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Switching places with the magical space mark he made when he heard the reminder from his ancestors, the tall and slender figure who was standing there long before the building collapsed...

The remaining traces of the Arcane Box dissipated around her. The pure white and flawless royal court dress with golden lines was stained by dust, but the pair of azure eyes under the brilliant sunshine-like blond hair remained unwavering. He raised his head and looked directly at Fangran who was standing on the ruins!

There is a ruined building on one side and a bustling city on the other. The contrast between the dusty platinum dress and the messy black suit is sharp and sharp.

While covering the side of his shoulder where the magic spell that had just activated the space exchange reverberated, the wound scraped by the shattered gravel was slowly healed by the elf's power.

She just raised her gaze to look at the black-haired young man standing on the top of the ruins not far away, with the entire collapsed Lanthol Building as the background. Osphia raised her chin, her blue eyes flashed and she stared at him angrily. .

"You pretender, use false disguises to deceive others. Is this your plan?"

"Compared to the playful appearance before, is this your real side now?"

Originating from the bloodline of the former nobles, the spirit and character inherited from teachers and elders are full of longing for the awe-inspiring and righteous beauty of their ancestors. For Fangran, who first blinded them with weakness and evasion, and then tore off the disguise. Osphia could not accept the idea of ​​using a trap to deliver a fatal blow.

This is a national war, in which participants from both sides represent the positions of their respective countries. In her opinion, it is an arena for an upright duel, not a stage for night battles where victory is achieved by any means necessary.

When I think about it, if there were no reminders from my ancestors and no magical space markers set up in advance, I would be like Neil. Even if I try my best to escape, I will be defeated by the opponent because I have no resistance. This time is extremely important. Osphia, who originally planned to show herself in front of the reawakened ancestors, bit her lip with reluctance and humiliation tumbling in her heart.

But looking at the young man in a suit with black hair and a Tang sword who was standing on the top of the ruins looking down at her, the education she had received still prevented Osphia from saying anything unpleasant. She could only look at his contemptuous and cold voice. Opening:

"You are a coward who only knows how to run away from the beginning to the end, and a liar who only knows how to use this kind of trap!"

And listening to the beautiful opposite sex on the other side of the crossroad, raising her snow-white chin and spitting out the beautiful pronunciation of syllables, even though she didn't understand her language, she looked at her expression like that, that kind of sullen and angry expression that she found that she had fallen into a trap, Fangran, who had seen her a lot before, could probably guess what she was talking about.

Stepping on the top of the ruins with only three or four floors intact at the bottom of the Lanthe Building, Fangran exhaled softly. The lack of blood supply that had just stopped his heart was slightly relieved, and then he gave her an explanation that was not an explanation. The other party would definitely understand. He lowered his head and looked at her calmly and said:

"I can't defeat you three at the same time. If you want to win, you can only use this method."

But in Osphia's ears, she only heard him emphasizing, "There are three of you, so it is reasonable for me to do this." As the wound healed, her blue eyes stared closely at Fangran, and her voice returned to calmness. , proudly straightened his spine and slowly lowered his voice and spoke:

"Do you think you win like this?"

With a flick of the arm holding the prayer staff, the arcane weapon's staff disappeared!

Her long golden hair was raised, making her eyes look as blue and beautiful as the sky. Osphia stretched her right hand into the space beside her, and slowly pulled out the second arcane box, its outline flashing faintly!

She actually has a second Arcane Box! ?

Seeing this scene, everyone watching the battle was shocked. The National War was very strict on the things that were allowed to be put into the arcane box. First of all, it must be composed of its own regular combat power and at the same time belong to external forces other than itself, and There cannot be a large number of duplicates of a certain type of items. It is not allowed to carry multiple technological-side armors to destroy the balance by relying on external forces that do not belong to oneself. Likewise, one cannot carry multiple mysterious-side or non-own special items.

