The Amber Sword - 1520. Chapter 1520 The End of the Five Hundred and Ten Acts Era (Part 2)

“Teacher!” Huang Huo struggled to stand up, his voice weak and joyful.

Brando showed warmth and nodded to his student.

Among the people present, only Tulaman and Solomon recognized the person, and the others looked confused. Until Orates asked this question for them. “Who are you again?” the queen of the storm frowned at Brando and asked.

Stretching his hand behind his shoulders, holding the hilt of the holy sword, Brando gently drew out the sword, a bright light shone the eyes of everyone present. “Holy Sword Odyssey!” Someone lost his voice.

Brando pointed at Olats with his sword and said, “The Sassarders have done so many good things in Eruin. You never expect someone to collect debts, right?”

“By you?” Orates curled her lips contemptuously.

“I don’t want to talk nonsense,” Brando replied: “In short, after today, the Thassard League will no longer exist.”

“It’s a big tone.” Ajani frowned when she heard it in the distance. It was obvious that such a mortal’s tone made her feel a little unhappy.

“Is it big?” Brando turned his head, but shook his head at her: “Blood for blood, just fine—”

Olats laughed in a rage: “Eruin? I have never heard of that kind of rubbish—” But her laughter stopped immediately, and a look of fear quickly emerged on her face. Because behind Brando, a rectangular silver line appeared in the sky, and tens of millions of silver cubes were fleeting, sweeping over half of Lataki in an instant.

That is a force that makes everyone feel trembling and uneasy.

And in this world, there is only one power that can make the sage feel uneasy.

“Do you see clearly?”

“…Can’t be wrong, then, that is…”

Solomon, Logar, Roan, and Akasi looked shocked.

The power of existence–

Only Brando looked unwavering, as if he hadn’t heard of everything around him, sinking only into his own sword. He held the sword to a position flush with his chest, supported the blade with one hand, and the next moment–his people disappeared from everyone’s vision, leaving only an afterimage. Only Akasi caught the tremor of the space.

Like a long and narrow light in the darkness.

Auratsi’s complexion changed drastically, and the golden light in the depths of her pupils grew bigger and bigger. She desperately released the thunder, and the thunder light flickered in the square, but as the blade went forward, she still broke through numerous obstacles and came to her. Aurates screamed and rolled to one side, the dark gold blades intertwined with it, bringing a trace of blood on her arm.

Orats gritted his teeth and swept backhands, the thunder whip passed by Brando, but Brando disappeared first, and it was still a flashing sword. Olats backed back with fear in her heart, she was not afraid of Flash Sword, but the power of existence had already scared her heart out.

She only wanted to leave this place, but suddenly, there was an unprecedented throbbing in her heart, and the alarm bell was ringing.

Olats immediately turned around sharply, and was shocked to see the same narrow sword light.

“This is impossible–!”

Orates felt that she was going crazy, how could there be such a swordsmanship in this world?

In the eyes of others, it was a sword cast by Brando’s afterimage, which also spanned space and was also a flash sword. It seemed weird and utterly illogical-but the afterimage did not make sense with Orats, and flashed suddenly, Orats almost leaped forward with all his strength, showing no sign of it. Only when I rolled around did I dodge the sword.

But left a wound on the lower abdomen.

She gritted her teeth and held her lower abdomen, but Brando himself had appeared behind him again, with a sword cut, Olats was frightened, subconsciously stretched out her hand to block it, and three fingers flew up. She screamed in pain and hugged her hands.

However, Brando himself disappeared again. Where he flashed before, the afterimage was raising the Frostsinger Sina in his hand.

“No!” Orates’ shout was filled with despair.

This is the fastest sword in the world.

Beyond everyone’s imagination.

Brando didn’t even really use the power of existence.

When the body flashes, the illusion appears, and every offensive turns into two. Space flashes and phantoms flooded this small area at the same time. In a flash, Brando’s shadow next to Orats flashed at least seven times in a row.

It was a storm of blades, it was a flash sword, but it was also a wind queen.

Orates lowered her head dullly, looking at a sword wound on her chest, silver blood was flowing out of the pool——

Brando stopped in front of her, with the tip of the sword in his hand pointed directly at her neck, a trace of chill passed through the blade, causing the storm queen to shiver.

Brando was silent.

But the results have already said everything. After entering the realm of sages, this was the first time that he combined the two supreme swordsmanship, and the power produced did not exceed his expectations.

It was the life effort of the two sages and the supreme inheritance of the dragon clan. In the face of these existences, a mere Queen of the Storm, Orats, is nothing at all.

But at this moment, only the fighting spirit in Brando’s heart was boiling.

In the distance, Huang Huo clenched his fists with excitement, his eyes returned to the blackness of warm jade, and his eyes shone brightly. This was the first time that she saw the teacher perform such swordsmanship in front of her.

Brando silently looked at the blade in his hand and pressed it against Orats’s white neck.

A lot of things flashed in his heart at this moment. The absurd, simple, innocent vows, heavy sense of responsibility, tears of joy and regret in the past, all turned into two simple words-memories. The responsibility for Eruin has ended here. The only thing left is lingering guilt. After all, he disappointed a person who trusted him.

