The Amber Sword

Brando felt like he had been through a long dream, made up of countless finely fragmented image fragments, glittering images of old daylight, one passing through his eyes, as if silent river water, as time moved forward, trance experienced one world after another. In the first world, he half dreamed half awake feeling himself in a small room, standing in the room many tall and handsome humans, black hair, golden eyes, robes, red and black, dark gold collar at the neck, Ouroboros' tail snake wrapped around the robe, a total of eleven people, one of whom reached forward to dial his eyelids, index fingers on the ring snake's ring silver glitter.

What you see is pitch-black walls and the ground, filled with lattice networks to transmit magic, like the upper floors of a tall tower, twelve black stone columns outside the hall, golden clouds outside the columns floating and falling, a building shrugging into the clouds stands between the clouds, while the far reaches of Perkins Day are scattered with eternal remnants of the sky.

The beautiful humans talk to each other, but they don't make any noise, like a silent, silent movie, and they occasionally draw a bright symbol in the air, and then the others nod as if they agree, and Brando can easily tell a modern Cruz understandable word from their mouths:

The Truth Church--

The image quickly broke apart and faded away. In the second world, Brando felt he had become an exiled refugee, surrounded by beautiful buildings no longer existed, he was confused to follow a clan nameless, the giant beast pulled a wooden cart on the great plain, looked back, the sky was still golden Yunxia, hidden on the cloud about to see the shadow of a tall tower, and above the sky, countless meteorites were falling from the sky, dragging long tail flames, slanting into the ground, leaving a flash on the horizon.

But he was only impressed by one image.

A giant dragon covered half the sky, the open wings stretched from the south of the whole plain to the north, across the sky, bent neck as if it were a cloudy giant tower, a huge head staring at the ground, golden eyes sparkling, as if it were a giant shadow in the cloud, dominating the whole heavens and the earth. But a green, emerald glow is rising behind the clouds, like a star of enlightenment, gleaming over the sky, pointing directly at the heart of a dragon.

Then the second image disappeared like gravel in the wind. And then there was the third world, and the third world was made up of a series of broken images, and he sometimes felt himself being carried by a group of people in black robes between the mountains of the clouds, and sometimes with countless Christians, worshipping an altar shrugged in the golden sun, where a giant stood, surrounded by thunder, and then he saw a man in a red robe injecting a bead surrounded by fire into the body of a monster, and the monster's cry shook heaven and earth.

He saw countless such monsters being made, most of them immediately killed, but a small fraction of them fled into the forest to become monsters, fortunately surviving were some dark-haired blonde eyes, similar to human populations.

And then the image faded ——

At that moment Brando suddenly realized that this was the process by which the Minors were born —— some were trying to rebuild the Gods with the blood of God, and they were the derivatives of this experiment.

After understanding this, his mind fell into a sombre dormancy, this time as if it had taken a century. When Brando woke up again, he had not opened his eyes and had smelled the light floral scent in the wind, opened his eyes, already in a delicate courtyard, the courtyard as a dream of everlasting spring, the nightingale singing shallow, ivory white gallery columns hidden between the shades.

The elf guard with the silver glittering trident stood on his left and right, surrounded by people, a silver-haired elf girl came to him with a dress and bowed to him: "Good afternoon, Sister -”

Brando was slightly stunned and these images faded away like sand.

Then he heard an angry rush: "How dare you spy on my memory! ”

It's like tearing the whole dream apart, tearing the dream world apart and awakening Brando suddenly. He opened his eyes. The first thing that was reflected in the curtain was the green green as green, the golden light floating slightly in the green field, and when it was slightly clearer, Brando realized that it was a shade that wobbled slightly in the afternoon.

Then there was a short-haired woman with a cold face who was rubbing her hands against his forehead, slightly frowning, and a short white and gold hair gleaming in the sun. When Brando woke up, the woman's frowned brow spread out, and the tip of her eyebrow picked up a little bit, and this subtle move made Brando realize —— that she knew herself.

“You saved me... eh?” Brando groaned and just as he was ready to move, he felt the infinite pain coming from the limb wreckage. He remembered everything that had happened before. He remembered the devastating war with White. He remembered that he had been badly injured in an unyielding state and that the blood of the Dark God had further rammed his body causing destruction. In this case, he was not even dead. It was only a miracle, but there was no miracle in the world, so the only possibility was the woman in front of him.

He actually recognized each other after a brief confusion —— the statue of the Virgin of the Lion's Holy Palace, Sidney.

But why is she here?

Sidney silently pressed Brando with his hand and said, "You're hurt too badly, and holy water can barely pull you back from the reaper to fix your trauma. ”

Brando realized what he was doing. He lay silently for a moment, his head was chaotic, and it took a while to clear his mind, so he sat up from the ground and took the holy water suit out of the dimensional hole. Feeling that the wounds in his body were gradually recovering under sacred energy perfusion, Brando had time to weakly open his character properties panel, and then he was stunned by his current state:

Under the Person Status column, the line of absolute power clearly states the side of truth (peak), he immediately felt his power, the force of the elements hidden the surge waves under stability, but the line of the law of the constituent elements is more solid and unbreakable than before, the two laws related to time and space are clear at the appearance around his body, no longer as before there is also an obscure and obscure feeling, which is really an important feature of the stage of the side of truth. From the realm of elements to the side of truth, is the process of mastering power and understanding. The higher the realm on the side of truth, the deeper and clearer the knowledge of the elements that one possesses. When one reaches the peak realm on the side of truth, the elements that one possesses are no longer merely passive manifestations of the law.

