Chapter 700: Light Pillar Test

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Phyllis felt that waiting was so unbearable for the first time. She originally thought that after four hundred years of tempering, time had become the least important thing to her, but she didn't expect that a short morning would make her feel restless.

If Celine was right, finding the Chosen One would mean the end of the Divine Will Battle—the Doomsday Instrument could destroy all devils, and her mission would come to an end.

Without the shell created by the Church, most of the survivors would gradually fall into eternal sleep, and this time the sleep might not be awakened again; or they would merge their souls with Lady Eleanor and contribute their last bit of warmth.

Whenever she thought of this, she would feel an unspeakable complex feeling, in addition to the long-awaited liberation, there was also a trace of reluctance. Being imprisoned in an empty shell, even if life can continue, is a kind of torment. After the war is over, she will usher in true rest. But when she thought of closing her eyes forever and never seeing the world where Taqila repeated its glory, she felt reluctant to give up.

Two conflicting emotions alternately impacted her until the arrival of the afternoon.

"Are you ready?" Wendy appeared in the castle hall.

"I'm ready at any time," Phyllis stood up immediately.

"Come with me."

Under Wendy's guidance, she walked through a corridor made of olive trees in the back garden and came to a narrow open space. Under the cover of the surrounding fences and dense vines, she could only see a small piece of sky above her head and the "walkway" she came from. If she wanted to leave here, she had to return the way she came.

Phyllis instantly understood the other party's intention. The witches being observed would appear one by one at the end of the corridor. This distance would not affect the observation, and at the same time protect the safety of the alliance members.

If there was any change, this corridor would definitely be a chasm that she could not cross.

Not only did Phyllis not feel disgusted, but she also had a higher opinion of the mortal king—at least he did not treat the witches as dispensable appendages. Before gaining complete trust, his approach was impeccable.

At this point, the witch alliance's rating in her mind had risen to the level of the Holy City. If the witch organization, which only had scale and means but was suppressed by the world, could not produce enough influence, now adding their share in the king's heart, this alliance already faintly had the shadow of the Association.

Not long after Wendy left, the first witch soon appeared in her sight.

It was Agatha.

When this youngest promoter of the Taqila era summoned a crystal-clear light blue ice crystal, Phyllis had completed the observation. The light pillar was comparable to Maggie, not the Chosen One she was looking for.

After signaling the completion of the test, Agatha did not leave the corridor, but walked straight towards her.

"My Lady?" Phyllis was a little surprised.

"I was also a member of the Exploration Society, and I am full of interest in magic stones. You shouldn't mind if I watch together, right?"

"Of course not," Phyllis first shook her head, and then paid tribute to her with the etiquette of a high-level witch with respect, "By the way, I haven't thanked you for your help yet. If it weren't for your words, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to determine the Chosen One so quickly."

"This is also your own choice," Agatha waved her hand and said, "Keep watching."

"Yes."

Next, the witches displayed their abilities one by one at the end of the corridor. She placed the ring between the two of them. In addition to observing the intensity of the light pillar, Agatha also recorded the results.

During this period, Phyllis also discovered a lot of dazzling orange light—for example, a witch named Soroya, whose light pillar width exceeded her shoulders, which was even better than Anna and Nightingale. And another witch, Evelyn, had an amazing light pillar intensity, almost twice that of Anna.

In addition, Echo and Asha, who also had strong orange light, also reached the level equal to their bodies.

The most striking member of the alliance was Leaf.

When she activated her magic, Phyllis thought for a moment that she saw Lady Eleanor. Countless orange lights as thick as fingers rose from the surroundings, soaring into the sky, like a fence connecting heaven and earth—these light pillars came from every plant in the garden. They echoed Leaf's magic, like vivid creatures. And the light pillar above Leaf's head was close to the edge of the colorful magic stone, no less than Lady Eleanor.

The moment the light pillar bloomed, Phyllis felt her heart almost jump out of her chest, and almost thought that Leaf was the Chosen One that the survivors of Taqila were praying for. However, after forcibly suppressing the throbbing emotions, she found that the light pillar was still a little distance away from the edge of the magic stone—the orange light reflected by the "key" would not change with the distance of the observation target. As long as it was贴贴ed in front of her eyes, the scene she saw was the true expression of the key.

Although light pillars rose throughout the back garden, they were not the light wall she saw—the dense light pillars were magnificent, but they were never connected together.

She is not the Chosen One either.

After letting out a sigh of relief, Phyllis put down the ring and waited quietly for the next witch to appear.

However, until the end, she was unable to see that thick light wall again.

"This is everyone in the Witch Alliance," Agatha closed the notebook, "Is Leaf the Chosen One you are looking for?"

"The Chosen One is not inside..." Phyllis murmured after a long silence, "Her light pillar is amazing... but it is far from the orange light I observed at night."

The heart that she had finally settled down became anxious again. Why is this happening? Could it be that Roland Wimbledon hid the Chosen One? Or did the Witch Alliance not all arrive? Is he unwilling to unite Taqila to fight against the devils, or is he simply not at ease with the witch empire that once ruled the entire continent?

Thoughts flashed through her mind one by one, and were rejected by her one by one—no, this doesn't make sense. The other party doesn't have colorful magic stones and couldn't have secretly hidden the Chosen One beforehand. And Lady Agatha would never collude with mortals to deceive herself in the matter of fighting against the devils. At this time, she must remain calm... Unfounded accusations and suspicions will only make things worse.

"At night?" Agatha frowned, "Witches generally don't practice their abilities in their rooms, and you should have been living in the Diplomatic Building at that time. Can the magic stone observe such a long distance?"

"I did see the light pillar of the Chosen One... not only was the breadth beyond imagination, but the distance also exceeded the range that the magic stone can sense. It is no exaggeration to say it is a miracle." Phyllis said in as calm a tone as possible, "I swear in the name of Taqila."

"I see," Agatha nodded, "Then give me the ring."

"My Lady, what do you mean..." She was slightly stunned.

"With Nightingale's temperament, it is absolutely impossible for her to let you enter the castle area at night. If the Chosen One is really in the castle, I will help you find her."