The Amber Sword - 1495

The Sassard fleet in the sky has been misfired for a long time.

On the entire huge battlefield, except for the purple wave on the ground that was still sweeping towards Valhalla, the mid-air fleet confrontation fell into a strange silence.

The Sazard’s silver-colored floating ships hovered in mid-air, and the attack ceased, as if time had stopped.

And their opponent, the Tonigelian fleet is turning around-the huge silver fleet directly exposed the entire flank in front of the Sasald-and their muzzles are facing the ground.

This seemingly weird scene is actually being staged in front of everyone at this moment.

“What exactly happened here?”

The offensive on the frontal battlefield is being dominated by the army of crystal clusters, but the noble coalition forces that have not yet gone far have fallen into a confused situation at this moment.

The continuous changes on the battlefield made them unprepared. For a while, they didn’t even know which side was the friendly army and which side was the enemy?

At the moment when the noble coalition was slow to respond.

Time is still passing by minute by minute.

The atmosphere in the captain’s room of the Sassard’s flagship, the San Pacher, was even more bizarre than on the battlefield.

Facing the young man in front of him, Gonzalez suddenly understood that he might have to make such a choice-or he should have understood that the other party with a staff “To Griffin” suddenly appeared When they were in front of them, he should have understood all this.

The captain’s room was silent.

It’s hard to imagine that there was still a stream of people here before a moment ago. The messengers and officers of all colors came in and out, and the cartographers kept changing the markings on the map. The sound of passwords and announcements were noisy like a vegetable market.

“You can choose to die—”

Brando looked around for a week with calm eyes, thirteen high-ranking Sassard officers shrank subconsciously under his gaze, only the red-robed garrison archmage glared at him. Eyes breathed fire.

He released his hand, letting the staff of Archmage Hollis float in midair.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes fell on the staff.

“And let your fleet be buried with you.”

“How can the great Sassard fleet be resisted by mortals like you!” The red-robed wizard roared, raised the staff in his hand and pointed at Brando, and the crystal on the head of the staff immediately radiated brightly. Light.

But before his spell could be shot, Brando had already pointed at him lightly. The power of the space seemed to be locked on the body of the old mage, strangling his lips and making him unable to move. Cannot send words.

Brando looked at the man indifferently: “Only the people of the sky are superior, because they are born with privileges different from those of mortals. Even if you fall into the mortal world today, you are still unwilling to give up this superior arrogance. ——”

“You can start wars and manipulate the destiny of the mortal kingdom, but do you think that the Sasald can not be responsible for all this they have done?”

He shook his head and smiled contemptuously.

“Innocent.”

“Don’t get too proud of yourself, Eruin, you have destroyed the fleet of the Sky Citizens, this matter will never be over…!” The old wizard suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, as if he had broken away a part of the space. Boundlessly, shouted to Brando hoarsely.

Brando didn’t look at him, his gaze fell on the others, and no one in this captain’s room dared to look at him except the arrogant Sassard wizard.

Even the middle-aged nobleman who was obviously the commander among these people subconsciously remained silent and lowered his head.

“I never said that this incident will end here,” his eyes fell back to the rebellious old wizard, somewhat colder than ever.

This should have been a meaningless war.

But those who shouldn’t have fallen in this war have made unnecessary sacrifices for this.

The Eco couple.

Wang’s eldest son.

Yura was seriously injured.

Antitina whose life or death is uncertain.

There is also the eldest princess and Freya who have no news.

All of this should belong to this damn war, to the culprit who started this war.

The thought of Lantonilan’s dramatic changes and the death of the Eco couples made Brando feel a heartache in his heart. He even remembered that before leaving Eruin, he deliberately reminded the couple to pay attention to their own itineraries.

The tragedy of history should have been avoided.

Everything in Eruin should be progressing on the bright side.

But a momentary negligence has led to such bitter consequences.

Maybe he can be more careful.

Be more decisive.

If Eruin’s chaos was ended earlier before everything happened—he had the support of the eldest princess, he had Lantonilan and Vieiro as allies, and even the highland knights would treat him with kindness as a kingdom. An indispensable part of the political map, the royal party is also willing to reconcile with him.

As long as he wants.

He can rebuild the alliance of the nobles in the past, put an end to the chaos between the north and the south, and let Eruin regain prosperity and unity.

Maybe in that case, all this shouldn’t have happened.

