The Amber Sword

While Brando's life was dying and he was in a coma, the Saint's Dragon went wild after his injuries, several of his heads rose high and shouted into the sky, and then went wild to attack the Reserve Knight of the Temple of Fire, fleeing the forest, with Veronica - as if to completely destroy those tiny creatures that challenged its authority.

So the knights suddenly approached the scourge of extinction, and they were struggling to support them, hoping to buy time for the clergy to support them with spells. But Amman's death was undoubtedly an astonishing blow, destroying the confidence of these cavalier members.

Coupled with the addition of several other heads of the Saint's Dragon, their front collapsed instantly.

Many knights were suddenly bitten off half by a giant faucet from the clouds, and the battlefield suddenly became like hell, screaming between the woods.

Veronica's eyebrows locked in the battlefield and she fogged the attack of the Foggy Saint's Dragon with her sword, but more agitated was not about her or anyone else's safety - but about the unbelievable situation:

Amman's dead.

When she first saw Brando's eyes, her heart jumped, but the Cruz goddess of war still didn't expect Brando to be so irreversible.

Kill a temple cleric.

You know, the Temple, for Eruin, for Cruz, and even for the entire Allied kingdom of flames, with thousands of years of absolute rule, even though the Cruz manipulate the voice of the Temple Council, still dare not stand up against this enormous thing.

The authority of the Temple of Fire has long been deeply ingrained in the hearts of men and feared by everyone, standing opposite the Temple, opposite the Alliance of Fire as a whole.

No one has dared to declare war on a temple except for the last two outrageous wars.

Even Veronica, whose status is far higher than Amman's in the invisible, is afraid to attack him. She is the leader of the Empire, but the Empire will not completely break with the Temple of Fire for the sake of a Legion Leader.

“That guy...” Veronica chewed her teeth and she held the blue dome fingers close to white. The general knew she would always have to bury everything she saw today as a secret.

She took a deep breath.

The Temple of Fire has so far had no precedent for the death of regional clerics from internal struggle, a matter that, if spread, would be devastating to the temple and even shake the very foundations of its rule.

Once the precedent had been set, Veronica could imagine how the prestige that the Temple of Fire had built in the past would be shaken, and that monarchy, which was unwilling to succumb to divine power, would naturally become foolish.

Even His Majesty, the majestic and mighty Emperor of Cruz, must not have thought otherwise.

So everyone who went through all this firsthand.

Become the natural enemy of the Temple.

Even Veronica thought of the secret trial of the Temple of Fire and could not help but breathe a secret breath. She looked back, and the red-haired girl with the ponytail had left the forest with Brando's body.

She naturally thought Brando had died under that blow.

But somehow, Veronica had a pity in her heart. The young man's rigorous character aroused her fondness, and the Kurdish goddess of war could not help but think of her youth.

The times themselves, it's not that they don't want to give in to the world.

It's a shame it's an Eruin.

But just as Veronica blew herself, Sy had passed through the woods with her unconscious Brando - unarmed after rolling into that tree hole and dropping the Thunder Gun - she was fortunate enough to escape the first attack sequence of the Saint's Dragon - saving her life with Brando.

As Brando ordered, the girl crossed the valley south and entered the last level outside the storm circle - the ancient isthmus.

For two days, the ponytail girl had not closed her eyes once in order to reach the ‘Stone of the Holy White' in Brando's mouth as soon as possible. But Brando's breath has become weaker and weaker, making Sy feel wandering and restless.

She was afraid that Brando would stop breathing forever at any moment, and Sydney's heart was empty and she didn't know how to face it.

She kept thinking and sometimes even whispered.

Towards the south, the woods gradually became thinner in front of her, and the forest floor greyed from lush green to yellow. Although the color is somewhat abstract in this eternal night without the sun, Sy can still guess an approximation based on the vegetation, soil and rock distribution of the surface.

In this direction, the grass is scattered east and west like bald hair, with bare rocky edges in the brown soil beneath, and the trees are sparsely distributed in the fog in the distance, and the valley seems to become dead silent in this direction.

At last, on the evening of the day - time to time - Sy is not sure if she counts less than one night or more in exhaustion.

But she finally found what Brando called a remarkable giant white rock in a black-painted valley that seemed like a layer of light, filled with sacred breath in this desolate valley.

