Amber Sword

"Williams! The reckoning forty years later—"

"Today, I shall seek repayment for those people of that day!"

The young man’s voice echoed across the battlefield, and beyond his voice, there was dead silence. He stood atop the mountain forest, facing everyone, as if an entire world lay before him.

The army of the Flame Temple remained.

But that moment was destined to be eternally etched into everyone’s memory, as time flew by and years passed, be they enemies or allies, one day they would repeatedly recall everything that happened at that instant.

It was a door of memory being opened, behind which time flowed like a river. Though silent, it possessed an insight that pierced the soul—the veterans present at last remembered that centuries ago, their ancestors had once triumphantly defeated the same enemy.

Because Erune had lost not only honor but also courage. But today, finally someone stood at this position again, he picked up the sword, faintly having the shadow of another person on him.

The man stood atop the Holy White rock wall, with a smile in his eyes, gazing over this kingdom, his view so profound as if it reached the edge of the sky.

In Princess Griffine’s eyes, history strangely overlapped, the sallow line seemed to sketch out an old picture. Yet the radiant impression within the picture was fading away, leaving only the back of this young man before her.

The sound on the battlefield seemed to have been drained.

"Ignorant of life or death." Williams’ eyes sank slightly in cold light.

He tilted his flame-shaped longsword, about to say ’attack’, but before he could speak, a violently swirling airflow rushed over. Williams grabbed it with his left hand, tearing the vortex into pieces, immediately realizing it was just an ordinary Wind Bullet.

Using a Wind Bullet, such a lowly trick to attack him? Cold killing intent spread in his heart, yet at this moment, he already heard Brand preemptively command: "Attack."

Williams was finally furious, Brand’s actions were a sheer insult to the Holy Temple’s dignity, so much so that even the craziest cultist wouldn’t dare make such a frivolous move. The authority of the Holy Temple is upheld by its majesty above the mortal world, as the deputy commander of the Holy Temple Knights, he would never allow these Erune riffraff to shake the temple’s foundation.

"Slay all these pagans, leave none alive!"

He coldly issued the command.

The great war was on the verge of eruption.

In the sky, the army immediately scattered, the monk soldiers of the Holy Temple with flaming wings swooped down like a meteor shower descending from the dark clouds, and also resembled molten golden red steel pouring down from mid-air, a scene of deep crimson.

And eleven Holy Temple Knights shot straight down towards Angerk Mountain.

Eleven masters of Elemental Enlightenment, a force practically irresistible to the entire kingdom of Erune. These proud knights each had reason to believe that when they struck, the victory that followed would undoubtedly be overwhelming.

But suddenly, a banner seemingly ablaze with golden flames appeared in their sights.

The Golden Radiance Battle Banner, entering the fray.

Dazzling brilliance instantly enveloped the entire valley, and within this radiance, the gown of Vampire Princess Andreg seemed to ignite with a layer of Abyssal Flames, and after the flames passed, her gown now bore a gleaming black battle armor.

Everyone around her saw this Vampire Princess transform into a liquid form like blood as the Holy Temple Knights moved, slowly seep into the ground. But in the next instant, a drop of blood appeared mid-air, swiftly forming into a blood sphere, Andreg stepped out from the sphere, blocking the Holy Temple Knights of the Flame Temple.

Her eyes, one blue and one red, burned with the Soul Fire, the blood-forged curved blade in her hand swung into the air, forming a colossal red moon of crimson blood pearls amidst the rain.

Forward went the red moon, the first Holy Temple Knight standing in its path was instantly doomed to misfortune. He was a possessor of Secondary Flame Element, his element probably stemming from purification abilities. Instinctively, he wrapped his hand in a white flame to block Andreg’s blood moon edge.

But in the next moment, he uttered a terrible scream, for though his Purification Law immediately neutralized the soul damage of the blood moon—a trait exclusive to most undead creatures—yet Andreg was not only a bearer of the Soul Element, she was an exceedingly rare bearer of Dual Elements, almost instantly, her other element, blood, drained the flesh off his arm.