The Amber Sword

The dry outer skin of Messica is wrapped around a large bone, the root of the ribs protrudes, and the orbit also withers deep from the three skulls, looking like a giant skull. From time to time, a dark blue flame is blown up on it, the light of demonic objects disintegrating due to their loss of magic. Even the equipment shield was completely disintegrated, as if suddenly it had fallen from the throne of a brutal king to an unnamed beggar, and the enormous psychological lapse was accompanied by a great sense of insecurity. Although it was clear that there were advantages to Brando and Charles, Messica immediately applied a flame shield to herself with residual strength.

It's like this is how you make it feel better.

But Charles didn't react too slowly, Brando let him do it, and he immediately grabbed the staff that landed on the ground and read the spell out loud: “I turned this sharp and sharp blade into a sharp blade, separating it from everything, by the law of Yamat, Demetrius' blade teeth! ”

As he pushed his knife forward, the air layered in front of him to form a bright wind blade, then instantly chopped to Messica, the demon king of Hell, not far away.

The flame shield hanging around Messica is much stronger than that little thing on Brando's Red Blessings, and the orange red light on the magic shield is like a layer of orange grease, thick as substance. Charles' dragon's blade teeth were severely chopped on top, as if it had stirred violently in the oil pan. The red grease on the hemispherical magic shield shook violently.

But it didn't move a bit.

“Ha-ha-ha!” Messica first took a step back to realize that Charles couldn't break through its shield. Three heads laughed proudly. It seems completely forgotten that he is still a demon king of Hell. Don't say that being struck through a shield by a wizard in the golden realm is a huge insult to him even if he is attacked like this.

“You can't kill me, wait to die!” It shouted arrogantly.

But it couldn't laugh, because immediately after the dragon's teeth swept like a clear blade, a dark, sunken sword appeared from behind the spell. The slightly bright blade split the rain screen like a fine silver wire. The orange flame shield didn't do anything to the sword. The sword swayed through the space like it was transparent and cut off its chest.

Flash.

Brando jumped high through the rain screen and a sword opened a two-metre-long mouth on the monster's chest. His cold face pulled the blade down in mid-air - as if he had done the same trick hundreds of times in the Amber Sword in the past - blowing up a purple-red bloody rain at midnight.

Messica's laughter stopped, replacing it with a sharp scream - or rather a howl.

“Ow--! ”

The scream soon became a cry, and the immense body of the demon king of Hell fell even backwards because of the impact. Brando's steady fall was accompanied by a massive demon king.

But Messica obviously didn't hang up. Though the wound on its chest extends almost all the way from below its shoulders to above its small belly, deep bones are visible and the flesh reveals to both sides a sparkling gemstone like obsidian. It is the Dark Magic Stone of the Devil, the source of their power, but it is now dimmed by the loss of its connection to the Sulphur River.

It also waves its claws in the rain to try to climb up, and the demon's powerful vitality is undoubtedly visible at this moment, when damaged muscle soft tissue and blood vessels are growing and healing at visible speeds to the naked eye, and some tiny cuts between the eyes become scars of a new red knot.

But Brando obviously wouldn't give the demon king a chance to fully recover, and he immediately jumped on the demon's stomach and stepped on his chest, raising the sword of the earth in his hand with the tip of his sword down high.

“No, don't!” Messica finally panicked, and three heads simultaneously revealed a fear of God: “You can't kill me! I accept that woman's enslavement, what you want, I can give you strength and power, and everything you want! ”

Brando doesn't move.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ”

I felt Brando's psychological change after the wind at that moment: "Don't listen to it, Brando.” She hurried to warn.

But Brando actually just moved a little bit in his heart and then reacted. “Resurrection?” He sneered: “Turn into a demon, but Antina, she doesn't need that ending! ”

A sword stabbed.

But it was at this time that a little bit of cold light split up and the rain flew in.

A silver ray from far and close hit Brando's downward sword blade. When the sound cleared, the sword of the earth slanted to one side, and the magic stone that lay on Messica's chest slipped down.

“Ow!”