Without any language, Sy understands she's in the right place.

The girl almost crawled over, but her nervousness, anxiety and tiredness finally crushed her. She tripped at her feet and was stumbled by a rock that protruded.

Brando behind it was also dropped far away.

Sy almost climbed up from the ground with her teeth bitten, couldn't help but stab herself in the palm and elbow for a moment and hurried over to lift Brando. She put her hands on Brando's chest - the young man's wound had been abscessed, but there was nothing she could do.

Girls just feel Brando's heart beating slightly, but they can barely feel it. At last, Sy couldn't help but blur her eyes and cover her mouth to cry. She was cold and hungry. When she left the forest, it seemed that her backpack was hung on the branches of the trees, but she didn't find it because she was in a hurry to escape.

As a result, all food and emergency items were left there.

The red-haired girl cried for a moment, which put Brando in a huge void beneath the rock. She dared not leave Brando alone and could only sit beside Brando, hoping that her lord would be so well.

But the situation did not go as far as she had imagined.

Early the next morning, when Sydney woke up unconscious, Brando's body was changing - simply put, magic was losing its way out of the young man's body, a sign that almost heralded death for a strong man entering the gold field.

Although Sy didn't know that, the loss of power would never be a good thing, and she panicked and couldn't find a way to stop it for a while.

But just as she was anxious, a sudden sound sounded:

“Huh?”

That's a woman's voice.

Sheesh immediately looked out of the Holy White Stone with alarm. It was only possible that Veronica was here at this time, but what surprised her was that she saw a strange woman.

Or it should be said that the upper body is a woman, and the lower body is a plant creature.

The woman she didn't know, but the woman, Cee, the unconscious girl wrapped around her hand, recognized -- that Cruz Kim Kim, Faina.

She immediately realized that the woman was the killer of Tia and wanted to pull a short sword from her waist, but this pull was empty.

Sy, this reminds me that the short sword is long gone.

She bit her teeth and looked vigilantly at the apoptotic lord, Andersha, and asked, "Who are you?” When the girl opened her mouth, she realized that her voice had long become dull and her throat was sore.

Andersha was also measuring this red-haired girl —— she seemed a little intrigued, even giggling —— but this dangerous woman didn't even look at Brando more than once, and her eyes were completely on Sy.

“Little girl,” she said, sounding a little emotional: "I think I know you. ”

“I don't know you.” Even though Sy felt she was shaking, she still had one hand to protect Brando, biting her teeth and staring at the woman and answering.

“No, no,” Andersa squeezed her eyes and shook her head: “I mean, you have a smell I'm familiar with. ”

Sy didn't answer.

And Andrea smiled, “I remember, this smell -- it's God's blood!” Her eyes lit and she licked her lips: “Should I call you - the angel of thunder? ”

Sy's face changed dramatically, and Ben's pale little face suddenly grew as white as paper.

The pain brought to her by the blood of God was like a blood dripping blade clearly visible, and she still remembered the night she was killed by the shepherd and then resurrected, then wrapped around her nightmare every day, leaving her to struggle almost every moment on the verge of collapse.

Even if it weren't for Lord Lords, Sy knew she'd become an unconscious monster.

Just like the earth angel she met.

She couldn't bear to stare at Andersa, knowing that this woman and that person were probably one group.

Tree herders.

“Shepherd... the tree man?” Sy was almost suffocated, but still asked.

“Oh, you recognize us, but it's not surprising," replied Andersa. "Since you have the blood of God in you, you are naturally one of us. ”

She skewed away: "But it's a little strange that you seem to have your own will. ”

“I'm not a god!” Sy took a breath and rebutted excitedly: “Neither are you! ”

“No, no, no,” Andrea looked at Sy and her eyes grew brighter and brighter: “It looks like this time the reward was unexpected, except for the little princess of the Cruz. A fallen angel, who gave you the blood of God? ”

Sy looked at her and kept her mouth shut.

“It's okay, I'll know.” Woman smiles: “From now on, little girl, you are my trophy. ”

Shivering for a second: "Never! ”

“Oh? That's not up to you. ”

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(PS: Tragic, found that the copy is missing a part, modified the next complement, the number of words is counted as sent.