The Amber Sword

When the dream of the trial became fragmented, the ritual of the dragon queen finally reached its final completion.

When Brando's figure flashed back into the elemental position, he found that the Mountain of the Storm had long gone, as had White Mist and Fierce, and that they had disappeared. He tried to contact her and Malocha, but he had nothing to gain.

Even he felt completely disconnected from Warnde.

Ruth made a gentle breath next to him.

He looked up and for the first time looked closely at the world he was in.

To be precise, he wondered whether the place should be called the world, because of the countless broken mountain streams, the overhanging rivers and seas, the roaring winds and the scattered flames that floated in the world, a sight that was worse than the end.

Rather than being called a ‘world’, it is a fragmented rubble. When Brando first saw it, he knew that the element barrier was completely over.

What worried him most at the moment was Miss Tata and the fleet of the Tyrmouths, but rather Ms. White Mist, who believed that the spirit of the ancient witch should be enough to defend himself. As for Fias and Malocha, who were carded creatures, even if something went wrong, it was just a return to the cemetery.

But worrying doesn't help.

Brando holds the sword of the reborn earth, Harangua - or Saint Osor, which has actually merged with the blade of flame - and although it is divided into two pairs on his left and right hand, he sees the same piece of equipment through the equipment interface.

It's two swords, the holy sword —— amber.

It has properties that are both stronger and more inclusive of the original sword of the earth, and he can even arbitrarily convert any one of them or freely swap the two swords for their spatial location.

Just as if they were a sword.

Brando rarely understood the way Amber's sword works, and it has to be said that it is the supreme sword in this game in the name of this sword, and owning it is tantamount to owning seven holy swords with completely different attributes.

And it's much more than that, because there's still a fit between the attributes of the elements, just the elements of the fireworks can form a certain complementarity, and he believes that just waiting for the seven elements to complement, the elements can live together, and even form a whole world.

In fact, they themselves are the cornerstones of Vaughn.

Brando held the sword, hiding a feeling that the whole world was grasping, and he didn't realize until this moment why the Tianqing knight could hold the dome against dusk.

Because he's mobilizing the whole Tiamat rule.

And so is he at this moment.

These two swords will be the most powerful weapon of Frost Earth Defense, and he will soon let all enemies who question this understand the truth. In Amber Sword, one asked how powerful Frost Earth Defense is, and there is only one answer:

That depends on his two swords.

That's why Brando chose this profession.

He raised his head and felt a hidden sense in his heart of this fragmented world. Although the barrier of elements was broken, the broken law still permeated the space, and the sword in his hand naturally guided him in the direction of the world.

He soon saw the dragon queen...

The dragon queen naturally noticed the intruders in this fragmented world at the first moment.

But she doesn't care that she holds the scepter of nature in her hand and uses the power of green to dominate the world - the authority left by the four Elves to appear in this gray shattered space, the atmospheric blue, the light gray of the rocks, the deep blue of the ocean and the red of the flames each form a huge rule, wrapping 'Roman’ around the center.

Whoever it is.

It's too late to stop her.

When she lifted the sceptre in her hand to a certain position, a sudden vibration in the space opened a portal from which the wounded demon Fredrich fell screaming, its tentacles dancing up and down in the grey space, expressing the will of his inner anger.

It has been asleep for thousands of years, awakened only to avenge revenge, but before it could recover to its strongest period, it met the dead-end Eroma.

And what it never dreamed of was that Aroma, who had slept with it for thousands of years, had not only flourished before it, but was even stronger than before.

So the tragic aftermath would have been met, and if the goddamn archangel hadn't suddenly vanished half of himself, I'm afraid it would be difficult to even come to this place alive right now.

And Gwendolyn couldn't help but be slightly surprised to see Friedrich like this. She didn't expect anyone else in the outside world to hurt him like this for a short time. Fortunately, she didn't waste much time summoning him in, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

At this moment, for the first time, she felt that the pastoralist's plan did not seem as perfect as she had imagined, and even though every detail had been dispensed with by countless people, there would be unplanned circumstances at hand.

