The Amber Sword

Brando was naturally overjoyed by the sudden appearance of Charles and Hippamilla, but not necessarily by Dark Coward. In fact, she's no longer optimistic about the scene, and apart from Brando, Mayfist and Veronica are very good at that kind of swordsmanship of widespread harm in their hands, even on the platform.

The pipeline below, with its magical protection, can only last a while longer, but it is still rapidly decreasing at visible speeds, but for a moment, it is less than a third.

Charles and Hippamilla, who slowly descend from the cliff at this moment, are even more of the righteous ones, and the ones who do it —— be they the element messengers, the law wizards, even the witches, the summoners -- are the masters of the range, even the priests, the clergy and the sacrifices.

At least much more than a soldier does.

After a series of battles, in particular sharing the vast experience of World War I between Mayne and Mel, Charles and Hippamilla had reached level 39, which could in fact be classified as the Golden Primary, and although they were far from reaching their peak level, cutting pipes was more than enough. Plus...

Leonarette, the real golden class plus half of the practitioner's poetry, even if they were just ranged assaults to help, Dark Coward's defenses quickly became precarious.

The situation was not optimistic, and she was anxious and shouted, "Sister, are you looking at me? ”

Everyone is Rin, especially a few poets, hurry back and look at Coward. But the latter frowned and shook his head, answering, "I'm not going to fight, that's not what I wanted. Sister, give up your unrealistic wishes. The gods don't belong in this world anymore. I know you want to take the opportunity.

Some let dusk descend, but dusk is dusk after all, and it represents the eternity of the sea of chaos, not caring earlier, not caring later, which is itself an ancient truth. ”

“Bring me back to life, it's not who's choice? ”

“Mortals always think they are, and I just inherit Milos' will and teach them a lesson.” The two voices answered, and the dark Coward himself grinned with his teeth: “Of course, I'm happy to see it, Milos, as he promised the crystal, the dragon of darkness —— when God is resurrected, let

The world repeats the classical order. And I, it's just a taste of destruction, and it's not contradictory that we each take what we need. ”

“But there are more people here who don't want to see the resurrection of the gods, and you can't let them choose just one.” Coward replied.

Dark Coward was stuck in silence, "Never mind, I didn't expect you to stand with me without arguing with you about meaningless things. Just watch and see what I can do with these bugs. ”

Brando landed steadily on one of the pipelines, and he knew that Coward must have a backhand, that a BOSS battle couldn't be that simple, and that it was still hiding BOSS - or, as the game put it, they haven't even gone through the ‘first phase' of BOSS yet. The sword of the earth stands at the tip of its head.

Between his feet, he pressed his hands down, firmly pressed the guardian's hand, and then raised his head to look at the newly born 'goddess’ in the center of the platform.

“Mr. Brando, watch your head! ”

Haruze's naive voice came from above, and Leonarette asked him to help monitor the movement around him. I didn't expect this moment to be useful, but he saw dozens of heavy constructions descending from the sky, not the knight of the black robe where everything would return. Lights over the platform are almost slightly dim, thirty.

A pair of wings made up of six light feathers are slowly lowered in a circular shape after wearing heavy armor, holding a double-headed sword, and armor.

Incendiary angel.

It's this kind of thing--

“Drive them away!” Dark Coward's voice echoes back in the lobby: "But don't kill them, I want them to see for themselves how the order of this era ends! ”

Thirty-two constructed body helmets flashed with red light, the wings behind them stretched sharply at the same time, their formation moved, the perfect arctone in the middle of the sky collapsed, all the incandescent gods scattered in four directions at the same time, drawing countless interwoven spirals in the middle of the sky, all from ancient times.

Divine weapons burst towards everyone in the lobby.

The first to strike was naturally Mayfist, in the upper realm of the hall, where seven blazing gods had targeted him, but the Grey Sword Saints, who had crossed the extreme realm, were not pleased with these artifacts, because even the Hazers, the adults of the demonic guiding process on the Vaughn continent, designed the most sophisticated statues.

And the extinguisher, at best, is just the level of element development.

The Hazers can defeat the Temple of Fire in numbers, but the seven elements of the open assembly, for the Grey Sword Saint of the season, simply wave the hand and the fly is extinguished by smoke.

He raised his head calmly, the seven blade gods were all in sight, and from this moment on, within the 360 degree angle from which he was centered, he was all under his attack —— raising his sword, his sword upright, between one blade and him, between one blade and the blade god, as if two generations had been divided.

Boundary - Quiet, Moving. The Grey Sword Holy One does not move, then gently splits the void against one of the blazing gods with a sword.

