Chapter 2772 - 1312: Smoke of Fierce Battle (Part 2)

And the light that’s turned so red that it’s blackened, if we personify it a bit, we can think of this Battle Six type as proudly declaring—this place is the crux of this simulation!

However...

The so-called ’this place’ is actually plural right now—not just a few, not ten, but over thirty small battlefields scattered across different areas!

Practically blinding the spectators!

None of them are fools; nobody thinks those rising and falling crimson lights mean that both sides are in a ’decisive battle.’ Not to mention there are two professional commentators here and, even without Lei Er Si and La Ersi’s explanations, anyone with an IQ above double digits wouldn’t think that they’re having a ’fight to the death’ with more than half of their forces still waiting to join the fray.

Bear in mind that the competition has just started less than half an hour ago. Even if the time ratio in the sand table isn’t 1:1, given the scale of this battlefield, neither side could have entered the final decisive battle phase so quickly, even if one of them intentionally sought defeat—not even when slaughtering a pig is done so swiftly!

If we compare this to a game of chess, then the progress so far might not even be at the mid-game; it’s purely probing...

"Honestly, I can’t understand it."

In the competitors’ area, Batty Arthur shook his head with a wry smile and shrugged at Lainan sitting next to him, "Those two guys... what exactly are they doing..."

Lainan’s pretty rabbit ears twitched slightly as he looked worriedly at the person beside him who was clearly upset but was casually chatting like nothing was wrong: "Foster senior and that Black Vatican Priest, are they particularly powerful?"

"Ha?"

The pallid faced Batty let out an awkward laugh, lowered his head in despair, and muttered softly, "How am I supposed to answer that question..."

Instinctively supporting the wavering Batty on his chair, Lainan whispered with full concern, "Senior?"

"I can’t assess something I fundamentally cannot comprehend..."

Batty raised his weary eyes towards the large screen, his eyes bloodshot, gritting his teeth: "I only know that if I were in either of their shoes, I would probably have already fallen apart by now."

"Sen... Senior..."

"No big deal, although it’s quite a blow, I’m not about to spiral into despair... at least I hope not."

"But you’re shaking all over!"

"Nonsense! At that time I was ogling Morning Forgotten Language with lust for a full two seconds! Two seconds! The girlfriend of a monster that can execute over twenty simultaneous commands! I was freaking scared!"

"..."

"Lainan? Why aren’t you talking? Keep chatting with me; I’m super nervous!"

"Senior."

"Senior is here, senior needs comfort."

"Could senior please find somewhere to die a hundred times?"

"Wow! Lainan, your expression is terrifying!"

...

"I must be crazy."

On the audience bench, Richard Ryan stared blankly, ripping at his hair and grimacing as he said, "I actually thought I could oppose someone like that..."

His friend sitting beside him, who also served as Richard’s counselor during the previous match, awkwardly nodded, "Yeah, I think you’re nuts for wanting to go up against someone like that."

"Praise Dawn! Praise Ramollok, the Chief Priest!"

Richard exaggeratedly clapped his hands together, trembling as he spoke, "So lucky to be eliminated before encountering those two!"

The friend kept watching the big screen without responding, remaining quiet for a while before murmuring, "In any case, I don’t think that Black Vatican Priest rose through favoritism..."

"Enough with the insults, enough."

Richard gave his face a sour smack, let out a long sigh, "It hurts."

"Haha, what do you think now? Our self-proclaimed impressive Richard Ryan?"

"It hurts."

"Aside from the pain?"

"Besides the pain, just relief..."

"Relieved you didn’t piss someone off too much?"

"No, relieved that our Dawn Sect has someone like him."

"Wow, that’s a total cop out."

"I’m serious."

"Why? I remember you originally planned to pursue a military career, right? With that Black Vatican Priest around, do you think you’ll ever rise to the top?"

"That doesn’t matter..."

"Then what matters?"

"What matters is, being part of the Dawn Sect, no matter the future, I at least get to be on the same side as him, not his enemy!"

...

"Whew~"

Having just washed his face, Daylight Black leaned against the large flower bed in the corner of the preparation area, exhaling deeply before looking up at the enormous crystal screen in the air, his face soft with a serene smile.

Exceptionally gentle, exceptionally serene, yet mixed with a hint of tension.

Much like a sensible younger brother wholeheartedly praying for his sibling’s victory.

"As expected, this harmless appearance suits you best."

It seemed a fragrant breeze swept by, causing Black to turn his head in confusion, only to find Elisa Logan standing at the other side of the flower bed, smiling at him.

Black blinked then broke into a brilliant smile, "Sister Elisa..."

As if she hadn’t heard him, Elisa muttered thoughtfully, "Though, that previous gaze looked pretty dashing too."

"..."

The thirteen-year-old boy, unable to reach even her chest height, remained quiet, taking a long time to gather up the spring breeze-like smile on his lips, before softly saying, "You definitely saw through me, didn’t you, Sister Elisa?"

Elisa beamed a charming smile, circling around to affectionately drape an arm over Black’s shoulder, whispering into his ear with her enchanting voice, "Of course, I’ve always been watching you closely."

"It wouldn’t matter if you watched a little less closely."

The smile returned to Black’s face, albeit with a subtle difference from before.

Elisa, however, shook her head lightly, speaking with an amused tone, "That’s not going to work; you’re one of the strong candidates I plan to entrust my life with. If I don’t understand you well, wouldn’t that be irresponsible of me? Your sister Elisa isn’t a frivolous woman, you know~"

"That seems about right."

Black rubbed his nose but didn’t flush red as usual, simply laughing heartily, "Still, if possible, I’d like to show my best side to you, Sister Elisa."

"A very appealing answer."

Elisa bent down and softly kissed the boy’s forehead, her eyes full of laughter, "This is your reward."

The Holy Son went dumbstruck.

"However..."

Elisa deftly turned around, resting her weight on the boy’s back, stretching her graceful body lazily, softly asking, "You wouldn’t foolishly believe I’m a good woman, would you?"

Black shook his head, truthfully replying, "No."

"Then do you think a bad woman like me would like a good man?"

"..."

"Haha, not teasing you anymore. Come on, let’s head back~"

"Sister."

"Hmm?"

"Brother Hei Fan is strong."

"Indeed, even I as an outsider can tell he’s really good."

"So has Sister considered persuading him to help the Griffin?"

"Eh? Help?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, fighting might break out soon, right, in Sister’s Northwest Continent..."

"Oh dear, isn’t this kind of topic a bit too intense for you, brother~"

"I believe across the entire Griffin Dynasty, a commander like Brother Hei Fan is rare, not to mention how few there are in the Royal faction."

"Maybe so, but the answer’s no."

"What a pity."

"Is it?"

"Yes."

"I’m rather looking forward to it~"

"After all, Sister Elisa is a bad woman."

Chapter One Thousand Three Hundred Twelve: End