Just by this moment, it's not up to her to change anything.

Arrows on strings, had to be fired.

“This looks like the last killer you're ready for," Roman looked at Friedrich with interest, "Gaia's blood, so that's what you think. ”

Her voice echoed hollow in this fragmented world.

Gwendolyn didn't intend to give the dusk too much time, and she said with no expression, “Just so you know, didn't you want to grab the secrets of the gods, Dusk Dragon, we'll give you this gift until you absorb the purified blood - to take away the body that truly belongs to a god? ”

“But perhaps you will become a god," she looked down at ‘Roman’, full of irony: "A god of order. ”

She raised her scepter.

Two silver wires, two gold wires, one left and one right, hit Friedrich under Gwendolyn's guidance. The evil god probably never dreamed he would be attacked by an old ‘ally', or a humble ‘servant', who stared black like an octopus in the eye and shouted an angry howl in the middle of the air.

Though it is only a wicked god, its power is not inferior to the diminutive demigods of those times, because it is inherently one of the highest masterpieces of the Truth Parliament.

In those chaotic and distorted times, survivors of Fort Barbell created the closest thing to God.

But unfortunately, it's not a god at all.

No matter how angry it struggles, it cannot escape the line of law associated with Gwendolyn's green scepter.

That feeling, in fact, it's not like it hasn't been experienced.

When it was first created, the blood streaming through his body buried such awe deep in his memory that it was Gaia's divine blood, no matter how powerful it was, but a descendant of the latter who did not enter the stream.

It is a fear engraved in bones that cannot be resisted.

And Gwendolyn's sceptre, as if it had been left behind by Gaia herself, held the sceptre, and the law surrounded her, as if that great will had come.

It is green, and all who possess it are the kings of the ancients, the chosen ones, both wands and swords, the supreme power to nurture nature and life.

Poor evil Fredrich had roughly never dreamed that Gaia had left the world, but that the power that governed it remained in the world.

And from the moment the surviving gods of Fort Babel created it, the sword of Damocles hung high above its head.

All Gwendolyn had to do was drop the blade.

This is not her own plan, she just happens to be the one who executes it in this day and age, precisely because countless people have paid their lives for it, and today the plan has come to an end and turned into a sacred and crazy cause.

There is no doubt that Gwendolyn is not averse to madness, and she intends to go through with it.

The laws left by the King of the Four Elves, the blood of the wicked gods created by the Gods, and the green power in her hands - it turns out that even in the end, Martha left hope for her people.

This is the promise of Mother and Gods.

So she must have done the right thing.

The world was destroyed several times, not by the hands of dusk, but by Martha and the gods who, together, restarted the world of order; every time a disaster struck, it was not the destruction of countless living beings, but the breakdown of the barrier of elements, all for the end result.

“You fucking * *!” When the evil god Fredrich sees the 'businesswoman’ bound by the rule of heaviness in the middle of the world, he understands his possible fate.

Its roar was like a raging wave of tsunamis, raging in Gwendolyn's spiritual world.

But the latter is only slightly pale, and the surface remains motionless.

She flattened her right hand and pressed the scepter down.

The evil god Fredrich felt like he was being held down by an invisible hand and pressed against the black cocoon in the center of the world, and it struggled with horror, but Gaia's breath pressed it into motion.

At that moment, the evil god suddenly felt somewhat sad that perhaps he should not have woken up and slept as a dead ‘god' in a space of nothingness, although it might eventually turn into dust under the Tiamat rule, better than being severely wounded again by Eroma and then completely devoured by the blood of a sleeping ancestor.

When blood merges, a new deity may be born, but it has absolutely nothing to do with it. It is a more terrible demise than sleep. The evil god Fredrich, though proud, does not yet think that he may have fought for a pure ancestor of blood.

And when it was closer to ‘Roman’, it couldn't help but scream in horror: "The will of dusk! ”

At that moment it understood its destiny.

“No,” he screamed, "you can't do that! ”

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