Blood tax

Chapter 385 First Night ([-])

The great clock on the tower struck twelve.

Galadia stretched out her hands towards the sky, praying to the gods who cared for her.Firefly-like light spots flew down from the sky, twirled and gathered around her fingers, like curious natural elves in fairy tales, and finally turned into a small piece of colorful gemstones and landed in her hands.

This is the proof of the chosen one, the crystallization of pure spiritual energy, the holy object that leads to all wishes.Galadia held it up to her eyes, and found that the gem-like polyhedron was only a thin outer layer of crystallization, and within it, clusters of tiny particles like a cyclone were 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 endless possibilities.Just such a small piece of ritual crystallization is already so amazing, what an amazing miracle should be the final reward of the Chosen One's Sacrifice.

At the same time, a strange feeling came.

Galadia found that she could create the outline of the city in her head without the aid of tools.Most of the swaying light spots are almost evenly distributed in every corner of Bayeran, and some appear in the farther end, beyond the scope of the city.

The chosen one's signal lasted only 5 minutes before disappearing.However, before the signal disappeared, Galadia clearly sensed at least one person coming here.

who can that be?

The 24 chosen ones, or outsiders who spy on the miracle.Those who dare to act on the first night are undoubtedly confident and active enemies.

When will Griffith come... The girl subconsciously wants to rely on her, but a certain emotion surging out of nowhere is encouraging her, pushing away the hesitation and nostalgia.

Come on, Galadia, you are already a mature elf, the heir of the Villanoy family, and you may even become a consul in the future, you can do it.

Galadia closed her eyes, took off the pendant around her neck, put the emblem of surging psychic energy into it, and then used the echo to contact her clansmen.

"Melrose, the Emblem of the Chosen One is activated normally. Ashura, Haranduil, start as planned."

At this moment, the beautiful face was full of joy without fear.Galadia's eyes were shining brightly, and her voice was as sweet as music.The silver moonlight shone down, covering her with a holy halo.Anyone can see that she is being favored by the gods.

Miss Elf was alone, walking along the stone path beside the Aiyu River like a leisurely stroll.

The city of Bayeran is well-ordered. On the side of the Golden Horn near the north of the city, there are a series of walls, forts and ports.Looking at the entrance of the bay into the sea, the new Sanssouci Palace can be faintly seen.

The city walls and river banks here are very long, and the walls and the city are separated by wide streets.At night, there are almost no people, and the bright moonlight shines on the ground, outlining a dream-like empty scene.

The field of vision is wide enough, and the terrain has ups and downs. Whether you are sniping or maneuvering, you can quickly find a suitable terrain.It couldn't be more appropriate to fight here.

Galadia stood on the wide road like a challenged champion.The night wind blew her long hair, lifted her cloak, revealing silver light armor, war blade and strong bow.

The dots of light marking the chosen ones have long since disappeared, replaced by a bitter and vigorous fighting spirit blowing with the wind.

The fluctuating psychic energy is like testing, confirming each other's intentions.Then, the master of the psionic energy walked out of the dark alley and came towards this side.Under the moonlight and the shadow of the eaves, her long ponytail can be vaguely seen swaying slightly with her tall and slender figure, and the silhouettes of spears and round shields are rippling and shimmering, as if blessed by storms and lightning.

coming soon!
Ambushing in the distance, Melrose, who observed the scene through a crystal ball, trembled with excitement.Haranduel on the side hastily sent out a signal to remind the teams to be vigilant.They were a few streets away from Galadia and could not interfere with the battle.

is coming!Let my battle kick off the Tribute of the Chosen One, stir the world and buy time for my Griffith.

come on!Let me see who my challenger is!
Galadia heard the din, and the deserted streets seemed to be crowded with invisible, invisible people watching.She didn't care, untied the cloak from her shoulders, and let it slide to the ground.

Canaanite successors wear mithril crowns, pale green long coats trimmed with gold thread, and brown over-the-knee boots.The moment the cloak fell to the ground, a burst of magic power rose up, stirring up a whirlwind of air in the air, wrapping the tall body.Galadia wrapped her whole body in a silver shield and announced majestically:

"I am Galadia Villanoy, favored of the Queen of Silvermoon and Stars,"

"Report your name, chosen one, I declare in the name of Canaanite successor, become my ally, I will share blessings and truth with you; become my enemy, you will lose the qualification to go forward tonight .”

What responded to her was a roar of thunder.

The silver arc burst out, splitting a dazzling silver light in the darkness.

The night sky, which was still clear and cloudless just now, was turbulent, with thunder and lightning, as if they were shouting for the arrival of the god-favored one.The gloomy street seemed to be daylight under the bursts of lightning, and a heroic red-haired woman was wearing a strong and persistent sword, stepping away from the wind and dust with an unstoppable momentum.

She stood upright in the wind, the wind and lightning condensed into a blue-white crystal barrier to protect her, her red hair was bundled into a long ponytail, flaring like a ball of flames in the wind, her combat uniform with black background and red stripes and golden breastplate A bright golden halo shone on the greaves, and the holy spear and golden round shield in his hand were surrounded by blue lightning.

She is beautiful and pure, powerful and fiery, like the embodiment of thunder and storm in the mortal world, shining brighter than heroes in mythology.The golden holy spear is cheering, like the queen's vanguard, wantonly venting the coercion that cannot be seen directly.

There was a series of crackling explosions in the air.Many hidden crystal prisms and lurking small familiars exploded and fell at the moment of lightning flashes, the noise disappeared, and the night became even more silent.

When she saw the face of the visitor, Galadia lost her words for a moment.

"Greetings, lovely elf princess," the red-haired woman said in a nightingale-like voice, with a hint of a smile on her haughty expression, "However, I suggest you withdraw your first suggestion.

"Because, you must have a reason to compete with me.

"I, Erza Valkyrie, favored of thunder and storm, come to be your opponent.

"Come on, tonight, right here, let our light shine in the sky!"

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(End of this chapter)