The Amber Sword

Brando watched this scene quietly, the light of the falling meteor reflected his cheeks pale, the sword of the earth Harangya and the blade of golden flame Orphis held in his left and right hands respectively, the tip of the sword drooping, a golden thread extending from the tip of the sword to the tip of the sword, slightly sparkling.

A dragon and a pair of dragons form a huge isometric triangle outside the elemental boundaries, and the dragon queen Gwendoline's eyes seem to be flowing with golden lava, the bear burning, staring closely at the dusk dragon 'Roman’. Of the three, only the businesswoman performs best in her spare time. She reaches behind her head gently, her white wrist gleams in the light of a meteor, her raised long hair spreads behind her head, dark brown hair, a hint, and the edge is like a reflection of gold.

She smiled and looked at both of them, with a slowly spinning black swirl in her eyes, a little dark red flashing in the deepest depths.

The light, not flashing in cold, brutal colors, some of it just careless, naturally, as if looking at two self-inflicted children.

Waiver -

Brando didn't think about it.

He's looking for opportunities. There are opportunities. That's for sure. Odin knew the herder's plan, but let go of it and didn't stop it. Few people in the world who call themselves fools can be wiser than him.

He must know something else and leave something behind.

“And what am I neglecting...”

Odin, Traciman, the witch queen, Tumen, a shadow flashed through Brando's head, like a messy cut, but inspired him.

Fool.

Right, fool.

What did Odin promise to the dragons about Odin's commitment to the crystal, and why did the fool's legacy become the dragon of war, Tiamat, the dragon of rage, Alvers, and... the crystal?

The blade of golden flame was trembling in his hand, and an unyielding will lay in the dark blade, and it was waking up a little bit at the moment, resonating with the unyielding soul burning in his heart.

A little light suddenly shines deep in the universe.

The light was so faint, it was hardly worth mentioning in this vast space.

Promisius threw the spark over the darkness of the earth, and a golden thread stretched out of the flame, and it split the flame straight apart -

Deeply engraved in Brando's curtains, like a fateful polyline.

There is a great atmosphere, gentle and generous, and serious pounding in space, like a voice that tells us in ancient history:

“For my people, those who have been loved by me...”

The gold thread passes beneath the dragon queen Gwendolyn.

“Hoo--! ”

The dragon queen Gwendolyn immediately lifted her neck, opened her wings and made a howl. Brando saw a golden line appear above the body and the latter, and the golden line stretched out between her thick scales, in the same direction as her muscular texture, buried in front of the line, beautiful.

Gwendolyn's long howl was not painful, but only one that gained strength and was filled with joy. As she reopened her bright golden eyes, the scales all over her body had been replaced by golden dragon scales, sweeping one claw forward.

‘Snicker-’ claws collide with the invisible barrier open at dusk, pulling out five bright golden sparks.

‘Roman' finally shows his amazement.

And then she reacted, and she was shocked, "Damn, Crystal, you're doing it again.”

The nodes on the Tiamat network suddenly shined, and one of the grains lit up, a total of seventeen brilliant stars, all lined up as constellations of the Dragon of Wisdom crystal. With this claw of the Dragon Queen, each of the seventeen stars emitted a fiery beam of light, illuminating the businesswoman in the middle of the sky.

What a blow.

Even a few miles apart, Brando can experience unbearably high temperatures, and his physical properties are already holy and not a step away from the perfect body.

You can imagine any beam of these seventeen beams, hitting Warnd, instantly vaporizing everything for thousands of miles, completely turning a kingdom into scorched earth. The shocking blow of the so-called sage is also so weak in front of it that it is not worth mentioning at all.

At that moment Brando remembered the divine punishment documented in mythology, and in fact Archangel Eroma had shown such power, borrowing the power of the Holy Sword's Holy Throne, which was much less powerful than this.

But when I think back to that scene, I always feel familiar.

“This is the power of the Holy Throne...”

Brando reacted.

The Holy One.

The dragon queen Gwendolyn is truly holy.

