The Amber Sword

This is the place God promised you.

It brightens the sky like a stream of light.

Thy wisdom is like a flame,

Your crown is as noble as a star.

You are the king of the ancestors, the people of the Son of God.

Blessed are all mankind,

For the kingdom of God, the wisdom and the spirit have all come.

- El Norma Seven-Line Poetry, DR3079.1.7, Lacanto

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Constance's voice is low and long, passing through the courtyard of the Garden of Roses, through the forest, describing the past sixty years ago:

“Your grandfather, St. Darius the Sword, is stunning and a century-old figure. And his blood is equally noble, he is the Promiser born in Carrassou in the year of the flames, the pride of the Cadilloso family --"

“And you? ”

“You are fortunate to be born into the Cadilloso family and to have the pride and pride unimaginable to ordinary people. However, if you do not know how to move forward and retreat, the name of Earth Sword Sage will not always protect you from walking on, and the Cadilloso family is nothing in front of the Empire. ”

“I gave you a chance, but you didn't treasure--”

The Silver Queen lifted her right hand gently, reaching out her index finger, fingertips like a girl's, thin and long, a drop of gold blood flew out of her fingertips and gently blended into the void ahead.

After all, man could not understand the world, even if his gifts were extraordinary, but just as a more intelligent monkey could only reign as a king in a group of monkeys. Darus was once such a brilliant promiser, yet his descendants could not see such a drop of blood flowing from themselves. This is pure blood, the filthy blood flowing in the body of the Black Iron People. How can it be compared to the glorious times of the past?

This is the sorrow of the worlds.

“The woman's blood is also quite purified.” Brunhild, the head of the goddess of martial arts, suddenly opens his mouth and the voices of the low voices are haunted by whispers.

“Nor does it appear that Her Majesty's experiment has been unpredictable.” Charles replied.

Only Metissa didn't care. Constance's words made the little princess a little uncomfortable. She said: "Lord Lord didn't rely on anyone until he didn't even know he was born. He was only twenty years old. Such an experience, even among my people, is enough to write an epic poem. ”

“It is not unprecedented. ”

“Me?” Metissa shook her head and said softly: "I am no better than the lord, I am a princess no matter what, the people pour no less heart and soul on me than anyone else. ”

Charles smiled and patted the little princess on the shoulder, and he said:

“Man's life is like a star in the sky, and when we see stars adorning the night sky, we tend to ignore the brightest light of all, yet some people are born to brighten an era ——”

“Fools don't know that, so history and books are filled with myths and legends. ”

This is a heavy time.

Where people lose the love of the gods.

Hundreds of millions of lights were extinguished, people struggled in the darkness through reverence for their forebears, and they built kingdoms and cities on suffering and lit torches in the wilderness.

The glory of civilization, after all, continues.

But people still have this or that kind of admiration for the past, and some people sink into the past, but others are reluctant to drown in tranquil memories.

Some have taken steps, others have preceded others, and that is how the Minors will stand before the four empires rise above the earth.

The names of the pioneers were engraved on the tablets, but after all, the names on the tablets were obscured by the frost of the millennium.

In the temple after the wind, in the temple of Fanzan, the two calm eyes each revealed a sunken color, outside the White Harbor, the bells echoed reminding the sails in the harbor of their readiness to escape the storm.

William Pisto looks at the blizzard, and Evil Lotusia's enormous figure is fading away, her voice coming from the snowstorm:

“Goodbye to our elemental boundaries, Buga. ”

The time has come.

Thirteen of Warnde's eighty-seven promissors have been born in 370 years, and this number has risen to half in nearly a hundred years. Since the first century, the course of history has seemed to shine the name of genius, and every shining star has profoundly changed the trajectory of the world.

But Brando didn't tell the Silver Queen:

This is not a sign of the purification of mortal blood, the age of the gods is long gone, the dragon of darkness will not come again, the Minor people's country will eventually become a leftover word on the book, a new era is indeed coming, but it does not bring about a glorious past.

It's a bloody war.

This is the battle of the worlds.

Brando held up his sword, and there was a glimmer of golden red light between the debris and the debris void. He cherished not the opportunity for charity, but the real person around him.

