The Amber Sword

There was no time to argue anymore, and the two groups of candidates were eventually identified quickly. Brando knew he could not convince Her Royal Highness that he could only throw a glimpse into the rain at the end and then covered the cape.

The princess took the long gun from the knight beside her and cut a piece off from the cape with a sword in her reverse hand, tying it to the tip of the gun. The crescent moon and lily pattern floated high during the storm.

The knights looked at the flag representing Eruin and it had been rained down.

The thin team began to move forward.

They certainly attracted the devil's army. A first-line Mercedes-Benz forward hellhound, like a rolling red wave, swallowed everything along the way as teams of fewer than thirty in the center of the battlefield.

This gave Brando a valuable breathing opportunity. A walker with a cloak of King Giant cloth wiped the battlefield close to the only remaining flame door.

But even this path has not been steady.

Hill-like hellhounds can't see them, but sometimes they can't avoid coming from the front. At this time, Brando can only lift the cape and pierce the throats of these monsters with a sword from below, leaving the stench of blood to splash out, causing these giant demons to twist and twist into a few more heads of their kind.

But the fallen Hell Dog didn't attract much of its kind of attention, and the devils would have loved to fight each other. Such treading in a cluster storm is insignificant, and no one would have noticed the corner of the battlefield.

Demons are getting denser, and everyone feels the ground beneath their feet flipping.

The barbarians in the sky were the first to approach humans in the middle of the battlefield. Raider raised his head and his grey eyes reflected those horrible faces, and the monsters in the sky squealed open their wings like an arrow.

Several barbarians crashed into the knight's formation, knocking several knights into flight, far more powerful than the Hell's Hound, and Raeld witnessed the knights smashed into pieces and their armor broken like glass. The flesh below bursts under tremendous pressure and the blood vessels burst into a scattered mass of plasma.

A few bloodbaths were even sprinkled on the snow white face of Her Highness behind. Griffin couldn't move, her hand held the gun tight, and her fingers were white because of the ischemia, but the gun stood still.

The Barbarians swept by. The rest of them dived down again, and a barbarian hit the princess in the crowd. When the only two or three remaining knights reacted, the savage devil's sharp claws almost reached the half-edged girl's chest.

“Careful! ”

A silver light penetrated the rain curtain and nailed it to the head of the barbarian, causing it to fall. The old knight, with his sword in his hand, has stood before His Royal Highness. Griffin looked at the lion of the kingdom in front of him, who had betrayed the Corcova royal family, but she knew that the old man had never betrayed Eruin for a moment.

“Thank you, Lord Reid. ”

“As long as the princess doesn't blame me for this treason, it's all my fault. The old man owed his life to the first king, and now it is no loss to repay him with this old bone.” Laird sighed, "but my old life doesn't necessarily mean I'm guilty. ”

“It's not your fault,” Her Royal Highness shoots a cold light in her eyes: "Someone will pay for this, Brando won't let them go. ”

Knowing that Her Royal Highness was speaking precisely of her rightful uncle, he had to sigh no more, nor had he anticipated that the Grand Duke of Sifah would be so heartbroken that he would introduce the devil into the world. No wonder Nicholas, Galloch, turned to the Princess's side without mercy.

There was only one regret left in his heart, and he knew that he would never still be an accomplice in the White Lion Corps. But it's too late to say this. Don't say that young man, even the temple, will never let Grand Duke Sifah go.

And the White Lions are doomed to lose their past honor.

It doesn't really matter anymore. What matters is whether Eruin will ever survive, and whether or not they will succeed in the battle for their lives today.

A silver hua flew out of the old man's sword, silver hua shaped the same round of the moon, the moon circle forward, sweeping the barbarian formation. The demons flying in the sky maintained a forward posture, but their bodies had been torn apart, a piece of corpse crashing into the ground and a bloody storm.

What a beautiful white crow swordsmanship, representing Eruin's brightest past. Griffith watched the dazzling glow disappear into the rain, but was finally swallowed up by the raging army of demons.

The Barbarians have risen again. But there is already a tall figure of a hellhound on the ground, the knights of Lantoniland are almost completely destroyed, the rest of the witches are not enough to defend themselves, and Raeld and the Knights of the Temple of the Cruz are closer together to defend the last flag above the battlefield.

Brando turned around and saw the flag still standing far in the rain. A blue and white flag, like the only symbol above this battlefield.

Lightning breaks through the dark sky of Ambethel Bay, reflecting everything in snow.

Brando turns back heavily, and he understands that all hope now rests on him - if he can quickly dismantle the portal - there may be a chance of salvation.