That sincere, idealistic young man, he originally thought that time would mature the Lantonilan knight, but time again made a joke with him. This may be Martha’s special protection for Eco. This young man has fallen into the most brilliant years of his life twice, and has not even had time to see the most essential ugliness in this world.

Some things are destined to be engraved on the monument, but the idealist should become an annotation of history, allowing people to see the sublime flashes outside of reality. Although they are fragile, they actually exist, even more powerful than power. Power is easier to turn into something eternal.

This is civilization’s pursuit of beauty.

But even so, Brando would never allow those black hands behind the conspiracy to go unpunished. They sacrificed ideals, and he let them be wiped out.

Since you believe in power.

Then let you see the real power in this world.

Olats suddenly wanted to understand something, and laughed miserably: “I understand, you are an ancestor…”

Brando’s hand was about to pass forward.

“Mr. Brando, wait!” Before Solomon had time to stop, the time lord Adjani took a step forward and opened the magic circle in her hands-the Buga had already paid a heavy price, do they have to even Taraki? The inheritance with the Storm Wizard is also completely destroyed?

She finally made up her mind and would never allow it.

But Brando didn’t even look back.

Rectangular silver lines and tens of millions of silver cubes flashed once again, like a wall across the sky, standing in front of the seven Buga wizard leaders. The silver network swept forward, and everyone except Solomon found that she could not move. Ajani screamed and found that the circle in her hand was disintegrating, and her face couldn’t help showing shock.

Orats’s body fell heavily to the ground, her hollow eyes staring at the sky. Perhaps she did not even want to understand until she died, why the Sassards had come to this point.

In the scorched palace.

The silver-robed wizards of the Bugans are counting their losses everywhere. Although the Thassard Alliance has been declared annihilated, the heritage of the red and blue wizards has not been destroyed, and Brando cannot kill everyone indiscriminately. So what is the difference between him and these people?

Of course, the guilty will never escape justice.

What he didn’t unexpected was that the leader of the Sasald, the red-robed wizard King Heryanov had already left Lataki with his omniscient eye.

Brando already knew this. When he opened the Tiamat Law network for the first time, he had already scanned the entire Lataki, but he did not find any trace of Helyanov.

The irony is that every Sassard didn’t know this, and Olats, Queen of the Storm, didn’t even understand until she died, that she was already an abandoned child.

But only such a heartless person can let go of all colluding with the Twilight Dragon.

Brando paced aimlessly in the palace.

But a person blocked his way. It was a tall wizard-the average Buga rarely has this person’s burly, dark skin, short white hair, and the naked skin is covered with black. Secret pattern.

Although his eyes are also the silver of the Buga, they are very different from ordinary people in that they have no pupils, only a silvery white like the ocean.

Brando knew that the man in front of him was the uncrowned king of the Buga.

The king of wizards, Solomon.

“Mr. Brando.” Although all the rumors about the wizard king portray his supreme majesty, Solomon’s own voice is unexpectedly gentle, which makes people feel close at first.

Brando raised his head and frowned.

“Please don’t get me wrong,” Solomon said, “I didn’t come for the previous thing.”

Brando nodded, at least the wizard king did not disappoint him.

“…That’s existence?” Solomon asked.

“It is not a complete body, but at least it is also a form of expression of the power of existence.”

“So you’ve seen the Throne of the End, haven’t you?”

Brando shook his head, knowing that the descendants of the Alduzi scholar knew more or less some secrets, and replied: “I have only seen the phantom of the Throne of Endurance in the world of stagnation, but it is not there.”

“But you already know.”

Brando was silent for a while, then silently nodded: “The Throne of the End is the ultimate authority of Tiamat’s Law.”

“Yes, authority is power,” the wizard king said earnestly: “So why have Martha’s people been confused for so long, and why the Council of Truth and the Ring of the World are so divided.”

“You mean the split of the Sassard is predictable?” Brando asked.

“But it doesn’t mean I agree with them.” Solomon replied.

Brando lowered his eyelids in silence.

Mortals draw power from the network called Tiamat. The magic they think, the elements and truth they think are all derived from this, and behind all the apparent illusions, it is actually just a competition for authority.

Have mortals really become stronger?

Even though they also produced sages.

But for thousands of years, Tiamat’s power itself has not grown at all, and the power it can allocate is ultimately limited.

But even if it reaches its peak, what can it do?

The ancestors created this network called Tiamat, but even its creator did not change their destiny.

“In fact, the Bugans have understood this for a long time,” Solomon continued: “But after all, Tiamat is our last support. If we lose even this, we won’t even have a chance to do it again.”

“Reincarnation again and again,” Brando replied softly, “When is the end?”

“Perhaps it will be this time.” Solomon turned around and looked out of the palace. In the distance, the Nine Phoenix and Buga’s army were meeting together: “The dragon of twilight has come to our world. The cost of getting into a dangerous place is to seize the supreme authority of Tiamat——”

In the latter words, the wizard king didn’t say too clearly, but the meaning was already very obvious.