But–

Is it really so?

A happy and happy one, everyone seemed to have their own place-from the body of Anlek to carve up enough benefits, Eruin, who looks like a lot of flowers.

Is that the ultimate goal of his return to this era?

Do not.

Brando shook his head firmly in his heart.

The future Eluin should not be just like this.

Maybe he still has ideals in his heart, maybe the eldest princess is strong enough, maybe the royal party is still willing to keep his promise.

But none of them are Eruin.

Just as the oath made by the former king Eke under his sword:

‘Under this sword, I take the oath of a sage–‘

“I will swear to lead my people-lead them away from disputes and killings, away from the arrogance and greed of the imperial aristocracy; I swear to never repeat this cold-blooded mistake of history! ‘

“I will make the nobles of this new kingdom follow the spirit of the knights—just and rigorous, upright and heroic, kind and generous. I take this oath and keep it for the rest of my life. ‘

The sonorous and powerful voices still echo in an era like today.

Eruin’s glory will be destined to belong to such an era of innovation.

She will get rid of all the obsolescence. Her successors will be fair and strict, upright and courageous, kind and generous, and those young people will inherit the glory of the past and be honored enough to take over the sacred banner.

They will not be kings.

Because the old nobles will never be able to bear such glory.

He understood that the princess would understand all this after all.

Just as she finally understood the truth in history.

Because she and them are destined not to be together.

Once, all this came too late.

But today, maybe there are different variables from the beginning.

“This is the value of my existence here,” Brando raised his head and looked at the distorted old wizard. As if it was a natural opposition between the new life and the old order, the two stared at each other indifferently: “I will achieve all of this, and anyone who stands in front of me-no matter who he is, will be wiped out.”

“Haha…ha,” the old wizard breathed heavily, and looked at the young Eruin talking to himself like a lunatic: “It’s like a mortal can never understand the vastness of the sky, it seems A temporary fluke has caused you to start to suffer from Rhapsody… You don’t understand the power of the Buga at all.”

“You don’t understand my power either.”

Brando replied coldly.

He turned his head and stared indifferently at the other people in the captain’s room, “The Sassarders are superior, but you should understand that it is not you who are superior, but as slaves, you must also share the honor of the last master. Is it the glory of yours? Even to die for them, but God knows how important your sacrifice will be in their minds?”

No one spoke.

A clock is displayed not far from the drawing table. In the room where the needle can be heard, there is only the monotonous and boring reverberation of the ticking pointer moving forward for a while.

The Sazard’s red-robed wizard was also arrogant, allowing Brando to encourage his former subordinates in front of him, but he didn’t say a word and just watched this scene indifferently.

The staff suspended in the middle of the cabin made him realize the failure of this trip.

But how can the Sassards fear failure?

What’s more, it was lost to mortals.

The pride of the people of the sky comes from the power that they have mastered for generations. Such power, within the territory it can touch, is the eternal truth.

Everyone understands what their fate will be if they refuse.

The terrifying young man in front of him killed everyone including the Archmage Hollis in one fell swoop, and even brought back his staff “Tor Griffin”. It was aloft, and they could only look up to the gods. General character.

However, on this unknown battlefield, it turned into the dust of history.

Everyone swallowed subconsciously.

The respected officers glanced at each other, looking at each other, and finally everyone’s eyes fell on Gonzalez.

Count Nasiwa coughed bitterly, and stood up from his seat, his figure visibly depressed.

“I acknowledge the victory of the Eruins, and I hope…my colleagues and I can at least enjoy the last dignity.”

This is surrender.

But Brando shook his head.

Under everyone’s gaze, he slowly said: “I think you have made a mistake. This is not a battlefield where human nations are fighting. Please take a good look outside the porthole and see what your enemies are. who is it.”

“This is a war. It has never started, and it may never end. Gentlemen, you and I have heard all the legends about it, and at this time, as the people of Martha, is it Shouldn’t we stand together and fight together?”

“Please ask yourself, who should your enemy be and what should you guard? Are you going to help the abuser go on like this, destroy all hope with your own hands, and turn this world into ashes. This is all you want?”

“This is a holy war. It is the final war between all order and civilized nations and dusk. Gentlemen, you should understand that it is not the Eruins that the Sassards really betrayed, but you.”