Wow, it's like the sound of metal breaking, and that blazing god disintegrates in the middle of the sky without any sign, in fact, without any sign, and it's not exactly right, because with a little eye, a fine grey line first appears on the armor of this assembly, and then along that thin

The line, which is first divided into two pieces, is then broken again, then divided into four pieces, then divided into eight pieces, until it is broken into a pile of grey soot and dissipated in the middle of the sky.

Even Brando can't help but admire the scene, with some of the most famous fantasy swordsmanship of the Amber Sword, each with an intoxicating aesthetic.

It's just unfortunate that this sword requires a gray base that he can't learn even if he wants to.

And this time, Mayfist slashed the void into the second blazing god, but this time, he lost count. The assembly of a giant sword with two hands suddenly hits a half-hour, then rolls horizontally, a grey ripple cuts straight past its left arm, shoulder armor, starting at the shoulder blade area, this blazing

Wing God singled his entire left half into dust, and even his double-headed sword was unstable, falling into the abyss.

Mayfister was also slightly surprised.

But this is the divine biological trait, where the same kind of creatures share memories and experiences that can often grow rapidly on the battlefield and sometimes even become skilled fighters more terrible than the players. Brando didn't intend to remind Mayfister, after all, that was his teacher, not to mention the Seven Flaming Gods.

There should be no problem for Mayfist to deal with, and the point is that he has seen seven other Incandescent Gods flying towards Veronica at the same time in the corner of his eyes, while on the other hand, a dozen Incandescent Gods have flown towards him.

Dark Coward's hatred for him is evident.

Brando can only shake his head and smile.

“Teacher, be careful!” Above his head, the little prince couldn't help but cry out to remind him that he had seen the incandescent god surrounding Brando from all sides, so many twelve of them that he could barely breathe. His hands clasped the sheath of the lion's teeth and his little face became white.

Leonarette also looked in that direction, thinking a little bit about the long white bow in his hand - a bow called The Far Peace, a famous fantasy weapon from the Crown Collection. The Crown Prince opened his bow, and there were no arrows on the string, but the airflow gathered automatically to form a bunch of arrows in his hand.

Looks like the arrow, he's aiming in Brando's direction, ready to draw one or two assemblies against it.

But Coward seemed to be able to see through the hearts and minds of the people in the place, that he had not yet loosened the strings, that the hole was slightly dark, and that a blazing god had appeared before him.

The thing made a slight beeping sound and stabbed them directly with a giant sword with both hands.

The poet was scared to hold his head with both hands, and Leonard didn't want to, squeezing his eyes straight away and releasing the bow string, an arrow penetrated the blazing god's darkened face door under his helmet--

And on the battlefield around the platform, three blazing gods found Charles, two blocked the way to Shipamira, and a mixed battle was slowly starting. Brando looked at the twelve blazing gods diving in all directions, and he was nervous, and he didn't even know how long he'd been with these things.

Excessive, but the blazing gods of this era, they can't compare to that era, and he has some excitement in his heart - the blood of a warrior seems to burn in his bones.

Come on, Brando has white teeth, like a beast choosing people to eat.

The first incandescent god made a blink of an eye, and it flattened out a sword blade of a double-headed sword and decided to sweep past Brando at a diving speed, but his goal suddenly disappeared in its spherical field of view. The reaction of the Incendiary God is not unpleasant, although it continues to move forward under the inertia

, but had turned in the middle of the air, and the double-headed sword in his hand had been slashed backwards, unfortunately only into the air.

The red light flashed beneath his helmet, raising his head with great surprise, in a spherical field of view, as a blade of darkness approached him.

A loud sound is like the sound of cutting glass. The blade of the sword of the earth cuts in along the helmet of the incandescent god, destroying it and pulling it down in decay, splitting the head in half, exploding a bright, magically divergent glow, and then continues down, cutting into the body, centering on the spine, dividing it in two. All others

The incendiary gods saw this scene, and at the moment when Brando fell from the sky to their kind, the eleven incendiary gods turned around with buzzing sounds, while suddenly a bloody ray of red flashing under their helmets went straight to Brando.

Three of the rays were deflected, and the remaining eight rays were penetrated from Brando's head, chest, thighs, but unfortunately these attacks were meaningless - Brando's sword had not been drawn from the body of the first Incandescent God, but at the same time his figure appeared in the second, third,

The fourth incandescent god rears it.

The second incandescent god broke his heart without a single sword, fell into the abyss, and the third incandescent god just had time to turn around. He was stretched out by Brando's left hand and pressed against his helmet. A flame exploded from the blessings of Bahamas, almost shaking the other side, Brando boarded the plane.