If it succeeds, we will have no future.

“So we had to make a desperate move,” he looked back at Brando, his silver eyes were indifferent: “You are the one chosen by Martha, Mr. Brando, can you answer me a question?”

“Is there any chance?”

After listening to this question, Brando just walked forward in silence. In front of him was outside the palace gate.

With the sun shining over the unclear boundary line of light and dark, Brando raised his head and stared at the blue sky of Lataki. Is there still a chance? There are still things waiting for him to decide in the slim hope, like a responsibility in the dark, he vaguely understands what Martha’s expectant gaze means when she looks at him.

But he nodded anyway.

“still have a chance.”

Then walked out.

Solomon looked at the young man’s back in silence.

Perhaps an era is over.

And when will the new era begin?

…

“teacher.”

Huang Huo stood quietly under the steps. He was not like most young girls of this age. She seemed to cheer because of her joy – but she still could see that her heart was full of joy at this moment. The joy seemed to come from those girls. The talking eyes glowed.

However, Huang Huo only blinked quietly because of his remaining reserved.

For this outstanding student, Brando felt warmth in his heart and smiled slightly.

“The teacher’s swordsmanship is as enviable as ever.” Huang Huo said sincerely.

“You are also good, practice fast.” Brando stopped and said to her.

“Compared with the teacher, it’s still far behind.”

Brando laughed: “Don’t worry, one day you will surpass me.”

“Really?”

Brando nodded seriously, he was definitely not an exaggeration.

The expectant light flashed in Huang Huo’s dark eyes. One day, she could also protect the teacher.

The two walked down the steps, Huang Huo took the sword from Brando, holding the sword consciously one step behind, guarding his duty as a student. She raised her head to stare at Brando’s back, her eyes full of admiration.

In the distance is the sluggish city of Lataki after the war. The inhabitants of the city are not only the Sassards, but also many Banciaians.

Many people lost their families in the war.

The cry came from far away in the wind.

However, few people will understand what is meant by everything that happened today——

In the future, in the wizarding war that lasted for nearly sixty years, people will lose more. Lataki also turned into fly ash under a spell blow in the year of Lin Xiao, and there were not a single person who survived.

But the demise of the Thassard Alliance announced the premature end of the Wizarding War.

It’s not just Elu’s revenge for a kingdom-more importantly, the mortals have united in advance. The army of the Buga and the Nine Phoenixs will further eliminate the centaur tribes on the Great Plains who have taken refuge in the Sasald and the Dragon of Twilight. With a helping hand, the power of all things in one will also be hit hard.

This war can at least declare that the threat from the civilized world has come to an end, and people can finally free up their hands to deal with the real threat from the dragon of twilight.

But Brando didn’t feel relaxed in his heart.

Since the demise of the Sazard is predictable, the Twilight Dragon abandoned two important chess pieces in Cruz and St. Osor, just to create a White Mountain Disaster and Eruin’s civil strife?

No, that is obviously not enough.

…

William Peist raised the gleaming staff in his hand and walked carefully through a dark hall.

The footsteps rustled in the emptiness, and it seemed that there was only one voice left in the deep space. He carefully observed the conditions of the hall, with a solemn expression on his face.

On the edge of the light, tiny insects are escaping into the gaps in the walls, leaving only empty spider webs; the hall is full of dust, debris scattered on the ground, and the air is full of life. A musty smell that people don’t get close to.

But he stopped suddenly.

The light of magic illuminates a step-by-step ladder in front, and his eyes follow the ladder up, on the gray throne, sitting on top of a black robe full of cobwebs, withered bones. The skeleton was wearing a crown, with one hand still supporting his chin, sitting crookedly on the throne, but in the black hole of the eye socket, the light of the past has long gone.

With a bang, the staff in William’s hand fell to the ground.

He took a step back with a pale face.

“This is impossible……”

The Priory, the school of silver wizards that is best at spiritism and formation spells.

At the same time, it is also the most unique school among the Buja tricolor wizards. These powerful black-robed wizards are not keen on fighting for power on the mainland. On the contrary, they have been at the forefront of fighting against chaos for seven centuries.

They are also the biggest enemy of the Silver Sky Snake and the Tree Shepherd.

Ever since Yuki, the black-robed wizard, the leader of the Priory, stopped the floating city on the glacier, they have always fulfilled their promise. Although they have not returned to the mainland for nearly three hundred years, no one has returned. I thought that their ending would be like this–

William Peistre recognized the crown.

That was Yuki’s crown of kings.

Numerous rustling voices suddenly came from the darkness. The wizard leader suddenly turned around, and the staff on the ground naturally flew into his hands. He let the light forward, and suddenly a look was reflected in the shadow of the hall. Ugly creatures.

demon.

In fact, William had already recognized the person.

It was a tall monster standing among a group of evil demons. It grinned and smiled silently at him: “William Peister, I didn’t expect that we were waiting here for you. This is really a surprise. ”

“King of the Neng Clan, Cyril, you have already woken up?”

The monster sneered twice: “It’s just a few hundred years earlier than you expected.”

The old wizard suddenly changed his face.

…

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