The big clock on the tower struck twelve times.
Galadia stretched out her hands toward the sky and prayed to the gods who cared for her. Firefly-like light spots flew down from the sky, swirled and gathered around her fingers, like curious natural elves in fairy tales, and finally turned into a small piece of colorful gemstones and fell into her hands.
This is the proof of the Chosen One, the crystallization of pure spiritual energy, the holy object that leads to all desires. Galadia raised it in front of her eyes and found that the gem-like polyhedron was just a thin outer layer of crystals. Inside, there were cyclone-like clusters of tiny particles floating, changing shape and structure every moment.
This is not a luxurious and complicated beauty, but a beauty that is free from all impurities and possesses infinite essence. Just such a small piece of the crystallization of the ritual is already so amazing, and the final reward of the Chosen One's Sacrifice must be such an amazing miracle.
At the same time, a strange feeling came.
Galadia found that she could outline the outline of the city in her mind without using tools. Most of the swaying light spots were almost evenly distributed in every corner of Beyeland, and some appeared further out, beyond the scope of the city.
The Chosen One's signal lasted only five minutes before disappearing. However, before the signal disappeared, Galadia clearly sensed that at least one person was leading here.
Who is the one?
The 24 chosen ones, or outsiders spying on the miracle. Those who dare to take action on the first night are undoubtedly confident and aggressive enemies.
When will Griffith come... The girl subconsciously wants to rely on him, but a certain emotion that surges out of thin air is encouraging her, pushing away the hesitation and attachment.
Come on, Galadia, you are already a mature elf, the heir of the Villanoy family, and will even become a consul in the future, you can do it.
Galadia closed her eyes, took off the pendant from her neck, put the surging spiritual emblem in it, and then used the echo to contact her tribe.
"Melrose, the emblem of the chosen one is activated normally. Ashura, Harandil, is launched as planned."
At this moment, the beautiful face showed no fear and was full of joy. Galadia's eyes sparkled, and her words were as sweet as music. The silver moonlight shone down, giving her a holy halo. Anyone could tell that she was being favored by the gods.
Miss Elf was alone, walking leisurely along the stone path beside the Aiyu River.
The city of Beyeran is well-ordered, with a series of city walls, fortresses and ports on the side of the Golden Horn near the north of the city. Looking into the distance where the bay enters the sea, you can faintly see the new Sanssouci Palace.
The city walls and river banks here are very long, and the inside of the walls and the city are separated by wide streets. At night there is almost no one around, and the bright moonlight shines on the ground, outlining a dreamlike and empty scene.
The field of view is wide enough and the terrain is undulating. Whether sniping or maneuvering, you can quickly find suitable terrain. It's the perfect place to fight.
Galadia stood on the broad road like a champion who accepted the challenge. The evening wind blew her long hair and lifted her cloak, revealing her silver light armor, war blade and strong bow.
The light spot marking the chosen one has long since disappeared, replaced by a cold and strong fighting spirit coming with the wind.
The fluctuating spiritual energy is like testing, confirming each other's intentions. Then, the master of psychic energy walked out of the dark alley and came this way. Under the moonlight and the shadow of the eaves, her long ponytail can be vaguely seen swinging slightly with her tall and slender figure, and the outline of her spear and buckler shimmers, as if blessed by storms and lightning.
coming soon!
Melrose, who was lurking in the distance and observing the scene through a crystal ball, started to tremble with excitement. Harandil on the side hurriedly sent out a signal to remind each group to pay attention. They were a few streets away from Galadia and couldn't interfere in the battle.
coming soon! Let my battle begin the Rite of the Chosen, stir the heavens and the earth, and buy time for my Griffith.
bring it on! Show me who my challenger is!
Galadia heard the noisy commotion, and the deserted streets seemed to be crowded with invisible people snooping around. She didn't care, untied the cloak from her shoulders, and let it fall to the ground.
The Canaanite successor wears a mithril crown, a light green long coat decorated with gold threads, and brown knee-high boots. The moment the cloak fell to the ground, a burst of magic energy rose up, stirring up a whirlwind-like flow in the air and wrapping around the tall body. Galadia wrapped her whole body in a silver shield and declared majestically:
"I am Galadia Valannoy, the Beloved of the Queen of the Silver Moon and Stars,"
"Send your name, the chosen one, I declare in the name of the successors of Canaan, become my ally, and I will share blessings and truth with you; become my enemy, and you will lose the qualification to move forward tonight. ."
What responded to her was a roar of thunder.
The silver arc suddenly broke out, splitting a dazzling silver light in the darkness.
The night sky, which had been clear and cloudless just a moment ago, was filled with stormy clouds, lightning and thunder, as if shouting for the arrival of God's favored ones. The dark streets seemed like daylight under the light of bursts of lightning. A heroic red-haired woman walked through the dust of the world with unstoppable momentum.
She stood with her head held high in the wind. The wind and thunder condensed into a blue-white crystal barrier to protect her. Her red hair was tied into a long ponytail, like a ball of flames fluttering in the wind. She wore a combat uniform with red stripes on a black background and a golden breastplate. , the greaves flashed with a bright golden halo, and the holy spear and golden buckler in his hands were wrapped by blue lightning.
She is beautiful and pure, powerful and fierce, like the embodiment of thunder and storm in the mortal world, and is more dazzling than the heroes in mythology. The golden holy spear cheered, venting the unbearable pressure like the Queen's vanguard.
A series of crackling explosions sounded in the air. Many hidden crystal prisms and lurking small familiars exploded and fell in the moment of lightning flashes, the noise disappeared, and the night became even more silent.
When she saw the face of the visitor clearly, Galadia was speechless for a moment.
"Greetings to you, lovely elf princess," the red-haired woman said in a voice as moving as a nightingale, a smile flowing in her arrogant expression, "However, I suggest you take back your first suggestion.
"Because you must have a reason to compete with me.
"I, Erza Valkyrie, the one blessed by thunder and storm, will be your opponent.
"Come, tonight, right here, let our light shine in the sky!"
