The Amber Sword

“Warning: excessive blood loss, life-threatening -”

“Warning: cardiopulmonary function decreased, life threatened -”

Sophie woke up with a high-frequency warning sound that seemed to echo in her mind from that bitter battle earlier, and that sound was like a file in your brain that made your head crack.

By the way, he remembered that he was supposed to be in the game with his comrades of "God's Force" in the mountains of Orkash, defending against Madara's demise, the cold winds of the lead grey sky, and countless dark creatures coming from dagger-sharp mountain peaks, infinite, as if it were a black tide. Tens of thousands of skeleton armies, corpse witches hidden in the sea of skeletons, and spinning bone dragons and shady ghosts...

Enemy on the back, they're dead.

His first reaction was to curse in his heart, those assholes of thorny flower fire, their own incompetence also involved the friendly army, even let the enemy bypass the back of the way, what a fucking reason!

Then he had the heart to check his condition and didn't hang up. It was a pleasure to know that Madara's army had never left him alive. But then he frowned again, and the wound went too far - not only a fatal wound to the heart and abdomen, but also poisoned by rotting corpses.

Wait. Corpse poison?

Haven't you already completed the task of perfect body, how can the silver family's body be eroded by these low-level darknesses? What the hell are you guys doing?

He didn't have much time to question that, and the young man coughed weakly and barely sat on top of the gray flutter floor - he realized that dark erosion was still a small thing, so he had to find a pastor to disperse it. In his own state, if he doesn't stop the bleeding more quickly, he will only die of weakness. Although he is not a top player, he is at least an old qualifier. Only a few checks can give an idea of these situations.

Sophie groaned and opened the skeleton in front of him with only half of it. These Maddala junior cadets are as inexistent as the air in his eyes —— in other words, it's 24th century, and Maddala is still waking up these junior cannon dust, except for wasting the energy of the soul, which really doesn't help at all, because Okato's witches' brains have been completely corroded by negative energy, one who doesn't know how to adapt.

He also complained, but soon found that he pushed the skull to appear to be a little hard. It is true that the punishment in a weak state is not covered, he can easily push away a bone dragon in the ordinary.

Sophie, remember the last time you were dying and weak? Just a few months ago. The fighting power of God's force was not blown out, and this time his immortality record would probably have been maintained if it hadn't been for the incompetent generations of Thornflower Fire.

Thinking of the impatience and gloom of young people here and the defeat of the forces of the Holy See, it is expected that this time of the Forum will be another lively one.

And while he was thinking about these trivial things, he went backwards to touch his backpack —— but he touched an empty spot, and Sophie snapped, and he cursed.

“These Maddalene bandits! ”

He still has to stop the bleeding. It would be best if there was a cure at this time, and bandaging would be fine without it. There should be no shortage of these things on the battlefield. Normally, the backpacks of cannon ash are unavailable. There are a lot of cures and bandages, especially bandages. He also saw a rookie carrying a full bandage before the war.

A joke. You think bandages are too much to die for?

He was unconsciously ready to climb up, but when he turned around, he stayed —— wait, is this the mountain of Orkesh?

He should have seen a scene where wild grass was awesome, bare white rock dog teeth staggered across steep hillsides, corpses swept across, ravens flew over silent battlefields, and Grace's broken Great Light Cross flag floated on the hillside, yet the imaginary scene did not reappear in the eyes of young people -

There is no northerly wind in the mountains of Orkesh overnight, no silent silence walking in the shadows of the mountains like ghosts, or even the thorough cold that freezes the air into the next layer of dry powder.

It was all a hallucination. When this hallucination broke, he suddenly found himself lying on the floor of a quiet, broken and old house, which was nailed by a smooth plank of wood with a bright red blood on it...

He couldn't bear to stand still and unconsciously touch his chest. But the stinging interrupted his movement. The young man screamed his teeth. The wound was his, and the blood was his...

But what is this place? He is somewhat familiar with the style of the house, with the main hall below the ground floor, the corridor on the second floor leading to the rooms, and the rooms, kitchen and storage room on the ground floor below. By the way, this is an architectural style in the south of Eruin, and it's not a room that ordinary civilians can afford - although it's a little old, it can be judged that the original owner of the room must have some status.

In the south of Eruin, Sophie had to be tranced.

How long ago was that? The mountains of Yu Song, the windpipes of the border town of Bucci, soar like a dream of the past. But now it's not Madara's territory, and in his memory Eruin is long gone, yes, in the Third Black Rose War.

“How could I be here! ”

“Wait…”

“Butch… Butch.” Sophie kept thinking about the place name.

Right, he remembers.

His name is Brando, born in Prague. He had a quarter of a carat of Rango's blood, which came from his mother, but he did not become noble because of that noble lineage. Because his father was only a civilian, and although his grandfather had participated in the November war and won the Medal of Candlefire in his lifetime, he was ultimately nothing more than a glorious family of knights of the past.

