The Amber Sword

“Careful!” At a time when Brando was preoccupied with Andersa's attack, Sy suddenly shouted in the back. The latter turned back vigilantly and saw a black-lighted face pouring in.

Brando had virtually no reaction time, but his vast fighting experience subconsciously pushed him forward, with a tingle in the back, and he had already been shot.

“Shit!” the pain made Brando bite the tooth curse, and at that moment he had estimated that the attacker - the only possible attacker from that direction - could only be the priest Amman; it was just that the guy wasn't dead beyond his expectations, he actually took an arrow after eating the sword of the earth, you know, it was a loss of petrification.

“Shit, can't that guy be Johnny? ”

In Brando's experience, the clergy is nothing more than a cloth profession, and there is no way to survive an attack of this magnitude, even if it's a dead spirit.

He turned back immediately and saw Amman rise from the rubble in the distance, and the stones and rubble fell from him. But the priest of the temple of betrayal, with the same surprise on his face, probably didn't expect Brando to avoid his own attack, “Huh?” He looked strangely at Brando and said, “I've never seen the most elite soldier in the temple before, nor has he had such a sharp reaction from you, it seems you're not as simple as a little Eruin nobleman. ”

Amman was a long way from Brando, but his voice could easily reach this side, and Brando knew it was some sort of subpoena.

Brando cursed the crap out of his heart. If he was just a little nobleman, would he show up here? He checked his injuries —— the green lines projected on his retina kept refreshing the data, quantifying the damage —— and Brando took a moment to look at them, less than 10 percent of his vitality.

But due to the excessive loss of blood previously fed to the golden tree with blood - or what should be called some sort of magic eating thorn - the overall vitality status has turned into poor yellow.

In fact, Brando himself felt weak and was slowly climbing along his limbs, a heavy feeling that seemed to drag him to the ground.

“Gotta fight fast -” he shook his head and tried to keep himself awake.

This is not a good situation. Although the ground is already spreading with a great deal of twisted thorns, St. Mayfist the Grey Sword does not yet have the advantage to fight Andersa in the middle of the air; it is just that the Apoptotic Lord is anxious to leave the area and Mayfist is in a state of calm and ready to fight for a while.

“But the magic meltdown will rapidly deepen, and Andersha should be well aware of this, and it will be detrimental to her to sustain the situation, and she will certainly look for opportunities to break the impasse.” Brando stared at Amman not far away and analyzed himself.

He knew very well that the pastoralist was not a good man or woman, and that even if he had a first chance, he would spell a dead net.

The battle over his head is bound to soon divide between victory and defeat, but he has no time now, because Amman is ahead, and it looks premeditated - otherwise he wouldn't pretend to have been killed when he was hit by a petrified arrow, and Brando believes it's not just him, even Andersha thinks the 'companion' is dead.

“And this guy is now ‘resurrected'; because he sees Andersa in a bad way? Or for some other reason?” Brando frowned, and if it were the latter, most of it would indicate that Amman had some certainty.

It's like manipulating a conspirator from behind to the stage, unless he has to, or he must have the confidence to win, even if he thinks he does.

Where does faith come from?

These analyses were just moments of reflection, and then he heard the scrubbing of the cards, and Veronica had stepped on the rubble to his side - a square that had become fragmented in previous attacks.

The lady also frowned because she knew Amman better than Brando - honestly, she didn't like the cleric, the capital was too deep - but such a shady man would never stand at will.

The air seems to smell a strong conspiracy.

Amman looked at the two people with a smile, as if he had seen through their thoughts, "You must be wondering why I'm here, but this is amazing. Valhalla actually exists. In any case, I would like to thank you for helping me so much.” As he said, he took a book out of his arms, and it was black and smoky, and at first glance it was nothing good, or more like something evil.

“Amman, what are you talking about?” Veronica frowned.

“Veronica, don't you get it? Valhalla has maintained the stability of the rings for centuries, and even Cruz will be greatly affected by destroying that potential spark, not to mention Eruin. It is a privilege to destroy an empire with your own hands.” Amman opened the book in his hand and said, "Besides, there's a secret about history buried in Valhalla, and you and I have the privilege of witnessing it. ”

“You're crazy!” Ms. Qingzhi's eyebrows were locked tightly, although she did not wait to see the cleric, but could not bear to be stunned when she heard her own words like this.

