The Amber Sword

Brando also saw the door and carefully leaned over with the blade of flame. He opened the door and at first glance found Mayadh in the 708 fallen office.

To be exact, the seventh of the twelve shepherds of this herder has been split into two pieces, lying in the middle of the room.

The wound stretched from his left shoulder close to the neck to the right interior of his waist, all the way down, cutting his ribs and lobes together, completely tearing his spine apart, spraying dark red blood and black pieces of gut, scattered all over the place, and some unknown insects crawled in and out of the body, as if empty chest cavities were a new nest.

Brando had seen a lot of bodies, but he still had a nauseating desire, and he stopped Metisa behind him with his hands, and some of the hard work said, "You better stay away. ”

Theoretically, Metissa's psychological endurance is much higher than that of him. On the battlefield a thousand years ago, both the scale of participation and the severity of the battlefield were far more than a hundred times higher than now. As a commander of an army, the elf princess has long been commonplace for all kinds of scenes that are not suitable for young children.

But in any case, Brando preferred to think of her as a 14-year-old girl in need of protection.

Metissa paused proactively and did not seem to mind Lord's brushing on her lips. “Mayadh is dead?” She asked softly.

Brando nodded, and like Metisa, he guessed more or less that, and the strange behavior patterns of the bug herd revealed such news, just too unbelievable.

Historically, Mayadh died before and after astrology, at the hands of players as the world's BOSS, and the battle was so fierce that many guilds became famous for it.

Instead, he died quietly in some corner of Tidulusta, almost unknown.

Neither of them spoke, and Chipamila seemed extremely uncomfortable with the circumstances at hand, nor did she speak, and silence haunted the three of them.

Brando frowned and the situation was getting weirder and more complicated. Andersha seemed to have finished the secondary contamination and suddenly appeared near the battlefield of Cold Lu Manor. The Silver Queen did not know what she was doing, but gave up control of Tidu in the eyes - “Is it really so important that she could ignore everything? ”

And Mayad's body is more like a silent warning, and the ancient motto is the harshest warning, as it is at this moment, as if it were engraved on the body and spreading along the carpet of blood water.

It forms text.

Warn him to stay away from this growing vortex as soon as possible.

Brando felt that something was breaking away from everyone - he and the Silver Queen, rushing in an unpredictable direction.

“Is there any sign of secondary contamination on Mayadh?” Metissa suddenly asked again.

Brando looked at the twisted body and immediately found the relevant trace, and he was about to nod his head and suddenly flashed an uncontrollable thought in his heart.

“When Mayad died here, was his flock wiped out? ”

When Metissa stood on the other side of the door and saw his face, she seemed to have guessed what was in his mind. Her face changed slightly and she answered with some haste: "The mist of plague has not dispersed, and the insect herd should still be there. ”

But where did they go?

“Where are the caterpillars?” Metisa suddenly asked: "Its body should not be too far from Mayad. ”

“No good." Brando's heart flashed and he retracted unconsciously, just leaving his original position, where the carpet on the ground cracked a mouth silently, and the walnut plank below broke, as if it had been severely chopped by an invisible blade.

A strangely shaped creature gently landed on the carpet.

It's like a mantis in the shape of a human being, about how tall one person is, standing on two feet, covered under a bright black crust, with a pair of eyelids, an eye-catching surface, an inverted triangle in the head, and a pair of long sickles with arms down.

Metissa stepped forward in front of Brando, and a silver shuttle-shaped gun appeared on her right hand, but she couldn't help but see the monster.

“What is this thing, it's not a plague? ”

But Brando recognized it.

He stared at the two dark red halo rings on the mantis's eye, and had recognized the origin of this thing by looking at the same color spot in the center.

“Don't move. ”

He pressed his voice to remind Metissa, but also to remind Hippamilla, who had not yet entered the door.

It's a nightmare.

He once received a set of Mage cards, Adverse Paradise, in the hands of two Brigadier Mage bio-members, Elaine the Deer Shemale and the Bell Pendulum Man, one of the cards' core creatures being the Nightingale Creature.

The original version of this constructed insect is actually the Dozera Nightmare, born of the twilight species of the Snake Abyss.

Odin has also mentioned this creature more than once. The Nightingales are one of the three great tribes at dusk. The main enemies of the Land Corps are the clusters, while the giants are mainly responsible for confronting the Son of Fenrir and the Neng within the boundaries of the elements. Only the Nightingales rarely appear in history. They were said to have been the main force of chaos in the Second Dusk War, known as the Nightingales of the Last Day, and thus the name of the Nightingales.

But after the first two twilight wars, this horrible creature disappeared, as if it had never appeared in the world. The Hazenians designed nightmare creatures for the Blue Book and fought for the civilized side in the Battle of Sky and Blue. Since then, the Nightingales have become legends, as if they were legends of the past under dust.

Today, however, they reappear before Brando.

If it weren't for the other side's distinctive rainbow rings and pupils, Brando wouldn't have dared to confirm that this thing was the nightmare of the legendary killer Hercules.

Nightingales are only the lowest end of the world, but in front of them is the defense of the elite, born with power almost beyond the realm of sainthood.

Brando's cold sweat came down on his forehead, and he guessed the origin of the nightmare. Mayadh must have regarded it as the mother of the plague herd. The nightmare was the king of the insects, and the commander's plague herd was an easy thing to do, but somehow it was reversed.

“Really immortal,” Brando couldn't help but defame himself and Metisa, “but where did Mayadh find this stuff?” He thought again.

Nightworms have a strong dynamic vision, but that doesn't mean that Brando and Metisa can't detect it. The mantis is slightly skewed in the head, weighing the two people standing at the door, and its mouths are constantly staggering, reflecting images of Brando and Metisa in their eyes, as if thinking about what they should do with the two intruders.