The demon king of hell screamed again. Today is about the worst day since its birth, when an underground king of the Hall of Fame is dying like a pig and dog and is trampled on arbitrarily.

But it's also bad luck that Brando, one of the demon kings of the lower world, who has been to the top seven hells of the human world, knows their real names. This knowledge is meaningless in the last world, because all seven of them have died under the knife of a twenty-five-legged man, and it is not yet known that they will be resurrected that month.

But here, this thing undoubtedly became its doomsday.

Brando's sword was blocked and he took a unconscious step back. Throw over a dagger that's now stuck in the grass beside it, and that thing is incredibly powerful, at least with the power of elemental chemistry - not to say that Messica is at such a level of decline, of course, but a level of truly full-blown elemental chemistry.

Is there a high-ranking demon?

He shook his wrist and raised his head, but saw an old acquaintance of his standing in the rain at night.

Eagle Swordsman Dejar.

“This guy...” This guy obviously didn't come looking for revenge, Brando immediately thought of the man behind him - Grand Duke Anrek. He almost forgot this guy, or should I say, he seemed to have lost track of him since he first left the Temple of Underflor.

But now the old fox is finally here.

After he showed his last cards.

……

In the middle of the battlefield, the demons' offense has weakened.

In fact, several waves of sharp arrows behind them have begun to turn in the direction of the portal, leaving only a handful of maniacal minded hell hounds and savages besieging the princess despite orders.

But they can no longer pose any threat. Reid and the Templar Knight of the Krutz are strong enough to stop this impotent attack and use their actions to teach these chaotic creatures how to be polite on the battlefield.

The killer's head was inserted into the spears - which themselves belonged to another group of little demons - and they should have been taken from the People's Harbor Guard at first, because the spears had Ambethel's crest and manufacturing number on them.

These spears formed a circle around the perimeter of the team.

“They are turning towards Brando," Her Royal Highness looked distantly worried: “We cannot let them leave! ”

“But what can we do, Your Highness, the Princess of Eruin? ”

Steven, Templar Knight of the Cruz, replied with a grin.

All are wounded, exhausted, the knights are dead and wounded, there are only two or three wounded signs left, and there are a few witches who have been supporting the battle behind, but there is no use in this scene.

The witch named Barbasa didn't know where she was going.

“Leave it to me!” A cloudy voice answered weakly as if scrolling from her throat. Speaking of which, Gallock, who was breathing heavily on the ground, was stabbed through his lungs by a spear in a previous battle and severely injured in the hand: “I may be able to barely perform a transfer spell, but I can find a way to get you in front of them. ”

“But are you all right with this, Master Gallock?” Her Royal Highness asked with some concern that anyone could see that the old wizard was in poor shape.

“Fortunately… cough, I regained some strength and could barely do it again.” Gallock replied, "Don't worry, Your Highness. ”

“Then leave it to you, Master Gallock.” Princess Griffin nodded.

Raeld suddenly walked over and patted the shoulders of an old wizard lying on the ground, and Gallock glanced at the old lion of the kingdom. He shook his head and climbed up to get his cane - the knight beside him hurriedly lifted him up.

But the curious Gallock gently waved away the others. He picked up his staff, glanced at everyone, and finally looked at the portal as if it were far from the sky.

Then began chanting the spell, initially with some effort, but gradually became smooth.

Space is shaking again.

The white halo, which seemed to have known each other, opened over the battlefield. But this time, no magician from the devil ever stopped the spell from forming, because they had long since turned into a corpse with a stench.

All of a sudden the halo unfolds in front of the devil's army, like a gate. The next moment, the figure of Princess Griffin and others appeared on the grass. They were left behind by these chaotic creatures a moment ago, but the next moment, they were stopped on the path of this army.

Everyone has a certain resistance to the spell of conveyance, this time only slightly dizzy and returning to God. They immediately saw the approaching army of demons and immediately turned around and waited.

But it was at this time that the princess suddenly discovered that Gallock and those two seriously injured Lantonilan knights were missing.

“Master Gallock, where are they?” Princess Griffin asked immediately.