His body reacted faster than his brain, and when the seventeen stars representing the dragon of wisdom lit up, 'Roman' turned her attention to the past, and she stood in the void, stretching out a white forefinger in that direction, dozens of black swirls appeared in front of her, and the next moment hit the center of those swirls with a beam of terrible heat, and held them together. And in this moment Brando's heart flashed like an electric light, as if he didn't need any thought, and a bright fire column burst out over the blade of the Orphis sword in his right hand, from top left to bottom right, a sword chopped to dusk.

This sword.

Without thought, without concern, as if neither before nor after, here nor in each other, Brando felt like he was in a world that was both slow and fast, looking at the tip of his sword and drawing a gold line in front of his eyes.

His heart was blazing with rage, his sword-shaking hands were not shaking a bit, and the sea of hearts was calm. At that moment, the universe revealed all its secrets before him.

A line segment, interwoven with each other, Tiamat, the elemental barrier, the Vaughn continent, even the azure ocean, the clouds in the atmosphere, are all interwoven by a line segment.

Line segments of different colors, describing different laws, rising and sunset, tide extinguishing, winds and winds coming and going, mountain rivers falling and falling, all things multiplying, the flames of civilization shining, all under the arrangement of the laws of everything and everything.

This is the sword of the realm.

Brando knew clearly at that moment that he had once again touched the threshold of his arrival, and even knew clearly that it was a mere manifestation, but it heralded that his future path had been paved and that there was only one path left from the extreme to the sage.

The mystery of the law is like a big, open book in front of him.

It was a golden bend.

Drawing a bright narrow light in the pitch-black universe, the laws of time and space dodge around it, as if it were a logical difference, positioning it in any space at any given time.

Brando can totally assume that this is the only sword in the world, and in this era of Warnde no sword could ever take it, not more than twenty players could escape in front of it for life, even in Amber Sword.

Not only because it is a sword to the realm of sainthood.

And because it's Orphis.

Unfortunately Brando is facing dusk.

It's Warnde's will to chaos.

‘Roman’ one hand countered the dragon's attack, his right hand backfired, and five fingers drew a line in the void, together with the same sword light as this round of golden bending moon.

It's just pitch-black, like the thirteenth black moon of the crash.

Dusk is angry with the rear hand left behind by the dragon of wisdom, so there is no mercy in her hands, and all she wants to do is get rid of this trouble as soon as possible - yet this is the moment - and suddenly three vines are stretched out in the void, bursting out of nowhere very close to Miss Merchant, wrapped around her snow wrist.

‘Roman’ didn't mean it, because the owner of the vine was terrible, except that this hidden kung fu made her slightly surprised, and she didn't think that a man of such low power could hide so close to himself without letting himself discover it.

But the next moment, her face changed.

Tiamat's network is changing shape, and the nodes above are shifting from one another, looking far away like a precision machine, and one of the gears on the machine is slowly spinning, teething each other and changing shape.

These nodes are so distant from each other that each time they change their orientation, the shapes they make will sweep thousands of miles across the lower Vaughn continent.

If you look at this moment on Warnd, it must be a spectacular scene.

But unfortunately no one here is in the mood to watch.

Twenty-four nodes form the constellation of dragons of war in Tiamat's network.

‘Roman' immediately felt the vine wrapped around her, watching a circle of lines of law emerge from space and then wrapped around her wrist, pulling her hand backwards.

Naturally, such an attack would not do her any harm, but it would divert the dark sword and cross Brando's golden sword into Tiamat's network.

Tiamat's network quickly produced a series of explosions, and the dazzling light shone into everyone's eyes. The explosion produced shockwaves sweeping across, and many flash nodes disengaged from the network, crumbling and falling into the lower Vaughnde lands.

When Brando passed away from himself in that pitch-black sword light, even though he was miles away, he opened a long mouth directly on one side of his neck, arm and waist, and blood sprayed out immediately, forming a blood path in the middle of the sky.

He couldn't care less at the moment, and he recognized the man who was interfering with ‘Dusk' - that was Andersha.

“Mr. Brando, the herdsman is not useless either -” Andersa grabbed the vine in her hand with a bite, as if a fire had erupted in her eyes, yelling at him: “We will succeed! ”

“Be careful...”

Brando wanted to shout at this woman.

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