Unfortunately, he won't say anything.

Because he understood that they meant nothing to some people.

This is a fact that only a few people understand, summarised by tens of thousands of bloodshed and death.

First came before him the great leader of the Knights of Flames, Richard the Gate of the Empire, who raised his sword, the blade of flame in his hand intersecting the sword of the Knights, then made a sharp noise, and Mars burst out of the blade of two swords, three swords in a row, each one taking a step back.

Wow, Prince Augustus pulled half his body out of the rubble, gray head lifted the slate and climbed out, his blood red eyes watched the scene, it was a polar war, but he didn't hear it.

He had never suffered so much in his life, and it was a disgrace.

In Varache, there was also a father on his head, but nobody could control him here. The reckless flaw in the character of His Highness was amplified without limits. His first thing was not to examine the wounds, but to find out about his sword.

“What an eyeless...”

“I really don't know how many generations of hybrid gods a district doesn't know, and dares speak wildly, she doesn't even know your lord...”

The girl suddenly stopped her mouth and just whispered: “Huh, I don't know what to do. ”

Sy couldn't understand, but now she was anxious to find herself still unable to help Brando, because of the blood of God, she had been wandering at the level of the Golden Peak, without even the elements of chemistry, barely able to sweep the opponents before the beginning of the side of truth with the help of the heavens, but still powerless against the Peak of the Law or even the extreme battle.

Ovina felt her master's mood and said, “Why don't you help them?" ”

“Me?” The Mountain Girl stunned slightly, her amber eyes shining bright: “Can I help the Lord? ”

“Well, you're a little too weak, but it's normal, and you don't have to be discouraged, you know, there are a couple of very powerful people in history who aren't really geniuses, but through the efforts of the day after tomorrow, they can also engrave their names in the long rivers of history. ”

“How can I help the Lord?” Sy asked only plainly.

Ovina's fiction floated around her, and she glanced at the battlefield: “It's very simple, they want to suppress your lord in blood. Why don't you give them what they want, open up all the channels of authority, and show them what your lord means ——”

“Open permissions channel? ”

“Authority is blood, silly girl. ”

“Raise your own blood?” Silly: “How can I do that? ”

“No," Ovina shook her head vigorously: "Your Lordship is right. You are such a stupid girl. Blood cannot be subjectively elevated by you. I mean, let you open all channels of authority...”

“Open all access channels?” Asked again in awhile.

“Simply, you are the knight of Tianqing, and your authority comes from the door of arbitration, which is originally the supervisor and administrator, which is your terms of reference. ”

“What should I... do? ”

“Password ——”

“Password? ”

The Imperial Gate Knight was fighting Brando hard and Willard joined the Regiment, but the scene was equally even-handed, as if in just a few hours the strength of the latter had improved again.

Willard, who joined the battle after, had to feel the cold. This young man was terrible. How old was he? He also heard rumors about Saint Darus the Sword 60 years ago, but is it true that the Cadilloso family are all such perverts?

He doesn't know that Brando finally had time to consolidate the new characteristics of his space and time elements after the Cold Lu Manor War, and that as an element of existential power, its potential could be imagined by ordinary people?

Behind the two, Bradley and Maxilli were stopped by Sidney and Veronica, while behind San Leo and Silver Gray Eyes Fane joined the fight, Brando suddenly stopped.

Then he had an extra shield in his hand.

On that shield, there was a bright flame, a glorious basilica, a supreme laurel and the kingdom of God, a holy sword, suspended above the sky, falling straight into the earth, as if to divide the whole world into two parts.

This shield is incredibly familiar to everyone living in the middle of this empire.

It is the Holy Shield of the Angels, the symbol of Rusta.

The shield of Aroma.

The moment Brando pulled out this shield, all the powerful people surrounding him changed their faces. This is the sacred relic of the King of Fire for the Cruz, can it reach an outsider's hand?

Richard was the first to react, his heart burned in anger, almost immediately erupting, but at the last moment a strange thought suddenly flashed into his mind.

Why would he take the shield?

This shield was placed by Gilt himself on the square of victory, and no one was able to get within three feet of it for the next millennium.

Even if the Great Saint Vala kisses, so be it.

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