By this stage, the elements no longer possess a few effects of active and passive skills, and players will be able to truly rely on their own will to manipulate and understand the elements, while the power of the elements, in addition to the limitations of their own nature, will depend only on the player's understanding and control of the elements.

In fact, this is already the threshold for entering the peak rule and the foundation of extreme power, and after going through this stage, the player can truly master the power of the element field.

Brando looks down and sees the space-time element column with an active descriptive effect in addition to the original active and passive skills: ‘The player will be free to manipulate the power of time and space. ’

Of course, this element power is shown in the same way as the element's active skills, in terms of the need to sustainably consume the power of order - that is, how much the player has control over the element - and this consumption is amazing, but amazing consumption has the same powerful effect. Like before, Brando was able to apply only a few of the main passive effects of space-time elements: transmission, limited manipulation of time flow, increased self-defense, and so on. So when he launched the attack for nothing, all he could do was rely on the transmission to escape, and he was easily suppressed by the other party.

But now it's different, and Brando can now easily immunize himself from all harm - just isolate space or one of time, and as long as the elements of the spirit or the power of dusk cannot veto that condition, then limited invincibility can be achieved. And that's exactly why, as a space-time element that resembles the power of being, Warnde is a world of elements, and it's not just an empty phrase to say how powerful the elements are that determine how high you can reach.

Of course, at Brando's current level of power, it is estimated that this will only last a thousandth of a second, after all, and theory and reality are not always the same.

Brando held his fist, as if he felt his power for a moment. He hid in his heart the reason why his power realm jumped from the side of truth to the top of the side of truth. In fact, after seeing White's stunning sickle, he hid the feeling that he had touched the threshold of something that he could not even understand in the past life, the deepest mystery in the world, and the breath of existential power contained in White's supreme blow completely solved the confusion in his heart.

There are few forces of existence in the world, but chaos is definitely one of them. Brando couldn't help but be thankful, because in Warnde, mastering the powerful element is not without cost, because the more powerful the element represents the truth and the secrets behind it, the harder it is for a human to master and understand, such as the element of the hierarchy of time and space, and the more overwhelming it is, the more a human being may never understand what it really means, let alone master it.

Ultimately, those who possess the most superior elements may not really be able to catalyze the elements, and those who are able to do so may not necessarily understand the true meaning of the elements as they enter the extreme plains, whereas those who possess the lower-order elements take advantage of this. For example, a stunning figure like St. Mayfist the Grey Sword opens the extreme plains and relies on coincidences of opportunity, and he masters only a district grey element, although illusory, but not high in rank itself.

It has to be said that Brando himself is extremely fortunate, and that both the elements of chemistry and the peak of stepping to the side of truth rely on a very coincidental situation. If he is a little sure about the elements of chemistry, but to enter the extreme plain with the elements of time and space, there is no bottom in his mind, after all, it is very likely that the forces of existence exist, but I did not expect that the Whitening showed him personally once before him - the forms of presence of the forces of existence in Warnde.

Of course, if he had died under that sickle at the time, the series of results behind him would naturally have ceased to exist, but he would have escaped a hijacking, and everything he saw at that time blossomed.

His eyes crossed the elements and Brando was not satisfied. He felt that his body had changed more than that. The first thing he had to find was the blood of the Dark God. That white woman was so obsessed with that thing, it showed that it was never that simple on the surface. Besides, while he understood the form of space-time elements, his absolute power build-up, like a step-by-step process, would never gain power by emptiness, and Brando doubted that part of the power of growth came from the blood of the Dark God.

He quickly gazed and discovered that he had found the cause of the problem ——

While he did not find traces of the blood of the Dark God in his own property panel, he did find another thing. He found that his elite template had been upgraded directly to the chief template, and was also the top world chief template, adding 150% of the attributes directly to him, by virtue of which he had steadily entered the peak of the truth side in absolute attributes alone.

Brando suddenly understood that the question of the extent of his absolute power, marked by the state of the person before coming, if it was only an increase in the understanding of the law of the element, would only increase the strength of his control over the element itself, and the increase of absolute power, obviously, depended on the increase of the attribute.

But the elite template will never upgrade for no reason whatsoever, and most likely now is the blood of the suspicious Dark God.

Somehow, when Brando thought about it, he suddenly came back to his mind with the images he saw in his dreams.

In the third world, the people he saw should be the first generation of tree herders, the Druid of the World.

They're making gods.

With the power of God's blood.

Brando couldn't help but subconsciously touch the wound on his chest, and although it had healed completely, leaving only a shallow scar, it seemed that he could still feel the power of the pulse in it.

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