Amber Sword

"Williams," Brand couldn’t help letting out a sigh.

The Deputy Commander of the Holy Temple Knights froze slightly.

Then he saw blazing Black flames suddenly ignite in Brand’s eyes, then in his hair, his hands; in an Instant, a pair of wings burning with Abyss Fire unfurled from Brand’s back.

Brand’s voice also turned hoarse and low: "You really are an idiot."

Williams nearly popped his own eyeballs out: "This... cannot be possible! Fool!... Fool! The Dark Dragon’s legacy!"

He pointed his Sword at Brand and screamed in disbelief: "You... you’re actually the Dark Dragon."

"No," Brand shook his head: "I am Brand."

"Go to hell!" Williams’ face went White, and with a furious roar: "Heretic!" he raised the Longsword in his hand, just about to launch his attack on Brand.

But his movement suddenly locked up.

Because he saw Brand take out a short, roughly three-inch-long, gleaming golden cone-shaped object.

This was the relic Brand had taken from Anman’s hand—the Godslayer Demon-breaking Cone—a consumable Divine Artifact that forbids all Element, Magic, and non-Nature Power.

And now, he was going to return it to the Flame Temple.

In another way.

"No, this is impossible." Williams almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing; how could there be something this coincidental in this World?

According to legend, the Godslayer Demon-breaking Cone crafted by Fanzan was the nemesis of all Laws, and its only weakness was that it had to hit to take effect. In the hands of a strong fighter of the same Level, it was an Existence no less than a nuclear Weapon in the Magic World, but in Brand’s hand, such a thing had little deterrent power against a true powerhouse.

Except for Williams.

The guy’s face went deathly ashen, cold sweat streaming constantly down his forehead. In his home ground, within the Law World—where he should have held absolute advantage—now it looked like he was the fish on the chopping block, and someone else held the knife.

Exactly so, this was his Extreme Plain. A World woven bit by bit from his Law Threads.

But for the same reason.

He couldn’t escape.

"It is possible," Brand replied. "You chose your own way to die." As he spoke, he casually drove the Demon-breaking Cone down into the pale-grey ground—

The golden cone instantly, precisely struck Williams’ Law Threads.

"Ah!" Williams let out a heaven-shaking shriek. The entire World seemed to shudder with a terrible tremor; Brand rose to his feet and drew the Earth Sword from behind him.

He could feel this World steadily collapsing, Williams’ Elemental Power disintegrating.

"You have only one chance to live, Williams." Brand raised his Sword—the Sword was wreathed in the same pitch-Black Flame—and asked coldly: "In the last Holy War, what was the true answer behind the November War?"

"Aaahhh..." Williams clutched his head in agony, the Laws in his mind tangled into chaos, as if they might explode at any moment. Yet even so, his eyes went bloodshot as he glared at Brand, roaring through gritted teeth: "You want to know? Keep dreaming..."

"I... will never tell you!"

"Then please go die."

"This Sword."

The World was fading, the outer edges slowly reverting to the scenery of Angerk Mountain Forest.

"Is for the Princess."

Brand thrust his Sword forward, the keen Sword Blade of the Earth Sword and the burning Black Flame together piercing straight through Williams’ body. This Sword Saint of the Flame Temple screamed and lifted his head, the silver Light in his eyes receding at high speed, leaving only a look of utter disbelief.

In that Instant, the World of the Extreme Realm shattered completely.

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