Bringing Culture to a Different World

The Dark Elf vaguely remembered the reason why Fuya was unwilling to speak.

Fuya had never been able to control the power in her body. Once her emotions fluctuated too much, the domain released by her body would devour all life around her.

Fuya had told the Dark Elf that she did not like to devour life in this way. The main reason was that every time the smell reverberated, she felt like vomiting.

But today… The Dark Elves felt that Fuya had probably spoken the most in her entire life. From the moment she lost the first round of the competition, Fuya had entered a state where the seal was lifted.

“Light chasers, go to the upper half of the wilderness and take a look. If there’s anyone, retreat and don’t attack. White goat threw an anchor at the coordinates I pointed out. I caught it! You can attack.”

Fuya’s voice still sounded weak, but every member of the Knights was following Fuya’s orders.

The Dark Elf sat behind Fuya and looked at Fuya’s magic web interface. She felt dizzy.

Fuya’s Holy Spirit battlefield interface kept changing. One second, she had cast a skill on her own hero, and the next second, she switched to her own teammate, and then switched back to her own hero.

If it weren’t for the Dark Elf’s archery skills that gave her super dynamic vision, she wouldn’t have been able to see what Fuya’s hero was doing.

Fuya’s fingers were also typing rapidly on the keyboard. The speed at which she was pressing the protocrystal mouse with her other hand made the dark elves wonder if she would break the protocrystal mouse.

“Leader, are your skills on Cooldown?”Fuya was actively communicating with her teammates, and the price was that the dark elves had been in the field of life stripping for a long time.

The Dark Elves did not know why they were not affected by this realm. This was also the reason why the previous Demon World Overseer had appointed her as Fuya’s personal guard.

Every time Fuya had an uncomfortable expression on her face, the dark elves knew that the unfortunate passing bird had become Fuya’s food again.

“Missed? I’ve already signaled for you to aim here… Light Chaser, Retreat!”

Fuya’s voice suddenly stopped at this moment, because the screen on her magic net interface had already turned gray.

Fuya had already died in the group battle just now… The Dark Elf watched her hand holding the protocrystal mouse tightly. For the first time, she felt Fuya’s desire for victory.

The Dark Elf wanted to step forward to comfort Fuya, but the magic net interface in front of her quickly switched again.

“The remaining heroes all return to the Highlands. The second defense tower in the middle can’t hold on any longer.”

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Monet felt his consciousness gradually becoming blurry… This match had already been going on for nearly forty-five minutes, and Monet had been maintaining a high degree of concentration for such a long time.

This also caused his soul energy to begin to deplete, but the match was now at its most crucial moment.

The ratio of the iron-casting knights to the Knights of Fuya was 61 to 53. There were not many buildings left in the highlands on both sides, and the opportunity to purchase resurrection scrolls had been completely exhausted.

It could be said that the outcome of one group battle was enough to decide the outcome of the battle.

Monet controlled his white goat to closely follow Fuya’s side. From the start of the second round, he had been following Fuya’s instructions.

This was also the reason why they were able to win two rounds against the ironmonger..

Now, other than considering letting himself and his sister survive from the hands of that demon, the only thing that drove Monet to continue clicking on the mouse was probably… wanting to win.

He wanted to help Master Fuya win the championship of this round!

“White goat, throw the anchor at the place I marked!”

Fuya’s voice rang in Monet’s ears. Monet almost formed a ‘soul reflex’towards Fuya’s orders. He immediately controlled the black hook to throw the anchor in his hand.

The anchor flew straight towards the middle of the river. When Monet threw out the anchor, he just happened to see the enemy cast iron hero take a step back.

Monet was already prepared to welcome the arrival of the team battle. However, his anchor did not grab hold of the hero at the bottom of the river. The surface of the water at the bottom of the river suddenly stirred up a wave. The enemy’s hero, the deep sea banshee, suddenly emerged from the bottom of the water!

The deep sea banshee blocked black hook’s anchor for her teammates, and the anchor grabbed the banshee and pulled it toward black hook.

“Look what I caught!”

As a pirate, black hook shouted out the lines after he caught the spoils of war. When the deep sea banshee was caught in front of black hook, Monet’s heart instantly sank into despair.

This thing was not a good spoils of war! It was a fatal monster that would lead them into the Dead Sea.

Black Hook did not have time to use his subsequent control skills. The deep sea banshee immediately opened her singing voice… after listening to the Banshee’s singing, black hook entered a seductive state, beside him, Fuya immediately avoided the range of the deep sea banshee’s singing.

However, it was already too late. The cast iron men seized this opportunity. They had been lying low for a long time.

The deep sea banshee was the kind of hero who could play the greatest role when surrounded by the enemy. The cast iron men had chosen this hero in order to target black hook, the white goat.

They had already seen through that the white goat was only good at this one hero. As for the other members of Fuya’s knight order, other than Fuya, only the light chaser could barely form a balance with the cast iron men on the line.

The combination of thunder crystal and the hero of the blood clan had already declared their deaths almost at the beginning of the group battle. Monet could only delay the deep sea banshee’s footsteps and then retreat continuously.

Fuya did not give any further instructions, but the hero she used, Saintess Solonika, had already appeared in front of the enemy.

Scorching black flames burned on the battlefield, blocking the retreat path of the two heroes of the enemy.

“The Phantom and broken sword have already captured Fuya’s saint, but the saint’s damage has exceeded their expectations. The pitch-black saint, who still has half of her HP left, used the Flames to burn broken sword to Ashes!”

The Brass Dragon provided an explanation for this last team battle. This was a team battle where three members of Fuya’s Knight Regiment faced off against five members of the enemy’s team.

The process was extremely difficult. The hero under Lord Skeleton did not last long before he was declared dead. Black Hook also blocked the firepower of Fuya’s deep sea banshee for a while before he fell to the ground.

“The Saintess is still not dead. She released the judgement flag, and another iron caster was killed! However, her HP could not continue to hold on, and she welcomed a perfect end.”

Fuya killed the Iron Caster, Quillian

“Three kills.”

This notification resounded throughout the entire battlefield in the next second, and Fuya’s consecutive kills were also announced to be over.

The SAINTESS, Nunica, who was holding the pitch-black flag high, finally half-knelt in the river and was swallowed by her own Black Flames.

The news of the team wipe-out was undoubtedly the final stop for this competition.