The Amber Sword

The Black Knight was like a pitch-black storm in the woods, but was strangely silent. The horseshoes of the carcass horses fell on the meadows, as if they were floating in the air, leaving only a flame of blue souls floating fluctuating and falling on their bodies.

Brando stared closely at the blades in their hands.

“You can't escape -” Brando heard Viscount Cadell's ducky voice screaming hysterically: "You know what to do, you're a smart man, do you want to abandon everything in your reality? The one you love, and the one who loves you, just to stay in this illusory dream? ”

“I know you understand what's real. You're a strong man, not a weak one. You have to learn to make trade-offs. ”

“You're not a random boy anymore, you understand your responsibility...”

“You shut the fuck up, you losers don't deserve to blame--!” Brando was flashing, and the start of his assault skills made him face to face like a rhino against a black knight. The Black Knight did not react at all to the fact that these weak humans dared to aggressively attack, and the fire of their souls burned in flames in their eyes, but to no avail, Brando had pressed it against his steel mask with one hand and dragged it off the horse.

With a loud bang, the Black Knight was dragged off his horse's back and fell to the ground.

Brando a flash landed behind them. The Black Knights were shocked, and it was only once again that they turned the horse around and surrounded Brando. Brando raised his head to observe the situation around him. He saw with some regret that the black knight who fell on his horseback climbed up again. The power of Silver Peak was still too weak, but he couldn't help but beat the other party. If he still had the power of the element class, he should have just dropped the black knight into a thin piece of iron cake.

Brando immediately raised the sword of the earth and cried out to Haruze, not far away: "Haruze, take your sister, you know you should go that way--”

Haruze stayed there for a while, and he looked at Brando and shook his head desperately: "Teacher, what about you? ”

“I'll be right there.” Brando replied confidently.

“But…”

“Cut the crap. That's an order. Get the fuck out of here!” Brando roared.

The little prince shivered, but before he could speak, Her Royal Highness grabbed his hand. Princess Griffin looked in Brando's direction and ordered the knight around her: "Go help him and make sure he lives. ”

The two knights beside her nodded immediately, pulling out their swords and rushing this way.

But Brando looked at the two knights and shook his head, not counting on it. He raised his hand and compared himself to the black knights, shouting, “Idiot, let me see if your emperor's mercury wand is really that powerful. ”

High ranking dead spirits also possess wisdom and naturally cannot accept the insults of these humans against His Majesty the Supreme Emperor. Several black knights immediately killed Brando in the blind eye. Brando saw his seduction succeed and immediately turned around and ran. Just kidding, although he was sworn in, he challenged seven or eight black knights with the power of Silver Peak, and he hasn't gone that far.

He rushed towards the woods in the courtyard because he remembered there was a path to the main palace, where he might be able to get rid of these terrible creatures.

Assuming we can get into the woods...

……

Princess Griffin dragged her ‘sister’ all the way forward, Haruze carrying her dress with her hand, turning back from time to time to look worried about Brando's direction of departure. He remembered that it was a mystery. Since the teacher brought himself here, they should leave together. How could they leave him alone?

There was some panic in his mind.

It was at this point that Princess Griffin in front suddenly stopped, and the long princess frowned and looked at the kitchen that led to the side entrance to the castle not far away, but unlike I remember, the kitchen door was closed ——

She stunned, then pulled out the dagger from under her dress and cut it twice on the lock, but unfortunately the magic lock in the palace was by no means barbaric enough to open, in vain except for two shallow scratches.

“Sister, let me try!” Haruze noticed his sister's movements, and he glanced at the door, lifted his hands to the skirt, and then hit the wooden door.

But what the little prince never dreamed of was that just before he hit the door, the door actually creaked and opened itself, he hit an empty sky and the whole person almost flew straight into the house. Good thing he reached out behind the door and held him tight. He looked up and saw a familiar face.

“Ni... no, no... Ms. White, White?” Haruze thought of the name of the witch outside the Gate of the Palace of Kinteng for a while.

But ‘Baiyi' raised his finger to his lips and made a silent gesture against him, planking his face and saying: “You are hiding with Her Royal Highness here, waiting for me here. ”

Haruze stunned and looked at each other some incredibly: “No, you... are you Sister Nimmasis? ”

Nimmasis glanced at him, shook his head, then pulled out his sword and rushed out the door. Only Haruze stood so stubbornly by the door, watching the female knight's back disappear into the night.

Brando just made a victory run for it.

Unfortunately, the scene didn't last long. He managed to get rid of the black knights, but the script wasn't as good as he thought. He had just entered the hallway to the temple and hit a walking armor in front of him.

Exactly, it's a set of armor, dark, as if it were from the days of the Saints' War, but there's no wearer in the armor, but a flame of blue and blue.

The armor of the curse, in itself a ghost, is also a kind of ghost. This terrible ghost did not appear on the battlefield for the first time until the Second Black Rose War, and it naturally appeared in this dream. It is more powerful than the Black Knight and has no limits in narrow terrain.

In fact, it's more flexible than Brando thought, and I don't know if Viscount Cadell is sneaking around, and Brando sees that thing roaming around the ceiling almost as fast as he can.

And he looked up again, some desperate to discover that the door was a tightly sealed dead end.

