Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 2864: Cup Of Light Shining Thirteen

The white light gradually dipped into Elaine's chest, assimilating into the White Bear Man.

"Keke cough ...!" Elaine, who had fallen into a coma, suddenly became aware, and slowly opened her eyes in a series of violent coughs. What he saw was a platinum male lion coming together.

"Ray ... No ..." As if I knew that I was out of danger, I finally felt relieved that Elaine, who had just woke up, fell asleep again. But his deep sleep was different from the deadly dead sleep. Elaine, who was asleep now, was clearly alive, and the soul had been re-infused into that body.

"Um, I don't quite understand what is happening here." Bedyville said with a stunned expression: "But it looks like Elaine doesn't need us to save it. Well, Queen Greenway is back, and Elaine is back . Happy ending, happy congratulations? "

"No, not yet," said the Knight King.

The Holy Spirit Platinum Lion is wounded. Obviously it should be the immortal Holy Spirit, but it seems to have been severely damaged in the extremely brutal fierce battle. Even the shape of the platinum lion could not be maintained normally, and there were hundreds of defects in the whole body. The apparently exhausted Holy Spirit, still tensely guarding Elaine, seemed to be guarding against something.

He just jumped out of the trees that were constantly emitting black gas. But even if he left the tree species, the thing was still violently black, as if it was still activated!

The always black magic palm emerged from the tree species, and quickly reached Elaine! The platinum lion patted it with a paw, and scattered the seemingly black magic palm, turning it back into black smoke again! And likewise, the palm of the hand attacked King Arthur at a very high speed. But the Knight King's response was quick. The holy sword had long been out of the sheath. After the golden light flashed, the magic palm also disappeared.

"Merlin!" The Knight King reminded.

"It's done!" The Master Mage wrapped the twin tree species with a stronger enchantment, so that the black gas inside would no longer leak out. More magic palms tried to emerge from the tree species, constantly impacting the enchantment, but all were blocked back.

"It's not over yet, Satan is still pursuing Elaine." The King of Knights asserted: "No, it is hunting the [Three Holy Men]. Is flail one of the targets."

Beddyville exclaimed, "Queen Greenville is in danger!"

"It's okay, Greenville has Lancelot around." The Cavalier King was very calm. "Now he should have repelled a wave of sneak attacks."

Boom! After protecting Elaine for the last time, the Holy Spirit Platinum Lion was exhausted and fell to the ground. The Holy Spirit made of photons was originally light and almost weightless, but when he fell to the ground, he made an unusually heavy sound. The body of the Holy Spirit Platinum Lion began to become transparent and gradually dissipated.

"……he died?"

"No, the Holy Spirit is immortal," a golden light flashed in the eyes of the Cavalier King, and he was looking at the world of photons with [True Vision]: "He just consumed the power and became spiritualized. Seen by the naked eye. "

Under King Arthur's true vision, the Holy Spirit Platinum Lion just became transparent and became invisible to the naked eye, but a group of photons that really existed ran into Elaine's body.

Merlin then glanced at Arthur: "Your Majesty, the Holy Spirit is--"

"Yes, it is him. It has always been him-a virtual personality for mental pollution, e373-beta (beta)."

The King of the Knight blinked: "Even the color and fluctuation of the Light Soul are exactly the same, and there is nothing wrong with it. I have been doubting it before. The spirit body Elaine transformed with the Holy Stone must have been with him from the beginning. There is some kind of origin. "

In order to protect Elaine, he forcibly traveled for nine hundred years. At some point, nine hundred years later, when Elaine used the holy stone to pray for the appearance of the Holy Spirit, he was teleported there and appeared in front of Elaine in another gesture.

The virtual personality [beta] is [the Holy Spirit Platinum Lion]. He has been there to help Elaine, the Holy Spirit, without regrets.

He defeated the Pope, went deep into the hell, and rescued Elaine's light soul from Satan's clutches.

"You mean ... Elaine's unidentified virtual personality has time traveled by himself. In the world nine hundred years later, he went to **** alone and saved Elaine's soul. After that, he still traveled alone, Come back here again? "Beddyville froze." What kind of fairy operation is this. "

"The composition of the holy stones is full of inexplicable mysteries. Even the Holy Spirit, we know very little about them today." The Knight King shook his head and said, "It's because of fetters (Kama)."

"Bound?"

"I'm afraid that virtual personality in Elaine has had a deep bond with him since a long time ago. Otherwise, he would never have been able to summon e373-beta with the holy stone. One side was thinking about saving, the other was praying for being Redemption finally created a miracle. "Arthur said:" As for the problem of the return journey ... it is even simpler. After all, Elaine's body remains in our time. "

"Time travel is not as simple as you think, Your Majesty," Merlin sighed. "But this is an established fact, and I don't say much."

