness with his palms facing each other and flicking his fingers up and down, and Jekong snapped a sigh and folded his palms together, covering Jonah's right hand with the Punjabi beast spirit in his palm.

I rarely heard his voice, and I thought that Yakong's voice would be as jagged and dry and astringent as his knife, but I didn't expect it to be a nice baritone.

Jonah thought in a daze, and suddenly like a sledgehammer slammed into the Heavenly Spirit Cover, there was a loud bang in Jonah's ears, and his vision fell into darkness, accompanied by a sharp pain like a tear in his head. Dark. Fall. Like the last memories before he fell unconscious, the star array greedily sucked out his mental power and life, the familiar sensation made it difficult for Jonah to breathe, his hands scratching at his neckline, his nose flashing rapidly. In the dimness, he seemed to hear the anxious calls of his companions, and he couldn't help but remember that he hadn't had time to explain the reason for his coma to everyone.

A gust of wind swept across his cheeks. The pain receded, and Jonah heard the sound of rushing water, smelled the dampness, touched the icy raindrops, and then saw a heavy rain and the smoky water in the rain.

This is a wide surface of water, you can't see the end of the river bank at the other end, the black and blue river water is surging with countless turbulent waves, the waves are smashed on the bank, the splashing mist is immediately washed away by the torrential rain, between heaven and earth, is a chaos belonging to the water.

He stood in the middle of a huge arena a hundred yards in circumference, a sunken basin about six feet deep in the ground, and the unpaved brown mud was soaked in rainwater.

There were many spectators sitting or standing outside the arena, and he saw his father in the crowd, and he sat comfortably in the rain, looking at his big pipe, the fire of which was not extinguished by the heavy rain.

He felt the weight of his coat absorbing the rain, so he unbuckled it, unfastened the long knife from behind his back and held it in his hand, took off his heavy rust-colored coat, threw it in the muddy water, and wiped his face.

He is Jerkon. This is the twilight arena of Cherry Ferry. Not far away is the black-blue water on the other side of the holy river. Beside him, stood Toba, Elliott, Sibby, and Ryuki. Their opponents were jumping into the arena one by one, and the rainstorm made him unable to see the appearance of his opponents, only knowing that the figures were divided into three groups. In addition to them, three teams.

"This is the sixth winning race. Your target, at the top of the flagpole in the middle of the arena, -- the target of this game is my favorite oriental food: a piece of tofu. The team that can keep the target intact until the end of time, or destroy all opponents and keep the target intact is the winner of the match and wins one of the twenty-three tickets. As you have seen before, in the Twilight Arena ......"

Daddy's words are not finished, and the battle has begun. One team is attacked by another squad, and shouts of killing and swords are clashed.

“...... There are no privileges or terms, and you can start fighting before I blow the trumpet to begin. There are smart people in this game. Daddy laughed. He dropped his pipe and blew his golden horn vigorously.

The low, deep sound of the horn resounded through the dusk arena.

The pitchfork squad forms out of a defensive formation. Toba used his strong chest to block a possible threat, turned back and asked, "Eli, what now?"

"Observe. The Rose Knight replied, spear in hand. "I couldn't get information about the opponent before the game, so now I have to defend and gather information. Lord, we've identified a dangerous power releaser. ”

In the distant rain curtain, there were clusters of high-speed air balloons shooting in all directions with sharp whistling, and the rain painted a flat shape on the invisible air mass.

The Power Releaser is a class unique to the Western Continent. If you don't count other races such as the Eizians and the alien elves, the Western Continent is basically a single racial plate composed of fair-skinned and blue-gray Kirsievets.

At the age of 18, a very small number of Cosivets experience an awakening of the Divine Ability to become a natural power releaser, an innate ability known for its strong aggressiveness, but the consumption of life energy makes the power releaser physically weak and short-lived, unless aided by expensive drugs. The First Central Army of the Zavi Empire had a legion composed of power-releasers, which was its greatest combat strength outside of the Ground Dragoon Corps.

"Good luck. Ryuji said beside her. Her long black hair was soaked and clung to her slender neck, like a white swan with black feathers.

"That's right, good luck. The Rose Knight agreed.

They refer to the positions of the four teams. The three teams entered from the north end of the arena and were already fighting, with the Pitchfork Squad at the southern end of the arena, in a well-defended position with their backs to the wall and their target in surveillance.

"Tofu? is it the kind of food that is soft and clumpy? Damn, how do you take it?" Phew, this is weather-breaking. Sibi wiped the rain from his face and complained.

"Miss Grasshopper, can you see the top of the flagpole?" asked Elliott.

"It's as clear as looking at your own toes. Sibi's green pupils constricted into a line, like a cat full of danger. "Hey, don't call me a grasshopper. Miss also, how ugly it sounds. ”

"There's a thief moving at high speed. When he has captured his target, shoot him down. Miss Long Ji, prepare to capture the target, be careful not to break it. Ladies and gentlemen, we have not found a powerful mage, and the power releaser will soon run out of life energy, so there is no need to worry. The Pitchfork Squad's defense is far stronger than the attack, and we captured the target and defended it in place until the end of time. Agreed?" The Rose Knight quickly set up and asked for advice.

"Needless to say. Sibi had no doubts about the words of the actual commander of room A51, and waved his arm to pull the silver-shrouded serpentine bow.

"Jekong. Don't let anyone else get close to Miss Ryuhime, that's enough. Elliott turned around.

Jonah's soul nodded. Jekon didn't react.