“Chipamila, back up, run out.” Brando's heart silently sends a message of heart to the cleric girl outside the door, but he knows it doesn't make much sense, and the most powerful thing about nightmares is their mental ability.

They are psychic beings.

Indeed, just the first time Chipamila moved her footsteps backwards, it was as if the agitated nightmare suddenly raised its head and an invisible ripple hit Brando and Metisa at the door.

With little time to react, Brando felt only a buzz in his head, even the scenery in front of him deviated, but he was quite relaxed and his incredibly high will attributes blocked most of the heart shock. Metisa was less fortunate beside him, and the little princess of the Silver Elf screamed and fainted.

Brando didn't even have time to hold on to Metisa and saw that the nightingale had poured over him, and it was incredibly fast, but Brando knew that in fact the other side should be faster than he ‘saw', a dusk species with a level of power in the Sage Realm. Without the power of the law, the foundational attributes alone would be enough to arrogance the males and see its course of action, purely because the laws of time were working.

He dared not trust his eyes too much, lifted the unconscious Metisa one step ahead and rolled back, saving his life without a doubt, as usual, with a white light flashing through the door, slamming the wall with the door in half.

Brando had no doubt that if he hadn't moved, or was a moment late, this would be the same moment as Mayadh.

He looked to Shipamira and the clergyman reacted very quickly and was about to run downstairs.

Now all he had to do was delay, but Brando was a little bitter in the mouth, which was not as simple as saying, the fog of the plague was a mile or two away, and it would not be easy to wait for Hipamila to escape.

Left or right?

He knew that the Nightmare attack would soon follow, that his equipment and abilities could not help him at the moment, and that he knew what he could rely on and that he had extensive combat experience in the past.

But Brando was wrong this time.

Nightmare didn't move.

Because it suddenly turned around and a black light broke through the windowsill of the Count of the Empire's office behind it, hitting it precisely before it - the monster with the equivalent of the power of the Sage Realm - reacted.

Brando heard the monster make a squeaky hiss, then was lifted by the black light and hit heavily on the ceiling before falling down.

But its first reaction to falling was not to immediately find the attacker outside the window, and it didn't even look at Brando on the ground, decisively smashing a hole through the wall of the other corridor and escaping from that direction without looking back.

“What's going on? ”

Brando stuck around for a while.

He looked subconsciously in the direction of the office and saw the windows in that direction burst into flames. The entire outer wall of the fortress collapsed under the influence of external forces. The wind poured in from the outside and the fog scattered through the room.

Then Brando sees people hanging out in the middle of the air.

All he felt at that time was frozen from head to toe blood, and for a moment he couldn't wait for that damn nightingale to come back, at least better than the guy in front of him.

Because he saw the dragon queen Gwendolyn.

The black dragon's pristine pupil is looking at him coldly as it stands.

……

Arka looked around in the crowd aimlessly and the young man was searching for the whereabouts of the girl he loved, but what disappointed him was that he had nothing to gain. The fanatical atmosphere in the square made him uncomfortable. Born in the countryside near Rusta, he followed a monk who had learned a lot, arguably a good education - at least as a farmer's son.

The inferior origins and incompatible knowledge contributed to his sensitive character, a man who was naturally incapable of believing in anyone, which was equally questionable in his eyes - be it the nobility of the empire or those clandestine followers.

But he was well aware of what these people were doing, and in his view the so-called summoning angel Eroma was nothing more than a front, and they were clearly instigating a riot, just as the pagans had repeatedly done over the past decades. Such a riot would undoubtedly fail, but the nobles would feel the same utter pain, and it would probably be the only chance for 'them' to retaliate against Her Majesty the arrogant Queen.

The ceremony in the square was reaching its climax, but he seemed out of touch with the devout citizens around him. He watched coldly, as if looking through a window at what was happening in front of him. The only thing in his heart was the whereabouts of Seti, who had previously seen a believer take her away and who had not yet returned.

He felt a little uneasy, and it was at this time that a low conversation or two suddenly came from behind.

Arca subconsciously turned around and saw two high-ranking people standing behind the crowd, who he knew, in the person of His Eminence the Bishop.

“Lord Andersha commanded us… why would His Holiness care so much about a little girl? ”

“That's what another adult means, be careful. ”

“But the Eruins...”

“The lady came here in herself arranged, shut up. ”

The four words of the Eruin were nailed into Arca's mind, and a series of images were shaped in his mind, as if he had seen the old Kent hotel under dusk, and the whole person was instantly alert.

He raised his ears and carefully focused his attention in that direction.

At this time, the gaze of high-ranking Christians was patrolling the crowd, and the young man carefully lowered his head and avoided their gaze. The latter patrolled for a moment before retreating his gaze and continued:

“We're not the only ones watching her, and Her Majesty, do you really think that crazy woman would be interested in a hillbilly nobleman? ”

“Silver queen? ”

“Of course, so adult things, you'd better keep your mouths shut. ”

“So His Holiness the Bishop is relieved to entrust such an important matter to a country girl? ”

“I don't know, but I'm sure the grown-ups have their own intentions. Besides, that stupid woman is vengeful...”

Hearing this, Arka only felt her heart beat halfbeat.

The last sentence seemed like a sharp blade to his heart, causing him to stand unconsciously out of the crowd on his knees, and he had not figured out what to do next, and the high-ranking followers who stood behind him discovered the anomaly on this side in the first place.

“Damn, what are you doing! ”

“Damn, he's bugging us! ”

The mystic screamed, and the young man instantly woke up in the scream of this thrill. He looked at the cult who had split the crowd and jumped at him. The first reaction of his subconscious mind was to turn around and run.

……