The Amber Sword

The knights are still far away.

But the dark-haired teenager has thrown two bottles at him - the Alchemy Bomb? Brando frowned slightly and took a step back, saying it didn't hurt people's lives, but he did it with no mercy, and throwing it on the average person without dying was also half crippling.

The bottle had exploded in the middle of the sky, and the hot acid and glass fragments scattered, but Brando's body was suddenly blocked by a flame of bright or dark red shields that appeared in front of him before him.

Red Blessings on Fire Shield spell automatically takes effect.

However, after the white cloud spread, Brando discovered that two strange human beings appeared before him, who looked like flesh figures, twisted ugly bodies filled with alchemy matrices, like a pile of muscularly relaxed rotten flesh - but much weaker than the statue, and only slightly taller than an adult.

This thing is called a mutant, it's a level 25 alchemy life, it's called life, but it doesn't have feelings, feelings and intelligence, and it doesn't violate the teachings of the temple.

Meanwhile, twelve spherical metal objects emerge behind the black-haired teenager - the Magic Monitor - and Brando instantly understands their intentions; using alchemy life to buy time, using the Magic Monitor to prevent and arrange the Alchemy Matrix, it seems that the other party is preparing for more advanced alchemy.

“Quite a bit of combat experience," Brando was slightly surprised, "is it someone from the special department? ”

He is aware that the Royal Alchemy Society of Cruz has a special team of experienced alchemists and combatants who are good at combat, with the Blood Eagle as their emblem and the War Alchemist as its name.

War Alchemists themselves are a combat advance for alchemists, except Brando didn't expect to meet them here.

And this teenager is a little too small.

But Brando shook his head: "Is that all you got? ”

Young lords from Eruin, with their twisted alchemy mutants, did not even have to draw their swords, stood in the right hand and pressed forward. White Crow swordsmanship immediately produced wind pressure and hit two mutants in the face - the power of the gold field was horrible. There was no room for resistance between the two mutants, and they were directly lifted back.

The trapped aristocratic young lady also screamed her head down, a mutant almost rubbing her long blonde hair over. The distant knights also reacted quickly, making their way to both sides, causing the two mutants to hit the ground, bounce, and then fall 100 meters downwards, breaking the fence in that direction.

“Doesn't the Cruz Empire look too good?” Brando reached forward and asked.

The wind pressure continued, and the teenager was surprised. He did not expect that the Eruin in front of him was not as good as he had imagined. The two superior mutants of black iron did not succeed in blocking him for a moment.

In previous battles, the stronger opponents he encountered would also be delayed for a little while in front of both mutants.

“Taylor's Wall!” The teenager bites his teeth and shouts that the metal conductor immediately forms an annulus that surrounds him, blocking the twelve transparent shields from the whirlwind that Brando creates.

Tyre is a renowned magician who is known for his defensive skills and has invented many famous defensive spells and defensive magic guides.

After defending Brando's attack, the dark-haired teenager took a breath and had to prepare to fight back. But at this point, a big, fat hand pressed against his shoulder.

The knights are here.

“Rono, you're not his opponent! You stay back, please use alchemy to support us, this guy is on us!” The knight who stopped the black-haired teenager was covered in armor and wearing a full helmet with purple and blue feathers. Brando knew he was a centenarian when he looked at the outfit.

“Captain?” The dark-haired teenager was surprised that he thought he was nothing more than a second-class element, but he didn't think that the young man Fayna had gotten into was so difficult to deal with.

“Leave it to us. ”

“Where's Master Cullenz? ”

“He'll be here in a minute. ”

The Knight captain looked back at Brando, with a pair of blue eyes under his mask filled with caution: "Sir, is that all the Cruz Empire is? Not a bad breath! So let me show you something, Eluyn...”

He waved his sword and more than twenty knights climbed from his wings.

Meanwhile, the spherical magic conductor disperses around the black-haired teenager, emitting twelve beams downwards and beginning to draw a secret law array on the ground. For each node the beam is drawn, the teenager throws a secondary moon crystal into a small law array in the middle of the node - the array he constructs is divided into three layers, with twenty-two nodes forming a three-dimensional conical synthesis formula.

The array of demonstrators is quite astonishing, no less than blood, but the demonstrators are expensive, only a few can make them, and not everyone can afford them - and the premium demonstrators need to be driven by very high quality amber crude stones, and Brando can't help but think that only an empire as wealthy as Cruz can make its alchemists use this luxury.

