Amber Sword

Above the azure sky, the Law of the Element named ’Tiamat’ by Martha is resonating with the Divine Artifact. Four beams of light pierce through the heavens and the earth, supporting the skyline of Ambeser on all sides.

The heavens and the sea are resonating, white flocks of birds rise from the sea, circling the beams of light under the clear sky, forming a magnificent picture.

On that day, from Ambeser to Suo, from Gray Wind Harbor to Kanaiqi, countless people witnessed this miracle.

But not everyone beneath this miracle was in the mood to appreciate the beauty above the sky. In the districts near the North Gate of Ampezel Port, Officer Knights of the Royal Knight Academy were methodically penetrating and breaking through the last line of the Harbor Guard.

Yet the situation was quietly changing—

As one of the few outstanding graduates of the first class of the Royal Knight Academy, Orland was leading a few fellow Officer Knights to break through a temporary barricade of the Harbor Guard. What he had to do now was to keep moving forward, to break through the Harbor Guard’s defenses before they had time to retreat and build new ones.

And behind him, the thirteenth squad of Camer, who had previously completed a joint attack with him, and the fourteenth squad of Aiden would continue to flank other defenses, ensuring that each tactical unit had a clear duty. The master of the Wind Spirit Spiders perched on their shoulders coordinated the entire battlefield through these spiders and then relayed orders back to each of them.

Orland had never fought a battle like this nor learned of such a case, but without a doubt, this was exactly what he’d dreamed of. He could clearly see his opponent powerless in resistance, falling into shock and panic, while all they needed to do was advance, and advance more, as victory was within grasp.

Like an arm directing a finger.

Orland always thought this was just an adjective, but now he realized that such command and execution power really existed. The Officer Knights on the battlefield truly gathered together, forming a sharp treasure sword, and the person wielding the sword was indeed an unparalleled Swordsman.

Truly exhilarating!

But suddenly, several Wind Spirit Spiders materialized around his body. Orland, upon seeing these Sky-Blue, semi-transparent insects in the wind, immediately realized that they were scouts stationed in several directions.

Something went wrong—

"The Cruz people have already moved," Brand said gravely, as if he had seen it with his own eyes: "At least three armies are moving towards our northeast and northwest flanks at speed, they passed Golden Fleece Street, Twelve Street..."

He suddenly looked up: "Ah, I think I recognize them, it’s the White Lion Legion, that’s their old tactic for flanking assaults."

Brand suddenly found it somewhat amusing, it was them after all.

"They want to encircle us," Nemesia answered coldly. "This is a trap."

"Those Northern Men indeed have guts, drawing everyone’s attention to the Black Blade Legion, but secretly mobilizing the White Lion Legion," Brand sneered, looking up at the strange celestial phenomena of Divine Artifact Resonance in the sky: "Just to satisfy the Cruz’s demands, they’re not at all pained to cut this piece of flesh."

Everyone present wore a solemn expression, the current situation was already very clear. The Crown Prince must have used the Lion Heart Sword as a chip to persuade the Flame Temple, otherwise, under the surveillance of the Cruz people, it would have been impossible for the White Lion Legion to quietly pull out several thousands of men into Ambeser.

What’s more, Duke Xifa openly moved the Cruz people to come personally, and in fact, whether or not the Lion Heart Sword appeared in Ambeser, this sword would belong to the Flame Temple in the future. With the manpower and resources of the Flame Temple, finding a sword within the small territory of Erune is still very easy.

Not to mention they also have other components capable of resonating with the Lion Heart Sword in their possession.

But perhaps they didn’t expect that Audiphis’s soul was all along within the White Lion Legion. Maybe this is what they call human calculation not as good as divine calculation, this sudden Divine Artifact Resonance indeed gave Brand a reminder.

Wood, oh Wood, Brand couldn’t help but shake his head. He still relied too much on the judgment from his previous life. Old Wood was indeed a close friend of Turaman, also a straightforward and neutral party, but he forgot that in addition, he was a high-ranking member of the Flame Temple and a Cruz.