“He stayed there, Your Highness. His power had long been insufficient to convey everyone, and the three of them had been left behind after consultation.” Raeld sighed and replied.

Her Royal Highness is slightly suffocated, so smart as how could she not understand the meaning of this.

“But why didn't you tell me? ”

“Everyone has the right to choose to be a hero, Your Highness. He waited for us in the other world, and we were just there afterwards —— after stopping these monsters. ”

The half elf girl bit her lip.

“I see.” She nodded.

The old white lion bowed slightly to her. That was the courtesy of Mai's son to the young princess, and then the old knight turned back with a long sword. At that moment, thunder and electric intercourse accompanied him, shining through the sky, penetrating the clouds.

The Devil's Army has found this‘ mantis' in front of them.

They did not intend to stop.

……

The advantage of the demons on the battlefield has been stripped off in layers, but the original absolute advantage has become entangled with each other at this moment. As if there were two dying opponents on the battlefield, waiting for someone to break their breath first.

Brando stood in the rain staring at the eagle Dejar in front of him, the swordsman of Anrek, who was not everywhere from the water, but nobody noticed that.

What does Alec want?

Already in Amber Sword, the players had this suspicion.

Because of the strange death of Her Royal Highness, all the spears point to the Grand Duchess - and to the Cruz. But the conspiracy behind it is clearly far more than that, and the players have discovered the whereabouts of the cults, although this series of investigations eventually disappeared with the demise of Erouin.

Brando preferred to believe that Grand Duke Anrek had suspicions, and now that Eagle Dejar has appeared, he has confirmed his speculation.

It's just not necessarily what he wants to see.

Eagle Swordsman Dejar has drawn a long sword in front of him. Let Brando go for a moment. Should he let go of the King of Chaos? The problem is that Charles is clearly not Dejar's opponent.

This guy didn't know what was going on. He broke his arm and recovered in a few days. He wanted to come to the devil's credit. At least when I was in the temple, Brando looked at this guy holding a sword in one hand, not like he was healing.

This thought flashed through his mind.

Dejar has fired an arrow at him. “Charles!” Brando shouted.

Charles immediately began to lay out the next protective spell, and he picked up the scepter, but no one thought that it was at this time that the oak scepter in his hand broke open like glass without a sign.

Broken pieces of wood, like being struck by something, flashed instantly and turned to ashes. The young wizard screamed and his hands on the staff had been burned off with a large piece of skin.

“What the hell is this?” He raised his head.

A visible ripple in the air is sweeping across the battlefield.

The arc swept across the grass in a crackling motion, and the meadow burned immediately as it passed. And the human hair was also erected like it had been electrostatically swept over, immediately giving off a burning smell.

“Lightning Ring!” Charles called out.

This is not a superior spell, nor does it occupy a high number of rings in the circular spell system. But no one has ever heard of a two-ring spell that could cover a battlefield as wide as a few kilometres.

Without Charles' spell cover, Dejar stabbed Brando like a lightning bolt. Brando had to give up the Messica in his hand and pull the sword of the earth out of the chest of the King of Chaos, while rolling back and away from the sword.

Messica on the ground made another painful howl. But it finally found a chance to get out, and it couldn't wait for the chest wound to recover and immediately climbed out of the ground.

“Charles, what's going on, your spell?” Brando was unfortunate and did not return immediately. He was in a hurry because he didn't know how long Antina would be able to support him, and if his soul was completely extinguished, I'm afraid even Martha wouldn't be able to save her.

The problem is, time is running out.

“I don't know!” Charles is looking in the direction of the Ring of Lightning.

He immediately made a scream that changed his voice.

Brando had never heard Charles make such a faint voice, and he heard his magician servant shouting his name, "Lord, look behind you! ”

There was a loud bang.

Brando turned around unconsciously, and then he stared in the direction of Ambethel, a huge black shadow breaking open the ground and slowly stood up from the ground.

At that moment, all he had left was a void in his head: "That's impossible! ”

How can there be a Titan statue here?

Has he reached the end of the Stone Wars?

… (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.)