The sword plunged into its throat, pushing the handle of the sword and clicking around its neck for half a turn, this unfortunate incandescent god suddenly separated his head, and Brando threw his head out with his hand and onto another incandescent god not far away, hitting him as if it were a crisp sound.

The incendiary god immediately attracted him. He lifted his giant sword in the air for a full circle. One sword struck Brando, and the blade was cut off from Brando's shoulder. The next moment his figure twisted and the smoke dissipated.

Brando had already made contact with the fourth Blazing God at this time, but this time the other side avoided the first blow of his sneak attack and cut him to pieces. Brando was kind of excited to watch each other's evasive moves, and these magical creatures were starting to get stronger, and there were 20 left on the field.

Three incendiary gods, Brando and Mayfist, killed three of them each, Veronica had two wings and Charles had one, but the remaining incendiary gods, Brando, understood that each of them was more powerful than the previous incendiary gods.

It's just that it's hard not to pour Brando.

At this time, the Incendiary God made it seem that if he had the ability to think, he would have found out that Brando knew exactly what to do with them. The fourth incendiary god turned around and fought back, but it flashed red, and Brando seemed to have expected it to do so, easily dodging on one side —— the god of ridicule.

Imprinted in its field of view, a metal glove-wrapped palm emerged along the offensive route - clicking and grabbing its wrist.

The Incendiary God made it feel empty before he could react, and then hit something hard.

Brando fell directly over his shoulder, knocking the two blazing gods together, then backhanded and reimbursed them all together.

It was then that Mayfist killed another blazing angel, which meant that Brando was killing everyone in the room at the moment.

Leonarette finally solved their only opponent with the help of poetry spells, with the eldest son strapped to his face and his chest fluctuating sharply. The poet looked at the strange machine that had fallen and crashed through the hole, gasping heavily, and there was a deep cut on the notebook she was holding, if not this thick one.

Thick notes, I'm afraid she's already lying in the blood at this moment, but in contrast, the scholar lady is more willing to lie in the blood, she looks at the notes she has so easily accumulated, tears are falling.

But Haruze was more nervous than both of them, and he was covered in ice scum, and he hurried up and ran to the hole, as if he were afraid his teacher would be killed by those monsters —— how powerful those monsters were, as he had seen before, and Prince Leonarette, with his poetry and him, could easily have killed one of them.

Yet he looked down at the platform and was surprised to find that the battle below was quite different from what he had imagined.

Brando was also injured.

But this wound was exchanged with three Incendiary Gods —— his right hand bleeding, blood even flowing through the handle of the sword, bypassing the guard, dripping down the blade of the earth's sword, and the original twelve Incendiary Gods had long fallen by his side, leaving five swinging and floating in the middle of the air.

Attacks are launched from time to time from all sides.

But at this time, Brando was fully embedded in the battle memories of the past, and the player's instincts seemed to return to him - he was no longer a brigade magician, but a true warrior master. His attacks are not limited to swordsmanship; the player's attacks consistently pursue results rather than focus

In the process, Haruze stared and opened his mouth. He saw his teacher give up his defense altogether. He rushed towards one of the blazing gods like a meteor. The blazing god immediately stabbed his teacher with a double-headed sword, both so fast that even the little prince almost thought his teacher was going to get hurt, but

Brando seemed to have anticipated a slight leap aside, leaving the other party's attack completely empty, while his sword penetrated the other party's chest unhindered, squeaking like a broken gear.

At this time, the remaining incandescent god actually surrounded him, but Haruze saw that his teacher didn't even return his head and punched him directly in the back. This punch was unexpected by virtually everyone, directly smashing the incandescent god's helmet on one side, the cheek position, and the power almost smashed his entire head into a recess. The weird machine starts with the head in the little prince's astonished gaze, then the body, and the whole child flies out. The punch must have hurt, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes because he saw that weird machine's head twisted too much, as if it had even brought out the gears inside.

Haruze himself knew swordsmanship, and he estimated the strange mechanical reaction, thinking that perhaps the other party was not unprotected, but it was Brando's sword that prevented him from dreaming that he would be filled with old fists.

“Teacher... really..."

Haruze swallowed a sigh of spit, and Brando taught him swordsmanship, but he never saw his teacher go mad. He heard rumors from his sister that the Count seemed to be a brilliant summoner at the same time, but he didn't think - this is how his swordsmanship turned out.

The king of Eruin lay in the hole, feeling a little unacceptable at a time, but feeling a little bloody: that was the battle in his mind.

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