Amber Sword

Count Vitokin never dreamed that a gigantic and arrogant titan would suddenly appear on the battlefield of the two armies. Even the legendary tales lacked such strange events. But of course, he couldn’t have known this was actually the handiwork of Brand. Long before the previous night, Brand had already buried a large number of Dissolution Crystals at several sealing nodes in the subterranean Holy Temple ruins. When the time came, the seals would naturally be blown open, and the ’Fury’ Adgar---the huge Storm Element now strutting on the battlefield---would naturally break free.

In the game, the level of ’Fury’ Adgar is 71. Translated into the commonplace understanding of strength in the Vorn World, it possesses a late-stage Law Peak power, having once reached the Extreme Realm in its prime, though its strength weakened after being sealed. Given its name ’Fury’, it’s naturally not of gentle temperament, and due to the pact (Tiamat’s Law Code) set by Lord Martha and the Four Great Elf Kings, Elemental Creatures are innately sensitive to changes in Law. Moreover, this Lord Adgar absolutely detests anyone flaunting Law Magic in its presence.

This is why Char has never intervened until now. As an experienced ’player,’ Brand would never make such a rookie mistake. But the Northern Alliance wasn’t so lucky. The ’Curiosity Seeker’ Gallock realized something was amiss right from the start—this Great Mage was already level 65 at the beginning of the game, a mighty being on the Side of Truth. Experts at his level are highly sensitive to danger and hostility. He immediately sensed the enmity emanating from Adgar toward him.

Adgar resembled a colossal cloud hovering over the battlefield—a diameter of several hundred meters. Grey storm clouds constantly churned within its body, occasionally discharging a bolt or two of lightning. Everyone had to look up to catch a glimpse of the full figure of this lord, whose eye sockets hosted two immense whirlwinds of lightning that resembled electric balls.

The moment this gigantic entity appeared, the soldiers of the Northern Alliance let out a blood-curdling scream: "Heavens, a monster!"

"Nonsense, that’s an Elemental Creature!"

"It’s gigantic!"

Many spun around to flee, but Adgar did not intend to bother with them. With a soft hum, a golden Thunder Arc shot toward the ’Curiosity Seeker’ Gallock at the center of the battlefield.

The old wizard’s face turned pale as death—Elemental Creatures, due to their lengthy lifespans, are much stronger than humans at the same rank, not to mention this one had been dormant for who knows how many years, with power a tier above Gallock. Quickly raising his right hand, he shouted: "Law, Disrupt!"

A hexagonal transparent shield appeared above him, each face perfectly blocking the incoming arcs. When the arcs collided with the shield, they burst into countless electric snakes scattering in all directions.

Adgar hadn’t expected that the human below would have such skill, partly due to its decline in power, making it a bit annoyed. It took a deep breath—clouds forming its body suddenly expanded. At that moment, a storm was forming over the Outer Sea of Ambeser, with torrential rain pouring down anew. Adgar seemed to draw energy from this storm. A ’hand’ made of dark clouds suddenly grew from its body, then swung half the battlefield’s distance to hammer down on Gallock.

This colossal Storm Element was not clumsy despite its size. The speed was so swift that as soon as the soldiers noticed the clouds transforming in the sky, a massive fist, nearly twenty to thirty meters wide and made of storm clouds interwoven with lightning, was upon them.

With a boom.

Lightning sparks converged to a point but seemed to encounter some obstruction, spreading from this point like a web, launching myriad electric sparks backward. The scene was like a rushing torrent colliding with a rock mid-river, splitting apart, but this torrent was composed of countless golden-red lines.

The Thunder Arc shot backward, striking a dense phalanx of longbowmen right behind Gallock. These ordinary human soldiers suffered heavily. The electric current was like a flood washing over their position, scorching dozens of longbowmen to charred remains without a sound. The luckiest ones were left with at least one arm.

After the Thunder Arc passed, the old wizard Gallock was revealed, face pale as a sheet, his right hand trembling slightly. He had to thank the Protection Magic of the Amber Sword; most didn’t require channeling. Otherwise, relying solely on strength, that blow would have had him foaming at the mouth and likely paralyzed.