The Amber Sword

“Ladies and gentlemen, the clergyman you speak of, is this the lady? ”

The young man looked serious, stretched out his palm flat, palm down, people saw a dust gathering between his palm and the ground, bright crystalline debris spinning to form a picture, just like Hipamilla.

“Ah, Sister Cleric.” The little boy sounded surprised.

The young man raised his head and looked at the crowd: "My name is Brando, and I'm a friend of Hippamilla's. Please tell me where she is. ”

“Are you her lord? ”

Young man - Brando nodded.

“You're gonna save her, aren't you?” The rough-eyed girl asked cautiously.

In front of her eyes, this young man, although badly worn and worn, had an unspeakable temperament, as if the knights of the court outside the Saffath Gate were calm and talkative. Moreover, his skin was white and delicate, and at first glance he did not look like a civilian.

“What's wrong with her? ”

“Ms. Chipamila was stopped by monsters to protect us.” The big man looked at Brando with some vigilance and answered in a loud voice.

“What kind of monster?” And Brando asks, “Where is it? ”

“First, sir," a voice came from behind the crowd, and everyone looked back in surprise, and found it was the young man in the black robe who opened the door. The latter was covered in sweat, as if it had come out of the water, and he raised his hand and said to Brando, "I'll take you there. ”

Brando looked at each other, and his eyes swept away from the imprint and style of the black robe, "The Black Fireman?” He thought. But he knew that the Blackfires had a lot of people at the bottom, mostly blind people who were bewitched, so he didn't think of it. He just said, "No, tell me what kind of monster it is. ”

Everyone's heart sinks, and they wonder when this is, and this young man is still in the mood to ask this question here?

The young girl with the thick eyebrows was furthermore frowned upon, and her eyes revealed an irrepressibly despicable look, about seeing Brando as the common aristocratic young man - seemingly charming, actually greedy for life and death, and if he told him how horrible the monster was, he would certainly have to find an excuse to get rid of it.

If the old grandmother didn't hold her hand gently beside her, the teenage girl would have to talk straight and sarcastically.

Brando didn't think much of it. As a qualified warrior, he first understood that the enemy was a basic feat, otherwise it was not saving people, but putting himself in it.

He knew that there were not many monsters in the city that could pose a threat to Hippamilla, whether it be Nightmares, Evil God Friedrich or anything else, and he must be cautious.

Brando could not help but shake his head, but did not explain it, because it was not necessary to explain it.

He awaits answers.

“We didn't see the monster, but we saw a lot of things like octopus tentacles rising from the ground.” The young believer replied that he was the only one in the audience who did not think that Brando was frightened, that he even had some fear, and that not long ago this face was the biggest nightmare in his heart.

“Tentacles, how about tentacles? ”

“Each house is taller than two floors tall, one hug thicker, with many faces on it.” The young man thought about it before answering.

“That's the evil god Fredrich.” Brando's heart is clear.

“What did he say, Demon Fredrich?” As part of a few whispers from the crowd, the legend of Angel Eroma is widely spread in the Banker region, where the evil god Fredrich is clearly also the best means used by mothers to scare the children of bears.

Or to put it another way, almost everyone in this area grew up in the shadow of the Great Demon King, and Mr. Friedrich would come in the dark, abduct the unobedient children, or steal their candy, new clothes, pillows and other trivial objects. To the extent of his labor, this evil lord might mean that he should not exceed the throne of His Holiness, Lord Ronden, the first busiest man on the throne.

And its fame is naturally deeply ingrained in people's minds.

“They summoned evil gods...” The young believer looked white and almost sat on the floor with his ass. He could see that there was already suspicion in his heart, but he just didn't dare to confirm it.

“Is he telling the truth?” Someone grabbed his collar and asked harshly.

But the young girl with the big eyebrows didn't look at this side, and she thought to herself, “Fredrich the Evil God, that's a good excuse, he's definitely going to find a way to get rid of it. The Lord Cleric has such a worthless lord.” As she looked despicably at Brando, she saw the latter as the most useless of the second ancestors.

Brando looked at the crowd and pushed it, and he was about to use force against the young man, and he hurriedly interrupted them and said, “Where is the monster? I mean, where were you separated from Hippamilla? ”

His problem made the girl with the big eyebrows slightly blush. She thought the former was leaving soon, but the predominant aversion immediately made her explain to herself: “See how long you can pretend...”

The disfigured young man hurried to ask his crowd to come to Brando and answered with impatience: "Sir, I know, just south of here, less than three blocks away. ”

Brando looked over there, and before that, he had studied the terrain of Rusta, and immediately asked, "That's east of December Square, where a dwarf runs a weapons workshop, right? ”

The crowd couldn't help but look at Brando in amazement. It was about unexpected that a foreigner knew Rusta so much. If it wasn't for the big guy, many of them wouldn't know there was a weapons store there, and even the big guy himself didn't know much about the owner of the weapons workshop.

“Yes, yes,” the young believer replied hastily, "My lord, do you need me to lead the way? I am not afraid of danger. ”

Brando looked at him and shook his head, thinking you weren't afraid of danger, but I had to warn you that you were a black fireman, and he didn't need it.

He slightly indulged for a moment. In the eyes of the crowd, it seemed to be hesitation. The despicable colour in the eyes of the coarse eyebrow girl became more obvious. Even the young Christians beside him sank their hearts. Do you really think the lord is going to escape?