Based on the fact that participants generally do not have so many conventional strength components due to external factors, and they want to bring more trump cards, they do not choose this reason. Therefore, the participants who participate in the national war basically only have an arcane box with the usual technological armor, and some are not. Those who are used to carrying these are even more likely to have none.

But what surprised everyone in the night game was that Ophia on the screen at this moment actually had a second arcane box! ?

What surprised them even more was that it was not the technological armor like the two before!

The golden and beautiful hilt ring is entwined with dreamy and hazy forest light spots, with an ethereal and mysterious light that is as bright as her long hair. The silver-white sword is larger and wider than ordinary Western swords. Inscribed with mysterious patterns,

This brilliant and gorgeous sword was swept across by Osphia's cold hand, and all the collapsed smoke and dust in front of her disappeared!

The two-handed sword that does not match her figure gives her a majestic appearance that cannot be replaced by a prayer staff. She is not a weak clergy nun but a heroic knight of the Vatican Arbitration!

"Are you surprised? Or are you surprised why I was able to put two mysterious items into the Arcane Box?"

Holding a splendid sword that was completely incompatible with her temperament, Osphia looked at Fang Ran who was holding a Tang sword, her eyes were cold and her voice was cold as she spoke:

"I originally only provided support and assistance to others in this national war, so I chose the arcane prayer staff. In order to be fair to your night game, I put this sword in the arcane box..."

Standing on a bustling cross street in London, a figure in a platinum dress raised a brilliant sword, pointing the tip of the sword at the ruins above the ruins, holding a Tang sword. The young man in a black suit stood straight,

The twists and turns, the ups and downs of the stage battle, this moment is unforgettable and stays in the heart.

"It's my exclusive weapon - the Elf Forest!"

To everyone's surprise, even Fangran opened his eyes slightly in surprise this time.

The next second, Osphia raised the sword hilt high and let it go, letting it be entangled and submerged by countless elven air currents while closing her eyes and thinking silently in her heart.

/The forest of dreams that does not exist in the world/Elf elements echoing with laughter/Walking through the corridor path surrounded by the mist of the stream/Flying over the water of the waterfall and flowers/

Watching the airflow of dazzling purple, bright red, emerald green, red gold and other colors reverberate and dance in front of Osphia, dancing for her as if it were some kind of living life, blowing her hair and kissing her beautiful face, Then he welcomes the forest of elves above that is submerged in magnificent colors, as if opening the door to something coming!

"Is this...?"

In the viewing room, even the same party didn't know that she had such an ability. Thinking of something, they couldn't help but glance at the platinum-haired woman next to them. The handsome young man with blond hair pointed at the stunned opening on the screen in disbelief.

"Almost like an urban legend, it is said that among the various forms of weapons exclusive to participants, they are also the rarest type..."

In the night game viewing room, even though there was no sound coming from the virtual screen, my own abilities seemed to hear the sound of some kind of creature waking up. I couldn't bear to recall the information on the night network intelligence interface that had no supporting evidence and was almost like a rumor. Zhu murmured in surprise.

/O Lord of the ancient forest who guards this dreamland/Answer my call/

"Exclusive weapons for biological forms!?"

/Come down! /

As if to confirm the speculation that everyone had exclaimed, Osphia once again opened her beautiful blue eyes, and looked at Fangran with a cold and stern look.

The brilliant and gorgeous long sword is no longer there, but instead appears behind her, a giant phantom beast that combines uncanny fantasy, majestic beauty, and undoubted power! ! !

"Woo..."

The silver-white soft mane has the same golden lines as the sword hilt, guarding behind the slender figure, moving with pressure as if looking at prey, slightly lowering his head and whimpering for breath, and then...

"Roar--------!"

The roaring air burst out and rushed towards Fangran, forcing him to raise his arms to shield his eyes. At the same time, the flying sand and rocks on the ruins lifted up his suit and tie frantically.

The phantom beast Silver Wolf, the lord of the forest, protects a certain elven forest that no longer exists.

At this moment, it came before his eyes!