Amber Sword

A bolt of lightning snaked through the violet-black sky, the clouds boiling like porridge. Suddenly, a red dot appeared at the center, like a falling stone striking water, creating a ripple that spread outward with a half-mile diameter.

A soft ’buzz’ sounded.

"Brand, this is..." Otarais’ voice was cautious.

"I know." Brand watched the scene unfold with an expressionless face.

The soldiers on the Princess’s side in the forest finally noticed the anomaly above. Their movements stiffened as they raised their heads to see a giant phantom gradually emerging beneath the red circle.

It was a battleship—

A colossal ship with four decks of cannons and a towering stern slowly transformed from phantom to reality. Beside it, three smaller red circles unfolded in sequence, revealing three smaller escort ships amidst the storm.

Next, twelve red dots flashed in the sky, gold-red armored knights wielding flame-shaped longswords formed a ring outside the fleet.

"It’s the Flame Temple!"

"The fleet of the Flame Temple!"

The sudden appearance of the unfamiliar army affected the entire battlefield, even Adgar was compelled to lift his massive head to gaze at the unexpected intruders in the sky, and then soldiers of the Northern Alliance also dropped their weapons and looked up.

More red dots flickered amid the storm, like red butterflies dancing. With each flash, a heavy knight, fully armored and riding a silver flying horse, was left behind.

A span of even more extensive red dots spread across miles of sky, after the red light, a vast army of monk soldiers appeared—each with flaming wings as though they were golden angels.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment.

"Golden Flame Goddess figurehead, thirteen wind sails, four decks, 110 cannons," Brand couldn’t help but shake his head lightly as he watched the spectacle unfold before him.

Ash-class first-class battleship, Perran.

Holy Temple Knights.

Armed forces under the Flame Temple, ’Fire Wand’.

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Thirteen pages of green light sails unfolded into clouds amid the storm—the colossal ship slowly turned above, and the half-naked goddess figurehead gleamed in the storm—it was indeed the figurehead of the Golden Flame Goddess.

The four battleships turned their hulls one by one, aiming their broadsides at the Storm Element Adgar.

Adgar had slept for nearly a thousand years; a thousand years ago, it had never seen such things. But at this moment, it keenly sensed a great danger enveloping itself.

Commands from the Cruz people carried through the wind.

"Wizard ready!"

"Open the cannon doors!"

The next instant, the four battleships shook violently, suddenly spewing fierce flames from one side. "Ah—!" Before everyone could react, ’Fury’ Adgar let out a heaven-shaking scream.

A bright explosion of fireworks suddenly burst in the night sky.

The Cruz people unleashed all of their firepower on this enormous creature. Although more advanced magic power and dissolution crystal technology of this era had not yet been developed, the old magic-charged cannons designed by the Hazellian were far from posing a substantial threat to the Storm Element, but the intense pain made ’Fury’ Adgar instinctively raise his head.

It was that instant.

Eleven Templars simultaneously raised their swords, each stabbing towards Adgar’s ’throat’—eleven golden beams extended from the blazing sword blades in their hands, piercing Adgar thoroughly in an instant, and like eleven golden lines, they tightly shackled the monster to the ground.

Compared to the overwhelming firepower of the previous four battleships, this was the truly lethal strike against Adgar. Eleven masters of the Enlightenment Element, even in ordinary times, it dared not confront outright, let alone hitting a vital point.

Adgar let out a shrill wail, lightning roared within, becoming astonishingly bright, as if on the verge of collapse; but this monster was worthy of being one of the bosses in the early versions of Amber Sword, even severely wounded, it did not die immediately. Rather, fiercely provoked, it swung a massive palm in a counterstrike towards the sky.

The storm element’s immense size meant this strike almost covered half of the battlefield’s sky. The eleven Templars dared not take it head-on, quickly scattering, but the three escort ships behind them suffered misfortune.

One was directly struck dead center by Adgar, the green protection shield barely had time to light up before it instantly shone a scorching white, then shattered with a rumbling crash, swept from the sky into the distant hills by Adgar’s massive palm.