Under the night sky, Euryone's figure was like a phantom, moving between the shadows and firelight of the castle. The sword light she brought up was like two crescent moons in the dark night, interweaving in a chaotic and colorful manner. Some of the flashing sword blades slashed through the city wall, instantly cutting off a smooth piece, making people doubt the authenticity of these solid stone bricks.
The person he was fighting against, the girl in the purple and white dress, appeared in the air for a moment like a ghost, and then disappeared, while silently roaring ghosts shuttled out in the dark night, chasing the figure with golden hair and two swords in front of him.
The two crossed paths several times and continued to fight.
Purple flames burned, ghost fires flowed, and burning black and purple night flowers began to emerge in the originally dim night sky. These soul-burning flames seemed to be pulled and kept swimming. Most of them drew entangled trajectories and rushed towards the opponents, while a small number attacked the soldiers operating the giant crossbows on the city wall.
Facing this familiar opponent from school, O'Rone had to concentrate fully. Although the War Sequence had many disadvantages against the various methods of the Undead, it was not invincible.
After swinging her sword once more and slaying the pursuing ghosts, Euryone paused on the city wall for a moment.
His once clear forehead now had some sweat on it, sparkling in the firelight, while his eyes were like hard and transparent royal crystal.
During these few seconds of stagnation, the extraordinary core in her body gradually became brighter and brighter like a golden flower bud, slowly blooming. The blazing magic power flowed and coated the two swords in her hands layer by layer, making them like electric blades, with bursts of electric sparks from time to time.
At this time, another burst of purple fire came, and O'Rone's figure moved instantly.
Time seemed to slow down again at this moment. Her trajectory was like an elongated golden meteor, turning and passing through the purple flames, and then rushing straight towards the looming figure in the night sky.
The double blades of the new moon left countless residual phantom tracks in the air, and finally intersected at that place.
Lightning and purple flames exploded.
Euryone half-knelt on the ground again, pressing both rapiers and her hands to the ground.
Slowly, she stood up again, and in the brick and stone ruins opposite, lay the girl from before.
At this moment, Luna's hair was disheveled, and parts of her body were burnt and broken, and all kinds of pain were coming from her body.
He is worthy of being the champion of the Winter Festival Gala, and the youngest champion in history.
She looked at the figure opposite her, gritted her teeth and slowly stood up. Just as the figure was about to pounce on her again, she flashed and disappeared again.
Oroney slashed her sword in the air, then turned her head again and looked at Luna who appeared not far behind her.
Both of them were a little exhausted at this moment and had to slow down their offensive for the time being.
"I remember you are not from the Empire. Why did you travel such a long distance to come here and participate in the rebellion? Are conspiracy and power so attractive to you?" Euryone looked at the girl who looked like a young lady and questioned and inquired.
"What does this have to do with whether I'm an Imperial or not? I'm just doing what I want to do." Luna looked at the innocent blonde girl opposite through the firelight.
"Why are you so loyal to the Empire? Don't you know that the Empire's rule is already very bad?"
"I don't know whether the empire is so bad that it is beyond redemption. But I was raised by the general since I was a child, and those adults have taken good care of me. I need to repay this kindness." Euryone shook her head.
"Perhaps, in your eyes, the Empire is evil, but it has been passed down for so many years, so there must be something commendable about it. Moreover, His Majesty the Regent is now working hard to govern the country, so there may be improvements in the future."
"In that case, there's nothing more to say." Luna opened her hands again, and wisps of dark flames gathered in the night, gradually forming a small sphere.
"I also have a favor to repay. That lady once saved me and my family. No matter what, I don't want to let her down." The purple flame ball in her hand became more and more blazing, its light was like pure white, and then suddenly exploded.
The blinding light forced O'Rone to close her eyes briefly, and she then dodged several passing attacks with her superior intuition. When she opened her eyes again, the originally dark night sky was exceptionally bright.
A huge purple full moon appeared in the sky, illuminating the castle and the hillside as brightly as day. Countless soldiers in the battle could not help but look up, and in the middle of the full moon, a girl with fluttering dress emerged.
Dark Moon Technique: Eternal Sleep Call
Luna slowly raised her hand, and wisps of green smoke began to emerge from the numerous corpses that had recently died on the battlefield. Then a faint breeze began to blow across the battlefield, making countless people shiver.
As the mysterious wind blew, countless imperial soldiers began to feel a deep fatigue rising in their hearts. It was not physical weakness, but fatigue and confusion in their soul consciousness. Everything began to become chaotic, and then they fell down unknowingly.
For a moment, the battlefield situation became particularly favorable to the Fairywood side. Many soldiers took advantage of this opportunity to cross the open fields and gradually climb towards the city wall.
At this moment, a straight trajectory cut through the sky and hit the girl who was casting a spell in the air again.
Threads of blood spilled in the air, and Orone swung her rapier again, but this time the opponent forced her to dodge.
In an instant, Luna's face turned extremely pale and her condition became extremely weak. She could no longer support the alternating state of reality and illusion. She emerged under the night sky and then fell to the ground.
Faced with such a situation, although O'Rone felt a little reluctant, she still chased after him. The sword light was like lightning, piercing straight into the opponent's chest, determined to pierce it through.
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