Brando grabbed the staff “To Griffin” and threw it forward. The silver staff fell on the deck, and Gu Lulu rolled to Gonzalez’s feet.

“Your Excellency Commander, go and order. Order the mobilization of your fleet. I, Count Tonigel, on behalf of the Eruins, hereby ask the Banciaians for help. If you still remember that sacred oath, please let you The warriors turned their heads and let us fight for a common victory!”

“Your Mightiness……”

Gonzalez was stunned for a while.

The fleet commander, whose temples were already pale, turned his head subconsciously, and his gaze flicked from his colleagues one by one.

At this moment.

They may not dare not remember that vow.

Maybe I can’t help but remember that vow.

But the times when the nations on the earth fought side by side and abandoned all their prejudices for a common ideal seem to be very, very old indeed.

It’s as far away as a legend.

Remember the vows of the past?

No matter how dark and sinking–

But those who fought back finally won.

“I…” Lord Earl never thought that his voice would be so hoarse and dry: “We…understand, thank you, sir.”

Brando waved his hand.

He glanced at the red-robed wizard who was fixed in mid-air for the last time, as if looking at a dead fish, then turned and walked out of the captain’s room.

…

Everything is gone.

The sound of footsteps, the sound of splashes, and the smell of blood flowing into a river were still diffused in the darkness.

The distant and hoarse wailing, the loud noise of a giant overturning, the trees burning, and the dying crisp sound when the bark peels off.

The distant and ancient legend still continues today…

In the darkness, he seemed to see such a picture scroll–

The blazing flames reflected the entire sky, and the golden clouds in the dark night were falling from the sky.

A huge incomplete moon stared at the cracked ground behind the clouds, lava spreading from below the surface, and on the vast battlefield, the giants shining with the stars were fighting their enemies for the last time. fight.

The father of the giant bit his ankle for the giant wolf Fenrir, and the black shadow suddenly enveloped the pale moon. The giant’s heirs scattered and fled, while a tall, changing figure, holding a giant spear in his hand, came to the dying man. In front of the giant.

Countless voices screamed, like a picture of the end of the day.

The flame-burning spear pierced into the chest of the giant’s father.

“We should have won…”

The heavy footsteps suddenly stopped.

Before that weak consciousness finally diffused.

Andrea silently stared at the corpse of the middle-aged human male in front of him, and Baron Dall stared at the sky with his empty eyes, as if the last despair and unwillingness still remained.

He–or this creature that should no longer be called a human, his face is silver-gray unlike humans, and disgusting crystalline thorns grow on his saggy face–this The terrifying monster still maintained the state of the last moment in his life, its face still remained the color of horror at that moment, and its mouth opened wide, but it could not make the last sound from its throat.

Because a light spear had pierced its chest from front to back before that, fixing its decaying corpse on the ground at an angle to its body.

The girl lowered her head and watched this scene, her expression a little indifferent in her beautiful face under her silver visor.

Her gaze, rather than staring at the things in front of her, wandered in a more distant memory.

In a bang, the burning tree trunk in the distance was falling, and the final impact of the army of crystal clusters reached before Valhalla’s third line of defense.

Countless roaring flames and fireworks are rising from the purple ocean.

Then a cheer like a tsunami burst out from behind her.

Above the sky, the fleets of both the Tonigel and the Sassard are slowly turning around, neatly listing a battle line.

The two fleets are merging-

That is the last place the army of the crystal cluster can reach.

Even without looking back, Andrea knew that the army at dusk was beginning to retreat, and her cloak fluttered slightly, and the fragments of cloth seemed to be brushed across the battlefield.

They are the shadows of the earth.

It is the nightmare of the gods.

But they are not without rivals.

“There are us,” Andrea said softly. She raised her head and looked into the distance: “There are also them, who can defeat your master. What the dragon of twilight gives you is just a dream.”

“Victory, it’s not far away…”

While talking, the girl slowly stretched out her hand, held her spear, and drew it back.

The baron had lost any vital corpses, and there was a cracking sound in his chest, and the whole person slowly fell forward to the ground.

His corpse was slowly melting, as if flowing on the ground like mercury, then dried up and turned into silver powder, which was rolled up by a whirlwind and floated in the wind.

Neng family.

The Twilight races born in response to magical power, their energy is immortal, they will continue to grow.

They have destroyed the kingdom of giants in the past wars.

However, in this never-ending war, they also have such an old enemy.

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