The Amber Sword

White shaped like a comet crashed into a cocoon over the central altar of the hall, the book of Mavicart gleaming above his head, the angry bear burning in his eyes, and a black flame blooming in the golden flame. Brando was slightly surprised to learn that she had completely liberated the power of Vancouver, some heavily lifting her sword. White hands sometime more than a dark sickle, heavily collided with the sword of the earth, Mars splashed, a round of black ripples spread around the intersection of the two weapons, it passed like a storm, leaving crossed and staggered trenches on solid ground, Medfis' black dress was ripped and fragmented in the first place The butterfly dance revealed the black soft armor below, the lace skirt beneath Andrig's skirt was pulled apart 708 times, both faces were cut out with tiny bloody mouths, a long hair dancing like grass, Shipamira lifted the authority of the mountain river, the curved earth shield covered her and the whites, the shield under the black shock wave of every rule of The lines were glowing as if they were going to crumble at any moment, clicking, and a loop crack appeared on the walls surrounding the basement hall.

Brando crossed the sword four times in the white instant, each sword further crumbled the basement hall, passing the fourth sword, a loud and loud sound, the corner of the hall collapsed and countless sandstones fell. Shipamira's shield shined brightly and then burst into pieces, like countless scattered crystals, a fine black line spread from her left shoulder to her right waist, then revealed prominent blood flowers, the sacrificial lady screamed and flew backwards, falling heavily into her white arms.

“Hippamilla!” As the white face changed, a emerald emerald was thrown in the right hand, and the golden wire glistened in the gemstone, and the crystalline structure opened from it, forming a crystal shield. The ancient dragon magic is so powerful that it is simply impossible to record it on a general scroll. In addition to special paper, only a solid crystalline structure can bear the lines of the constrained law. Once excited, the spell is instantly molded. However, as the black line swept across, the crystal shield was cut into two pieces, the sleeves of Xuexi's right hand burst and a blood line appeared over her white arm. She bit her teeth and grunted, hurriedly pulling back her hand to protect the sacrificial lady in her arms, but it was already a bloodstream, and the warm, crystalline liquid flowed onto the face of Shipamira like a stream.

“Sister, take her back to the cellar! You all go!” Brando then gave the order that he had fought with Bai four times before, each sword completely sealed off the latter's attack and took the upper hand in swordsmanship, but the latter's power was terrible, and he had a hidden feeling that he could not hold the sword, and his right hand had begun to numb.

Knowing that this level of battle was not for her to participate in, Brando could only be left here to restrain herself, she nodded her head at Brando and resolutely lifted the unconscious Chipamila out of the lobby.

At this moment, the golden flame in the white eye has been completely replaced by the black fire, half her body has floated a layer of black pattern, a long hair without wind, as if the flame had risen, apparently completely eroded by the power of the Book of Mavicart. She was already a very powerful man, and her control of the power of the Book of Mavicart was far from being comparable to that of Amman. After completely embracing the power of all ancient evil things, her actual realm had hidden on the edge of the realm of sainthood.

But this power comes at a price, and Brando knows that White's body has long run out of oil, and at this moment she is burning her soul in exchange for the power of evil things. Once her soul burns, she will forever lose consciousness of herself and become a madman like Amman under the control of the Book of Mavicart.

Brando doesn't understand very much, what exactly does the blood of the dark god mean to this woman, that he can make such a calm person act like crazy?

Yet White didn't seem to say a word of crap, so he lifted the sickle and chopped it off. Brando was helpless and could only hold up his sword, while activating his fanatical talent. Although the power of evil appeared, if he did not do everything he could, he would not survive the burning of the white soul and be slaughtered on the spot. Though he had slaughtered the lying witch Merietra, who was also a polar polar one, it was merely a tricky means by which the witches of the Merietra family were able to create a dreadful real dream in which they were as godly and as spoken, but once the dream was broken, they were no different from mortals, even far less powerful than the usual elements. Merietra, while confident, did not know their weaknesses as their dead enemy, Coward had long recognized them, especially since this generation of witches was far less likely than their forefathers in the war of dusk, to be reckoned by Coward and died for no reason in Brando's hands.

White is different, if no matter the plot, she is also the real extremist, frontal fighter, she doesn't even need the book of Mavicart to steadily suppress Brando, and with all this ancient evil, her power now even surpasses that of Mayfister, Brando knows that if he doesn't do everything in the first place, there is no room for him to do it.

The sword crossed, the entire space made a sharp noise of teeth, as if the glass were broken, the flat space actually showed bright cracks, the cracks extended in all directions, the surrounding marble columns burst, there was a sculpture of the solar god Perkins on the north side of the hall, Perkins with a flaming sharp gun, riding the solar colt and the chariot, looked up in front, then the head of this statue suddenly rolled down from the body, and the raised arms broke, the body was torn apart, hectares collapsed into piles of crushed stone. After it collapsed, there was also a clear crack in the back of the hall, which was finally unbearable. The basement hall collapsed shaking. First, one crack emerged on the dome like a spider web, and a lot of gravel rolled down. Then a large chunk of rock fell, and finally the entire vault fell and the depression collapsed.

Such a collapse of the ground would be the ultimate disaster for ordinary people, but it would not stand in the way of the rest of the people in the lobby. Brando took several steps backwards in the white offense, and found with horror that the other party's power was still climbing, and he could not even bear the blow of his fanatical talent. Hiddenly he felt some chest smudge and was completely crushed in a frontal encounter, the first time he had turned on his fanatical talent, even in the face of Sebastian, Coward and Milos in the Great Glacier, he had never been so lustful.