“You know what?” As if to detect Brando's situation, Cadell's voice is a little dramatic, and he talks in the former's heart: "Sometimes hard work doesn't necessarily succeed, you reap it, but it's just endless frustration. ”

“How can you deny the efforts others have made with one simple choice when people like you are always willing to think that problems can be solved easily? ”

“I tried, too, but all I got was failure. ”

“And you, too...”

“Cadell," Brando replied, "the sound of the cursed armor running behind is getting closer and closer, and he can almost smell the unique rotten smell of the elements of the soul,“ which has nothing to do with success or failure —— ”

“What does that have to do with your power not changing anything? ”

“No, there's one thing I have, but you don't. ”

“What's that?” Viscount Cadell stunned slightly.

As if the whole world had stopped with his thoughts.

Brando raised his head, and he was not ten meters from the door.

“Courage. ”

Brando raised the sword of the earth and hit the wooden door, shouting loudly, and the wooden door broke apart. Brando rolled his head into the house behind it, and he didn't know how many wood pricks were stuck in his arm, and it hurt to bite his teeth off.

“And…”

Brando saw a hand appear in front of him, and he was slightly surprised, but somewhat surprised. He reached out and held that hand, and the power of the response in his hand was so familiar that hundreds of times he fought side by side, coming together into one word:

Companion.

Brando raised his head and saw the clear face gradually, smiling Qian. The young girl revealed her snowy white teeth, carrying a giant sword, and looked at him with a groan: “I'm late for a while, Sophie. ”

“Black tea. ”

“You came from the direction of the Palace of Kinteng, right? Why are you so late? ”

“There are too many dead spirits. ”

Brando almost spoke out, and this conversation was too familiar, almost exactly as he remembered it. He closed his eyes and almost felt like crying. Then he opened his eyes and saw the shadows behind the black tea, the wizards, the warriors, the nightingales, the faces of the players, each so familiar, they smiled at him, that was comfort among the comrades.

“I suppose so, everyone went to the Polaris to prepare for the last wave of defense against the Dead Spirit, and all the members of the Red Traveler, the Reds guy's brigade, all arrived. ”

“We are in charge here, Sophie, waiting for you in the palace. ”

Brando, listen to what I'm familiar with, as if everything was back in that war. He saw the shadows behind the black tea, the wizards, the warriors, the nightingales, the faces of the players, each so familiar, they smiled at him, that was comfort among the comrades.

“We'll take care of this...”

“Keep moving, Sophie. ”

Brando stopped, and he could feel Viscount Cadell's feelings in his heart. He knew what he was afraid of, and he went through black tea, through everyone else, and he walked forward, all of them making way for Brando.

“There will be no Eluin after this battle, but at least we will let its sword shine once more.” Someone shouted.

“For Eruin's sake -" the players raised their swords and responded with one voice.

Brando walked past each of them until a voice came:

“Sophie. ”

Brando looked back slightly, and everything behind him seemed to disappear, but only the scenes of the players fighting. Black tea looked at him, raised his sword and compared him: "Forget us, Sophie--”

“No,” she stopped suddenly, changing her voice: “Brando. ”

Brando was silent, and he knew it was a feeling in his heart: "Why? ”

“Because you have to go further, always look back, and it's going to slow down. ”

This time Brando did not answer, and he turned around and the corridor in front seemed to extend in an infinite direction. He didn't answer the black tea question because it was like he was asking himself a question, and he had an answer in his heart.

“Is that your answer?” Viscount Cadell's voice shouted in a desperate manner in Brando's heart: “You are stubborn, you know you have chosen the wrong path! You think you're defying destiny? You're just running away from reality--”

Brando walked forward and answered in his heart: "Viscount Cadell, anyone has experienced failure. But with courage and trust, you'll never understand. Because you gave them up from the start. ”

“No!”

Viscount Cadell screamed.

Its image was revealed in front of Brando, and the white ghost instantly became immense, with its lower half shattered, its upper half covered in slow shackles, mouthless, and only two sparkling eyes left.

“You can't save him! You can't save yourself! You can't save anybody!” Viscount Cadell's ghostly monster howled and clawed at Brando.

But Brando seemed to have expected it, backing away and letting that pointy, long five-dash claw swing from his chest.

He immediately felt the strength return to his body, giving him the strength of the elementary class. He looked up at the ghost of Viscount Cadell, the immense one in front of him, knowing that he had grasped the key to the whole mission.

At the moment, this terrible monster is the gathering of negative emotions in the heart of Viscount Cadell, which, strategically speaking, is the last BOSS in this dream.

And compared to this dream itself, this so-called monster is actually the best way to deal with it.

An elite presence at a golden peak in the district.

Brando could even look up at the deformed monster in his spare time, sneering: “Is this the anger and remorse that you've been trapped in? The long run away from yourself has created nothing but a weak monster. ”

“You can't stop me, because no one can stop the determination of the heart--”

The voice has just fallen and others have disappeared. What remains in Kader's twisted vision is a cold blade, so fast, even one step ahead of the lightning of the mind.

The monster could only get his head up high, and then the motion got stuck there, turning into a long-lasting cry.

Then, when a loud noise was heard, Viscount Cadell's twisted soul seemed to dissipate as if smoke had dissipated, and all the shackles on his body had fallen to the ground.

Brando put away his long sword, and he looked back and saw a silver object in the shackles gleam, which should be the fall of the task. Brando extended his hand in that direction and something immediately entered his dimensional hole.

He couldn't take a closer look, because the whole dream had been violently shaken with the death of Viscount Cadell. This dream world is about to collapse.

… (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.)