But the latter also has a slight agreement, after all, with the evil god Fredrich, who is a real god —— like them, what could he have done as a human being in the past?

Brando had no idea what those people were thinking, he closed his eyes, and his perception of space had spread like water, instantly spreading across the area of several thousand meters. This is precisely his element's new ability, space-time control and space-time perception, after the peak of the promotion rule.

If there were a strong golden or elementary class in several streets around here at this moment, they would see a magical scene where a line of laws, as if it were life, was coming to life through the alleys, and going back to their origins, would find that dense silver lines had converged into a huge cocoon, flashing information streams that came together from all sides and into Brando's mind.

Unfortunately, all present at this moment are ordinary people, unable to see the spectacular silver rule line surrounding Brando at this moment, only the big knight hid some sense, he still looked around, suspected to have delusions.

He had learned some knowledge of the elements from his father, but those things were too expensive to build, and it was said that his grandfather's father's generation had barely touched the realm of element evolution. He had no idea about it and had no idea that the young man before him would be a master of factor realm.

Obviously, how is this possible?

The crowd spent long seconds in suspicion, during which the rough-eyed girl tried to speak several times, but was stopped by her grandmother.

“Grandma Auggis, this person...” She couldn't help but get a little angry.

The old man only shook his head at the young girl. How much trouble would the guilty aristocrats cause the family? She lived to this age and saw more. She can't still be fooled by this little girl, which is unnecessary, even though it's a pity in her heart for that approachable cleric lady.

The young girl with the big eyebrows seemed to have a lot of respect for the old grandmother and had to shut her mouth and get bored.

A few seconds later, Brando finally opened his eyes again, and when people thought the nobleman had thought about speaking a decent scene and retreating, he simply raised his head and said to the sky:

“Around 2,700 meters, you see. ”

Everyone raised their heads and a pitch-black night sky above their heads, yet was bright red by the fire in the city, but nothing existed except rolling smoke and flying Mars.

There was no response in the void either.

Only Brando's bland voice echoes in empty streets, as if it were natural.

Everyone had to look at him strangely, wondering if the nobleman's face was too thin to find an excuse to burn his brain?

“Fine, now that you've seen it,” Brando said again for a moment: "From here, three blocks south, aim at the old Sardine's weapons shop and blow me up first! ”

The people didn't have time to ask what the bombardment was, and suddenly a fine gold thread was reflected in their eyes.

Everybody's stuck...

Even the rough-eyed girl who was about to ask questions couldn't help but unconsciously stop talking.

That gold line descended from above the cloud, running through the night sky, and the cloud slowly rotated at its starting point, forming a vortex, and the gold line fell perpendicular to a position in Rusta City.

If they're right, that's exactly three blocks south, where they come from.

Friedrich, who was laughing coldly, suddenly stalled.

Andersha in the distance also looked up at the golden thread draped from above the sky, and she did not know the angel Eroma, but knew such a means.

Above this gold line are the constellations of the Dragon of War, Tiamat, and the Platinum Dragon God, Bahamet, whose power is being mobilized directly.

This is by no means an extraordinary power.

Only the highest authority can mobilize such a blow unless it is the dragon of both worlds, is it Martha? Or the Holy Gun Dome?

But it's not...

Anderson's eyes reflected the crest of a golden sword that sparkled and hung above the mountain peaks.

One of the twelve shepherds of the shepherd retreated consciously.

A very disturbing feeling overshadowed Friedrich, too familiar to know how long it was before the equally horrible smell almost wiped him out.

“Eroma...! ”

It screamed a terrible scream, and its huge body instantly shrunk down, as if it were going to drill back under the ground immediately.

But it's still a step too late.

Just in front of Chipamila, the girl's eyes reflected a glimmer of gold falling along the gold line. In her smiling eyes, the gold light poured directly into the ground, a loud bang, and a continuous flash spread out along the whole street.

Countless dirt and slabs were lifted from the ground, and Friedrich's tentacles beneath the ground were retreating at visible speeds, but were still caught by the flash of the explosion. The tentacles swelled up, then the whole child blew up, and suddenly flesh fleshed, and then more and more tentacles were blown up into the sky, while the flash continued to move forward, like a sharp knife that cut through the ground, and soon Fredrich's body was exposed to the open air.

It's an extremely ugly, distorted group of flesh, like countless human bodies intertwined and intertwined. Fortunately, this disgusting scene had just appeared and had been hit in the face by a golden ray. In a shocking scream, the flesh had completely exploded, turning into heavenly blood and crushed flesh, and then it had fallen.

It was like a bloody rain.

“You attacked me, Eloma!” Friedrich's voice is weak, and he shouts with hatred: "You follow me, I will soon be avenged! ”

Then the humming sound disappeared completely.

The people who witnessed the scene thousands of meters away were completely stunned. They turned their heads somewhat rigidly and looked at the young man. If they had previously thought that he was just a powerless second ancestor, they could not help but begin to guess who the former was.

And what was that horrible 'spell’ just now?

But Brando didn't care about them at all, pulling out his sword and saying to the void: "Your old opponent doesn't look dead. You go after him, I'll take care of Andersha. ”

“Fridge is a monster born of Gaia's mother's blood, and it is difficult to deal with it, as long as contact with dirt rocks is almost immortal, it is not so easy to die as is normal. But the way these people summon it isn't right, it's weak now, much less my current opponent. ”

A slightly indifferent neutral voice in the void replied.

……