Brando couldn't help but bite his teeth off. They have already rushed through the first wave of demons, with less than one-half of the distance left behind, and the demons on the battlefield are much scarcer. The intermittent use of the cloak of the King of Giants has only lasted less than one-third so far.

It looks like the victory is near.

Everyone couldn't help but consciously accelerate the pace.

One third of the way is past. After passing through the second sharp arrow, the line of defense made up by the longhorn demon behind is clearly visible.

Nicholas pulled out the sword. Without waiting for Brando's orders to rush toward those superior demons like a golden red line, the twelve-headed longhorned demons were apparently stunned by the powerful enemies suddenly appearing before them, and the two of them closest to Brando's pedestrians had been caught in a flame by Nicholas before a single scream.

There is naturally only one way to wait for them.

And Brando held up the cape of the King of Giants, and it lasted nine seconds. At this time, he no longer had to save, because there was only one last step left.

Antitina followed him closely, Charles held a comatose canister, followed by Delphirie, and the four of them never felt as nervous as they are at this moment. Even Brando's experience during the wolf tide was far worse than it was now, because at least he could see through history, but the present future was hidden in a mist.

He had to break the fog himself, but he was not sure what the trial behind the fog represented.

Thirty meters.

The cape of the King of Titans has finally failed. But there are only two or three kittens by the portal right now. Those are all magicians, and Charles and Brandolph solve them all one by one as soon as they appear.

Antitina throws away the King Giant's cloak at the quickest speed, as if it were not a legend, but a piece of garbage. Then she rushed madly towards the last flame door on the battlefield.

Charles, Brando, Dilfrey, Nicholas, and far from the center of the battlefield, Gallock, Reid and Her Royal Highness saw the scene at the same time.

Just a little harder! Almost everyone probably has just one thought.

But unfortunately, as it seemed that everything was on track to that best end, a terrible atmosphere suddenly descended into the air and was added to everyone on the battlefield.

Demon Lord's Pressure!

Brando immediately froze upright, feeling repressed as if a god had suddenly descended into the realm, but that was impossible. It goes without saying that there is no such thing as a physical God in Warnde, and even a god can never breathe such brutality.

That kind of aura can only exist in one creature as a whole.

Devil.

He raised his head and watched the space next to the portal shake up. Then a huge golden red light door suddenly opened without a sign around Antina, and before everyone could react, a huge, as if stacked with red fat, three-headed monster had been extruded from the door.

That unique look can only remind Brando of one name - Messica, King of Confusion.

At that moment Brando's heart tightened.

“Careful! Antina!” He shouted with all his strength.

But late, the lady didn't even realize the disaster was coming, and she even turned back surprised when she heard Brando shouting at her, but the next moment, the devil's claw had passed through her body.

With a resounding sound, the blood-red claws pierced Antitina like three swords. Her whole body bowed because of pain.

Antitina opened her mouth, as if the last moment still had a surprising divine colour. But the blood immediately poured out of her mouth and nose, but the nobleman Jinjin finally reached out to Brando.

“Brando... Brando...”

One mouth at a time, she put her head down helplessly.

“No ——” Brando cracked, almost unable to believe what he saw in front of him. Though there was still a little delusion in his mind, hoping that it was all just a hallucination, it was only a delusion after all.

I couldn't help but sink.

As an ordinary man, Antina, is there any chance of survival under the blow of Messica, the Demon King of the Extreme? Anyone who is sane will give the right answer.

But the answer is unacceptable to Brando.

Antina's dead?

Brando saw the king of chaos throw his claws away and threw Antitina out. The lady buried her soft body on the grass and lost her life. At that moment, all he had left was a blank space in his head, and he stood in the rain with the sword of the earth, but for a moment he felt the whole world go dark.

And the aristocratic lady who has always been silently with him, willing to stand opposite him in the whole kingdom, is dead?

Brando didn't know what kind of thoughts were flowing for a moment.

And Messica, king of chaos, finally noticed this young man at his feet. Its three giant heads looked back at the portal, and then at Brando, and it instantly guessed these human intentions, and it couldn't help but show a glimmer of anger on its face.

“Bugsy, what you did.” Messica's voice seemed to come from the abyss, lifting her paws and swinging instantly towards Brando.

“Brando, you bastard, wake up! You want to die here! You still have your destiny card! Miss Antina, she's not dead!” After the wind, St. Osor is going crazy.

But only the last word made Brando's mind flash through a dark lightning bolt. He reacted with a spiritual response, and yes, he still had cards, and as long as there was a fate card, there was at least a glimmer of hope to bring the lady back to life.

Though only a glimmer of opportunity in despair.

But whenever he had the chance, he would never give up.

Brando woke up sober, but he raised his head and a shadow had completely covered him.

… (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.)