No, it's not!

Sophie cautioned herself violently about what was going on. No, no, he's Sophie, a citizen of the People's Republic of China.

But there's a voice in his head that immediately tells him--

“You're Sophie and Brando. ”

Suddenly a cold afterward feared climbing Sophie's back, he held his breath and suddenly found something extra in his memory. It was the memory of a young man named Brando, who poured into his mind like a tide, or a stranger who had not invited him, and broke in.

Sophie's breathing hurried, her pupils widened in a circle, and he immediately remembered the desperate and palpitating sword and the dreadful Moringa bone skeleton.

He struggled to get away from this horrible scene, but as his memory enriched, he became exhausted. His brain was suffocating and he was sweating on his forehead.

Ha, he suddenly remembered how he got here - it was a great battle, a vicious battle between Grace and Madala, the Knights of the Church, with enemies on his back and a desperate situation, and he remembered that his role was to die at the hands of a corpse witch.

After breaking the brilliant green light of rays, the world falls into darkness...

That was supposed to be the game, and death should last 12 hours, but who can explain it to him? Why would a normal death in the game cause him to come here?

The world--

He's confused, and if there's a word that describes the only idea behind his messy thinking, it's -- ridiculous.

Ridiculous!

He had already figured out how ridiculous things were happening to him, and he had crossed!

The soul travels through the world, to a dead man named Brando!

No, it should be said to be one.

Sophie held her hands tight on the floor and her fingers all had some numbness. He looked at his hand, which was a little long, and his skin was pale with pathologies. Despite his heart's readiness, he couldn't help but freak out that he was a citizen of the People's Republic of China, of Han nationality, of Mongolian ethnicity, that his skin should emit a healthy pale yellow color, but that his character in the game was adjusted, and must not be like this.

His heart was beating straight and the six gods were devoid, and he could say that he had all the memories of the short nineteen years of the original owner's life, but, on the other hand, he knew nothing about what he was facing.

Perhaps from the soul, he can feel all the thoughts of that young man named Brando ——

ideals, obsession; what he loves, what he hates.

It was like a rebirth, and after another nineteen years of journey. Everything about each other is all about you, as if you were one, but two long dreams are interwoven, and it's always a little overwhelming.

“I'm Sophie. ”

“But also Brando. ”

A sense of fatigue gushed out of Sophie's deepest heart, spreading all over her body in an instant. He finally took a long breath and finally calmed down a little bit.

Forget it, if you come, settle down.

Sophie couldn't help but shake her head and looked at her hands again: “But this is a bit of power, and she's willing to call herself swordsmanship number one...” He thought of Brando, couldn't help laughing at herself, but unexpectedly felt a little relaxed, okay, she left the world without any connection anyway.

Yet a lightning bolt broke through the darkness, and Sufi suddenly felt that it was not another chance that God had given him, and that idea spread uncontrollably in his heart as soon as it ignited.

Because he remembers one more thing--

It's not wrong, Eluin. It was a country that had died in the game, and Brando's memory of the year of flowers and summer leaves, in the first three hundred and seventy-five years, and the history of the game had been written: the second and forty-fourth years! Just as a man suddenly finds himself a prophet-aware prophet, a terrible battle chestnut can't help but sweep through Sophie's entire body.

Yes, it is.

No one here is more familiar with what is happening and what is about to happen in this world.

What does he have to do to deserve his second life in the last life, when he has nothing to do and hides from reality in the game?

Sophie couldn't help but have some trance.

It was the year of flowers and summer leaves, the year the first Black Rose War began. In this war, Eruin failed miserably, but thus embarked on the path of Zhongxing.

He happens to be the personal experience of this war. He remembers when he first came into contact with the world of games, when the first country of choice happened to be Eruin, who was once an incredible novice and grew up in such a war.

The war began with Eru's overwhelming collapse, and the situation gradually improved until the arrival of the Boogs Mountain Regiment. Sophie had a deep memory of that tragic war, in which he had acted alongside the local guards, but no survivors existed.

He is nothing more than an ordinary man, whether he was born before or in this life. What is Brandona's swordsmanship? At the beginning of this war, Madala's raids were classic as textbooks, quick and ruthless and silent. By the time this ancient kingdom reacted, the area's garrison had been devastated.

On that day, Brando must have met with the scourge of Madara's army. Suddenly, Sophie felt a chill rising from her back and only surviving could show her ambition.

He understood that he had to save himself, first finding a bleeding appliance, and the young man stood up grasping the armrest on the suspension side of the corridor. Then he saw the structure of the house, and as he envisioned, the architectural style of the south of Eruin made him so familiar —— because he spent some of his most memorable time here.

“Eluin, I'm back again,” Sophie said softly.