"Yes. It doesn't make sense to be elegant." The Knight King turned his eyes to the trees wrapped in heavy enchantments: "Elaine is back. His Holy Spirit has won us more time. But it is not over , The things to be done have not changed. We still cannot avoid fighting against Satan. "

Those who did not solve the problem, Arthur, Greenville, and Elaine will always be threatened. God knows when the demon attack will come?

"But we don't have to be so hurried this time," Bediville continued. "Prepare well, and give the demon a fatal blow."

auzw.com "If I can, I want to lead him to our world to solve it. But the devious devil certainly won't make us easy." Pass it to Bedyville: "In any case, get ready for both hands."

Meanwhile, Aswan, inside the Egyptian National Stadium.

"Let everyone wait a long time. The clean-up of the playing field has been completed and the game will restart." The broadcast sound echoed inside and outside the stadium.

"Finally." Albert patted his butt, got up from the bench, and stretched out: "It took me ten minutes to meow. This seems to us quite good."

"You have enough rest?" Moot asked.

"Ah, the rest is super-grade ~ plenty." Albert replied.

At this time, in the player's lounge dedicated to the Sphynx team, in the room locked from the inside, there were twenty Albert avatars sitting cross-legged and in a meditation state. They are translucent, and their bodies are generally in subspace, completely free from outside interference.

The ten-minute break was insignificant to others. But Albert could use the split to expand the ten minutes more than twenty times. Twenty avatars rested there for ten minutes at the same time, which is equivalent to resting Albert's body for two hundred minutes, which is more than three hours.

Albert felt that he had recovered a lot from his previous fatigue and felt good about himself.

"Is it good? Maybe." Hiloma stood up, thoughtfully. The so-called "favorable" may be for the South African Saints. It took a lot of effort on the part of Sister Sherry Chad to get a big man back, making Sete unable to play for the time being. But the delay of these ten minutes meant that Sete rushed back to participate in the game again and had another ten minutes.

It would be nice if the Sphynx team could end the game before Seth played. If not, at least the score should be widened so that Sete can't pull it back.

Hiloma looked at the scoreboard on the field. Sandstorm Sphinx just temporarily led an offensive round (seven points, six touchdowns plus one reward point), which is far from being a big score to leave the opponent. Not to mention that it is still in the South Africa's offensive round, and the Sphynx team has not completely made a clearance.

At least ... the opponent's offensive round must be resolved so that they can't get points.

Albert stretched as he walked on the field.

"Huh?" He suddenly snorted when he saw something suddenly.

"what happened?"

"There seemed to be something meowing in the air just now ..." The young Tigerman narrowed his eyes, looked up and observed carefully. But he had just seen that flash of light and could not find it. Nothing can be in the sky. Obviously, there are no birds in sight. Today, it is even a fine day without clouds-the most common weather in the desert country of Egypt.

"No, it's not meowing," he said, "probably an illusion."

"Well." Hiloma snorted thoughtfully, seemingly concerned about Albert's discovery.

"It's weird. Why did they still refuse to postpone today's game until tomorrow after such a big time?" Mutt, who walked side by side with Albert, asked casually.

"They won't." The tiger man Hangusta, who came slowly on the other side, said: "The mysterious force they use today to press people on the ground must be a state-class military weapon of South Africa. That kind of thing is fine while secretly coming out of today's game, but it can only be used in today's game. "

"The same trick used in the next game will increase the risk of being spotted." Moot also wanted to understand the matter: "Sure enough, these guys are mean and timid."

"No matter how they cheat," Albert learns and sells, copying what Hiloma had said to him before: "We also have to beat them upright and let them recognize the gap.-In In the face of absolute power, any small means will not make sense. "

"That's right .... God, you're handsome when you say that." Mutter shook her tail and put on the helmet.

"Fool." Albert quickly put on a helmet to cover the flushed face, and put himself in the center of the field.

Gustave listened aside, and looked unhappy.

"Maybe there is a way to crack their mysterious power, come here." Hiloma passed Albertra: "After the kick-off, you are like this ..."

"Huh?" Tiger Tiger's ear moved: "Is this really meowable? Not so good?"

"I've studied the rules of the game carefully. It's not a foul. At least not in dark American football. We just played a little [dirty] at best." Hiloma replied: "compared to their dirty and dirty means It ’s nothing if we do this. Can you do it? "

"Very good. Leave it to me." Although a little reluctant, Albert agreed.

The South African Saints are a group of guys who rely on external forces to win games without any means.

To deal with such a guy is to attack with poison. (To be continued)