Before Brando could get to his feet, he saw a slightly untraceable black line in front of him, rolling down the sandstone, coming to him from near and far, the blade of the white sickle. The dark, inky lines in space seem to attract all minds, and Brando sees the tough law that the silver wire begins to break under this blow, causing the distortion of order in this small area to form a black hole that devours everything.

This is an absolutely transcendental force and does not belong to any known law, which is the power of dusk.

There is no doubt that white burned her twin essential elements, and thus obtained this transcendental power from the Book of Mavicart, which no longer belongs to the law, because it itself encompasses the law, which is the reason of the universe and one of the forces of existence. It was just a flash of glory, but it was shining enough, and Brando felt as if all the questions of the previous generation and of this world had been answered at this moment, but the price of such an answer was death, which he had already avoided.

“My lord! ”

Medfis felt creepy at that moment, he thought and didn't want to just expand a pair of pitch-black membrane wings to shoot in the direction of white. The black sword in his hand burned the light of the bear, and the elements of the soul gathered around him with a certain substance. In an instant, he touched the power of element manifestation. But white only glanced coldly at the vampire pseudomaniac, a round of black light spreading from the book of Mavicart, Medfis had not yet reacted, this round of black light had swept across his lower body, the spiritual shield broke apart after a moment, the vampire pseudomaniac screamed, full of blood rolled down, and heavily fell on the ground.

A dark shadow fell beside him. It was the vampire princess, Andrig, with a long blood stain on her cheek. She looked up at the white with hatred, but did not open her mouth. A copy of the almost broken Medfis flashed and retreated, turning her eyes, disappeared at the entrance to the basement hall.

Just moments later, Andrig's former position was buried in a shattered lobby, which has since become history.

Brando threw away the sword of the earth.

The battle swordsmanship in this realm no longer makes sense. Although his swordsmanship is close to the way it is, it is still too far off. This is the dialogue between the most superior elements and the elements. Only the elements can confront the elements. The lines of countless laws appear beside him at the same time. They are in rows, columns, interwoven with each other. They weave the world's most basic and primitive languages. Time and space have lost their substantive meaning in this world. They are described as a formula. These formulas are ancient and timeless. Energy and matter appear on both ends of the scale. They alter and transform each other. All laws and causes thus appear. The past and the future seem to be folded and can reach each other.

These things, which are incomprehensible to ordinary people, are in harmony and in parallel in this world. They are unique and consistent, as if they understood one of them and knew the mysteries of the whole world.

Brando sees a diffuse energy, which in this world of sterling silver presents a pungent black, and as this energy progresses, the law changes, and its disorder seems to increase from time to time, to affect everything. But Brando then found two strings that belonged to time and space, two strings running through the world, forming a perfect ring, and when he touched those two lines, the energy he was in spread out, as if he were everywhere in the world, now and in the future, past and present, he could be at any point, or in all positions.

Brando did everything he could to avoid the glaring black, and the whole world seemed to resonate at that moment, but he immediately found what he did futile, because all the laws began to collapse, and the myriad possibilities he was in collapsed into one little bit, and he was right over that final position, with a wave of black.

Avoidable--

But all of a sudden, a shadow was in front of him, and Brando's eyes shrunk before he realized that it was the tall body of Rorison the Dead. It erected a giant sword of door panels, banging a loud bang, a tremendous force of impotence coming through the skeleton knight's body, and the two men flew backwards simultaneously, falling heavily into four collapsed walls, and then buried in mud sand, and the whole world fell into a pitch-black.

Brando coughed in boredom and had a brief pause in his mind, but then he came back to God and suddenly jumped, shooting like a shell from the thick mud and back to the ground. He shook the mud and sand on his body and found that the battlefield outside had completely changed, the familiar basement hall had been completely empty, leaving only one deep pit, the rays of the sun converging from all sides to make him familiar with the dark environment, he couldn't help but close his eyes, the Soul Knight Laurison stood at the corner with him, it was in no better condition than him to go there, its sword was broken half, the cape branch broke dust pomp, a deep wound in the chest, several broken snow white ribs, and the fire of his leaping soul was completely exposed.

Two people looked up at the sky at the same time, where white had been almost entirely mastered by the Book of Mavicart, and she was bathed in endless black flames, turning into a fireman, as if burning away at any moment. The only thing left were those incredibly firm eyes, as if infinite obsession was holding her back, causing her to fall into the abyss, but still retaining a glimmer of clarity, her eyes staring closely at that black cocoon in the middle of the sky.

She reached out her hand and the wrapped light band on the black cocoon flew towards her with a pounding force that even Brando felt palpitated, the power of the blood of the dark god, so thrilled when the power in the dark jewels was completely released.

But Brando and Rorison, despite their hearts and minds, found themselves unable to move at all. The book of Mavicart on white heads was releasing endless pressure far beyond her grasp. Her bear-burning soul was like a brilliant star on its way to the end of life, ending it all in a spectacular burst of energy. In contrast, Amman, who once manipulated the projection of this ancient monster, was like a toy-waving child.

This is the power of the saint--

Brando felt his heart beating powerfully, and not far away from him, the dead spirit of Rorison kept making angry growls, but to no avail, the blood of the Dark God was pouring into the white, obsessively completing this sacred ritual, whether she was about to perish or completely controlled by evil things, as if it had nothing to do with her, as if everything in front of her was the whole world.

As Brando tried to move his gaze, he finally noticed another unexpected thing - a tablet suspended in the middle of the sky, in that position alone, while completely ignoring all the forms of energy that were scattered around him.

“There's another chance!” Brando bites his teeth and thinks about it. He took a deep breath and shouted with all his strength: "Metisa! ”

Just for a moment, a light gate appeared on the battlefield.

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