“No, you don't call us lunatics all the time," Amman shook his head and smiled with a smile on his face. “Actually, we're all about the same. The Cruz Empire has been killing for centuries to conquer. Compared to this, our behavior is relatively noble. ”

“Strong word for reason!” Veronica's eyebrows rose like a pair of swords, and the end of the last script seemed to be dragged straight to Amman, one sword at a time, like a blurry green light.

However, Amman seemed to have anticipated that, when he opened the pages in his hand and opened a hundred feet around his body, a black light suddenly appeared. Veronica's sturdy sword struck the light screen, and instead of having any effect, a strong light appeared on the dark screen that almost shook the sword in her hand.

The female sword saint took a hard step back to control the blue sky, but the tremendous force on her arm also gave birth to pressing her half down on her knees, grunting.

“Reasoning or not doesn't matter, Veronica, you have any last words to tell me, and I will respect your choice.” Amman held the book with one hand and looked down at the female sword saint and said.

He understated it as if the lives of those in the place had been captured in his grasp.

But at this time, Andersha, who fought Mayfist halfway through the air, became increasingly dissatisfied with all of this, especially when she discovered that the ‘companion' had the ability to easily solve his opponent, but pretended to kill herself.

Even though she understood that the so-called ‘cooperation’ relationship between the two was not worth mentioning, at this time, the apoptotic lord still couldn't help yelling: “Hamir, why don't you kill those guys, what are you waiting for! ”

But at this moment Amman just looked up at the sky, as if he didn't care about the woman at all, and then lowered his head and continued to say to Veronica, "So, what do you think of the proposal below? ”

Veronica held her wrist in shock and looked at Amman in the black screen like water. She had no idea that the cleric had been hiding awkwardly during the week. At least from this spell, the other party's strength might not be enough.

The enormous power gap made her cold for a while, and one Andrea had asked them to deal with it with all their might, and the other, Veronica couldn't think of a chance.

But Brando's voice suddenly rang as she lowered her head and turned sharply in search of defeat:

“Don't listen to his bullshit, it's just the power of the book, Chaos Wall, but there's only three absolute defenses, and I bet that guy can't do it again! ”

The voice of the young man came from far away to make Veronica look like a ghost. Although she dared not believe Brando, she raised her head and saw Amman living like a ghost - although the latter was more like a ‘ghost’ in the usual sense - but the priest of the temple of betrayal of inflammation was clearly not in the mood to pursue this at this moment, and when Brando said that, he sounded as if his head had been struck by a meteor.

Because Brando wasn't wrong about a word.

Though she is a woman, Green Sword Saint has a lot of experience from the battlefield to today. She only sees Amman's divine color and knows that Brando is true, at least most of it is. She immediately had a plan in her heart and immediately grabbed the sword and rushed to the other side.

Amman was one step late when he reacted, and he whispered, "Damn it!” Grab the black smoky book in your hand and retreat, while releasing two black lights from your hand trying to stop Veronica from moving.

Unfortunately, the gap between him and the Imperial Goddess of War was real, Veronica easily crossed the gap between the two black lights and struck a solid sword on the black screen.

With the light flashing, Amman panicked and counted on what kind of spell could be used to delay the time again, but it was at this time that he saw Brando in the distance take down the long bow from the cape.

“Bastard!” Amman scolds that Brando's actions are just right every time, making him wonder if these two have been partners for years, and whether Brando's current experience allows anyone to respond to each other.

The bow string shall sound and the black light curtain shall dissolve.

Veronica immediately seized the opportunity to rush in, but at this point Brando stopped her: "Careful, back off! The Book of Marvee Carter is not that simple! ”

At this moment, Female Sword Saint has completely believed in Brando. Once she was born, less than five feet ahead of her suddenly vanished due to the collapse of magic. The rock surface was biologically powdered under tremendous pressure. If she had gone half a step further before, it would have been the end of her bone crushing.

After the terrible shock, the square was once again littered with smoke.

Veronica couldn't help but take a slight breath and look back at Brando.

“Be careful, he has room to fight back.” But Brando's voice continued to come from behind the smoke, and he leveled the sword of the earth, and his breath did not seem so relaxed.

… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)