But the so-called human pride, the Eagle Empire Cruz?

Brando grinned in his heart, and His Royal Highness Princess Regent of the Sword of Amber could not escape from this so-called glorious empire; where the assassins came from, Grand Duke Anrek could not give an answer, but the players were impenetrable, how could they hide from the sea?

He thought he hadn't gotten into any trouble with these guys, but the other guy came to the door in the morning, okay, just to let these arrogant guys know that Warndt wasn't cruise-centric.

It's just the country that the Temple of Fire cares about the most.

He glanced at the teenager and had recognized that he was going to draw the fog of the wind. This alchemy drug had a great magnitude of strength for the melee, and naturally he could not let the other party complete it.

Although the Magic Monitor is fast enough to make the average alchemist angry enough to die, it's not worth mentioning in Brando's eyes.

The young lord stretched out his right hand and held a flamed onion between his metal finger sleeves. Flameless onions contain ten times more magic than secondary moon crystals, and are best used as embryos; Brando's mind moves and the power of the advanced alchemy matrix, painted by Bahamite himself, instantly penetrates the magic crystal and bursts into pieces.

Not far away, the half man who was scared by the mutation saw the scene with his own eyes, but he couldn't help but scream - it was a flaming onion!

If there is substantial magic coming out of the broken magic crystal, the pure magic in the crystal is not stained with chaos, so it presents a beautiful sky blue, surrounded by fog. The next moment, however, the three horizontal arrays of magic run through Brando's forearm armor, bringing these powers together inwardly.

The magic array compresses forward and, together with magic, forms several surfaces of a sphere in Brando's palm, and the blue magic moves slightly within the sphere, as if something was brewing a cocoon.

Brando shoots a brilliant blue light forward in the hands of the sphere, through three knights into the dark-haired juvenile's law formation, which suddenly changes its color, watching as he instantly smokes away half of the law formation he's already built.

Alchemy countermeasures!

He's also an alchemist! And it's a battle type!

But what shocked the teenager was why was the Alchemy Front so fast? Alchemy is a seven-ring alchemy, two rings taller than the fog of the wind!

Blood refining?

But that's not true. Is there such advanced skill in blood refining? And the matrix of blood refining is red, and the matrix of the other party was clearly bright white.

The dark-haired teenager fell backwards in unmistakable confusion, choking a breath of blood and hurrying to cover it with his hands, but the bright red plasma still erupted from between his fingers.

The magic rebellion hit his gut almost instantly.

“Ronald!” The thorn-wrapped nobleman was stunned and lost his voice.

The knights were also astonished that they did not expect the black-haired teenager, who had always been known in the Empire as the most powerful new generation in the field of alchemy, to be severely traumatized by each other in one face, and that the other was equally using alchemy and so young.

The captain of the knight was shocked first, but angry in turn, and he could not imagine how His Majesty would be angry to know what would happen to such a genius under his protection, and what fate would befall him.

“Kill him!” He shouted angrily, but the captain immediately realized that this was Druid's territory and quickly and hatefully altered his words: "Arrest the Eruin! ”

“Catch me?” Brando chuckles: “What qualifies you? ”

He looked around, and each of the more than twenty knights present had a silver median or higher grade, which illustrated Cruz's strength, on the one hand, and the dark haired teenager and the noble golden identity of this blonde ponytail, on the other, did not seem easy.

However, the district has a median of more than twenty silver, though Le.

Brando had just heard their conversation and knew there might be strong support behind him, so he was reluctant to waste any more time on them.

He took a step forward.

An unparalleled wave exploded in all directions around this young Lord Eruin - the sword of the White Raven sword was sharply sharp, driven by the combined power of the 16th Master's military swordsmanship and the golden realm - although Brando did not have a sword, the white airflow was like a blade.

The centurion never dreamed that this young man had entered not only the gold realm, but also the creation of a master realm in swordsmanship.

“Ya Jiansheng!” The knights screamed, but had been swept away in a fan-shaped fashion, leaving them with little to no resistance beyond the power gap of almost an entire three classes.

Just a breath away, more than 20 knights of the Cruz Empire have fallen apart.

Brando didn't look at these people unexpectedly, thinking that if he had to deal with these guys before he went underground in Chevrond, he'd have to scrap his hands and feet, but now he's a turkey poodle.

He looked up and saw the nobleman shrinking weakly.

“You, don't come...” (Unfinished, if you want to know what happened, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)