Amber Sword

"Raphael!" The female Templar gasped, probably never dreaming that a dignified Templar would fall in such a battle.

"Be careful," Williams, worthy of being recently closest to the Extreme Realm, was exceptionally perceptive about the Laws. He immediately discerned the hidden intricacies in Brand’s lightning and warned his subordinates, "Do not take that lightning head-on, be sure to dodge!"

But finally, the deputy commander of the Holy Temple Knights sensed danger. He witnessed the proliferation of the Nightmare Furnace Construct firsthand, originally thinking it was just a Silver Upper trinket, never expecting such a terrifying means of attack.

Defying the Law.

Williams didn’t understand why Brand had so many bizarre attack methods, but he no longer wanted to see the next one.

"White Wings Knight Order!" He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Prepare to assemble!"

White Wings Knight Order—the fifth-level formation of the Cruz people, the Silver Winged Cavalry of the Erune White Mane Legion was modeled after these Cruz knights. However, unlike them, the Cruz White Wings Knights were a true Pegasus Knight Order, and every knight among them had at least Golden Rank combat strength.

Today on the battlefield, it was these over a hundred Golden Rank heavy cavalry.

As if to respond to the Great Commander’s order, countless silver wings shone in the rain curtain, the proud Cruz cavalry gathered and began to assemble. The Cruz cavalry on the battlefield screamed, and the high-level Pegasus Knights immediately began to detach from the main force, these heavily armored cavalry descended to lower altitudes, ready to dive attack towards Brand’s position.

They crashed directly through the defense line formed by the archers’ feathered arrows, scattering those arrows in all directions. Although the Cruz Empire had countless strong warriors, the ones truly shining in large-scale wars were their frontline corps—and today, in Vorn, only the Four Great Empires had such a few elite armies.

The White Wings Knight Order managed to list its name among the strongest corps.

The knights flying at the front had already raised their long spears in hand, their armor on the flying horses sparkling; it was spells like Wind’s Feathered Wings taking effect, and their good discipline almost formed a straight silver line shooting towards Brand.

Yet Brand seemed to not even glance at them. The White Wings Knights couldn’t help but feel a slight tremor in their hearts, thinking perhaps he was scared stiff? But how could a summoner possessing Summoning Artifact capabilities be scared stiff by them?

A red horse tail suddenly flashed in their vision, explaining everything, followed by the red-haired girl with golden flames burning in her eyes—Qian charged at the charging knights like a poised female beast, unarmed.

The speed was too fast.

The leading White Wings Knight only had time to see the clenched fist of whitened fingertips growing larger in his vision.

Then, with a ’bang’, he was shot off his horse like a cannonball. In mid-air, Qian turned, stomped heavily on his flying horse’s back, sending the beast crashing into the forest below, leveraging herself upwards towards another knight in her sight.

That unlucky fellow had just seen his companion suffer, suspecting he crashed into a dragon, frightened out of his soul and attempted to dodge. But just as he saw a double image of the red-haired girl, a cold hand was already clutching his throat.

"Golden Peak... how could it be so fast..."

He watched the golden vortex eyes of the red-haired girl in terror, his last thought. Qian lifted him like a chick, throwing him away in mid-air. This knight collided with a third knight, both horse and rider plummeting into the canyon below like a comet.

After taking down three White Wings Knights in succession, Qian finally halted, landing back on the ground. She looked up, over a hundred White Wings Knights frightened into stopping by a mere girl, spreading out in the air, panicked. The red-haired girl flashed her little tiger teeth.

On her body, past the armor, the scaled patterns on her arms and bare thighs gleamt faintly.

It was the Dragon Descendant—

A shadow rose in Williams’s heart.

Meanwhile, Brand, who had cast the ’Lightning Storm’ spell, gained permission to draw three new cards from his deck.

’Thought Acceleration, cost 22 Light or Dark, any player casts a spell, the holder draws three cards from the top of their deck. Before Thought Acceleration triggers next, players must shuffle any excess cards into their deck if they have more than eight cards.’

This was the power of the eighth card from Adversity Heaven. Brand had long been filtering cards to prepare this Boundary, which was also why he previously asked the Princess to wait a moment.

Then he drew the top cards of his deck.

Desperate Trojan, Rise, White Sun Blade.

A faint smile appeared on Brand’s face; he hadn’t expected the power to counterattack to return to him so swiftly.

From adversity to heaven; it was but a thread.

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(PS: A grand Chapter with 7000 words! Enough, right? By the way, requesting monthly tickets!

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The Empire’s suffering not only comes from today’s downfall but also from its past glory.

However, one day, the Emperor’s will will echo across billions of worlds.

Summoning the return from the Darkness, not just for redemption, but also to respond to an oracle—

’The twin-headed war eagle will again spread its wings, the golden throne forged from iron and blood. Supreme majesty rests upon an ordinary name, and his enemies shall tremble, while his legend—etched in the epic of Conquerors.’

Secretly, the synopsis was written by yours truly...)(to be continued. If you like this work, welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)