ghost on paper

Chapter 121 The Holy Tide
The preliminary round of the Lingwen Contest has been going on for an hour and a half.

From 10:11 am to 30:[-] am, the spring sun shines on the entire King's Square. It should be warm and warm, but the square is full of a depressive and silent haze atmosphere.

The source of this haze is the emotional state of most of the contestants at the moment. They are anxious, panicked, and restless. In order to win the honor of the 10 king knights, they almost emptied their "shares". Physiological changes put them only a thin line away from collapse.

Even the few contestants in the first row, those champion seeds recommended by the king, prime minister and pope, have shown signs of fatigue.

At this time, you can see the strength of each contestant.

Shirley Yang, the master's daughter, had already put down her pen and was about to hand in the paper. In front of her was a stack of papers filled with spiritual inscriptions on the wooden board. She didn't have the usual bright smile on her face, but she seemed calm and unhurried.

The astrologer Chen Angxing stopped writing earlier than Shirley Yang. He is in better condition, and there is no haze in his expression. Obviously, he still has a lot of "share". Low.

Compared with the first two, Xia Yan in red gloves seemed a bit cramped. She pressed her forehead and continued to write and draw on the paper. Obviously, she was not sure that her score was enough to enter the semi-finals, so she could only try again.

Nocha Denton had just stopped writing. When Truman looked over, the two eyes met. Nocha showed a kind smile. The state of this long-renowned spiritual master is confusing.

Truman suspected that he was an Extraordinary, or that the years of spiritual research had given him something beyond the ordinary, such as a 'record' feature from a scholar.

Lilith was also writing. She rested for a while, and the 'share' seemed to have recovered. Truman knew that she had recently completed several very good experiments. The 'share' was in an active period, and those shortfalls would soon be made up. Come back, so Lilith has the potential to advance.

This is what Truman noticed at the moment. Throughout the competition, he felt that he might not be able to win the opponent. There were still a few contestants who were of good level, but Truman believed that their results must be lower than his own.

As for the Moonlight Knight... Truman looked at the spiritual tide secretly surging under his feet.

Amazing.

Spiritual tides can also be born without using the spiritual carrier as a reference.

But this kind of tide is not like a tide, but more like a surging ocean wave, moving faintly on the flat marble, like a silent and transparent spring rain, moistening the King's Square.

Not only Truman, but all the contestants, the sheriff, and even the clerk who was in charge of the entire game, as well as the citizens of Lundini who were watching, all noticed this phenomenon.

More attention was paid to the origin of this phenomenon.

Moon Knight.

For a farther place, this spiritual fluctuation is like an ocean wave, but for a closer place, close to the Moon Night Knight, they can all notice that this spirituality is more like a ripple.

The ripples spread round and round from the Moon Night Knight's feet.

When the first wave of ripples was born, it was not noticed, the ripples were submerged in the bright sunlight and diluted in the shadows of the contestants, but when the ripples appeared one after another, they could no longer be hidden.

The curator of the museum next to the Moonlight Knight was the first to notice this scene. He was agitated physically and mentally because the "share" was about to be emptied. The abnormality was born because of the Moonlight Knight.

Moonlight Knight, who was still squatting on the ground desperately eating paper just now, is in a completely different state now.

I saw him sitting cross-legged solemnly, writing with a quill pen in his hand, and there were lines of spiritual texts on the paper. At this moment, he was even a little sacred.

Divine light emanates from the tip of his pen.

reflected in the silver mask.

Although the light was weak, it did not back down before the scorching sun, grew tenaciously, and spread to all directions.

This scene is like a miracle and a manifestation.

The administrator, who was also a contestant, was stunned. This scene made his spine tingle, but he immediately realized that it was not a miracle or a manifestation, but an extraordinary spiritual tide.

The administrator has indeed participated in some spiritual text translation work, and has also seen spiritual tides. Without such qualifications and experience, he would not have the confidence to break through the preliminaries of the spiritual text competition, and make thorough preparations and desperate attempts. He wants to change his destiny with his spiritual knowledge.

So, facing this scene, he exclaimed, "This is impossible!"

His cry attracted the attention of the sheriff.

"Sir, please don't interfere with other people's games." A sheriff immediately stopped him.

"No, no, it's impossible!" The curator of the museum stared at Moonlight Knight, not at the sheriff. He saw that Moonlight Knight had written two pages in just 10 minutes, at least five or six Ten spiritual texts.

Adding those original figures, Moonlight Knight is about to surpass the museum curator.

This brought the administrator's already anxious mentality due to the lack of "shares" to the verge of a real collapse. For this game, he purchased and collected more than 150 spiritual texts, and spent a lot of time and "shares" reciting them all to the end. He can write silently, only he himself knows how many sleepless and miserable nights there are.

How can these efforts be easily surpassed?

The sheriffs also noticed the strange appearance of the moon night knight. Not every sheriff knew that it was a spiritual tide. The power is dangerous!"

It is also an instinctive reaction to feel danger when seeing spiritual light.

After all, only "characteristics" can produce "extraordinary power", and a "characteristic" that is being stimulated often represents immeasurable danger.

"Ignorance~" Moon Night Knight raised his head and glanced at the sheriff when he heard the shout, the silver mask with fluorescent light reflected the terrified face of the sheriff, "Your uncle wrote this!"

"It's okay, don't panic." At this time, the captain of the sheriff rushed over. The captain had more experience and realized that the Moon Night Knight was right. He comforted everyone around him, "It's the spiritual tide, the spiritual tide that will appear when translating the spiritual text, Don't be nervous, there's no danger."

Spiritual tide?
How could such a thing appear?

Few of the contestants knew about the existence of spiritual tides, but the first reaction was that it was impossible.

This is a competition, and the copies are all translated spiritual texts, how can there be a spiritual tide?
Unless...someone is crazy enough to do a real spiritual translation here.

All eyes were on Moonlight Knight.

Behold the unimaginable miraculous phenomenon.

The Moonlight Knight, who was the focus, was especially excited at this moment. He only felt that all the fine hairs on his body were trembling with excitement.

"Since the time is almost up." Moonlight Knight looked at the sun, he suddenly stood up, snatched a pen from the hand of the next-door contestant, and activated his left and right hands at the same time, his writing speed was doubled.

(End of this chapter)