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 had traces of dust, but under the brilliant sunshine-like blond hair, the pair of blue eyes remained unwavering.

He raised his head and looked directly at Fang Ran 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.

As he covered the side of his shoulder with the reverberation of the divine spell that had just activated the space exchange, the wound scraped by the shattered gravel was slowly healed by the elf's power.

Just raising 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 stared at him angrily.

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"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 yearning 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 couldn't accept the idea of ​​using a trap to deliver a fatal blow.

This is a national war, in which the participants on 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 the ancestors and no magical space markers set 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 unwillingness and humiliation rolling 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 speaking 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,

Fang Ran, 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 left intact at the bottom of the Lanthe Building, Fangran exhaled softly. The lack of blood supply that had just stopped his heart slightly eased, and then gave her an explanation that was not an explanation, "I know."

The other party will 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." For this reason, her blue eyes stared at Fangran closely as the wound healed, and her voice returned to calmness.

, proudly straightened his spine and slowly lowered his voice and spoke:

"Do you think you win like this?"

The arm holding the prayer staff flicked, and the arcane weapon 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, the outline of which flashed 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 and rely on external forces that do not belong to you to destroy the balance. You are also not allowed to carry multiple mysterious-side, non-own special items.

Based on the fact that participants generally do not have so many conventional strength components due to external forces, 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 simply none of them.

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 feel and a brilliant brilliance like her long hair. The silver-white sword is larger and wider than ordinary Western swords.

Inscribed with mysterious patterns,

This splendid 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 an irreplaceable look with a prayer staff. She is not a weak clergy nun but the majestic figure of a Vatican arbitration knight!

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

Holding a brilliant 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 busy cross street in London, the figure in a platinum dress raised a brilliant sword, as if swearing a duel, pointing the sword tip at the straight young man in a black suit holding a Tang sword on the ruins,

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

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

What's more surprising to everyone is that this time even Fangran opened his eyes slightly in surprise.

The next second, Osphia raised the sword hilt high and let it go, letting it be entangled and submerged by countless elven air currents. She closed her eyes and thought 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 air currents of dazzling purple, bright red, emerald green, red gold and other colors reverberate and dance in front of Osphia, as if they are some kind of living life, dancing for her, blowing her hair and kissing her beautiful face,

Then we welcome 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 screen in disbelief and opened his mouth in shock.

"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 on!/

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

The splendid and gorgeous long sword was no longer there, but instead appeared behind her, a giant phantom beast that had the illusion of being out of this world, a majestic and beautiful posture, and was unquestionably powerful!!!

"Woo..."

The silver-white soft mane has the same golden lines as the hilt of the sword, guarding behind the slender figure, moving with a sense of 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 that protects a certain elven forest that does not exist in the world,
Chapter completed!