The Amber Sword

Although the idea that Gwendolyn the Dragon Queen had imprisoned him in a cage based on Roman's body and Constance's good personality had failed, she had at least a little guess--

Ultimately, the power of chaos cannot be fully brought into the world of Vaughn, let alone embodied within Tiamat's laws. Because the will of dusk is unbearable to the whole of Vaughn, even if he dries up all Vaughn's magic and laws, he can't reproduce one percent of the dragon's power at dusk.

This is the presence of even the gods who are to be feared.

How can a few mortals be nothing?

The incomparable threat swept across the entire element barrier, but ‘Roman' quickly noticed that it was suspended in the void as if it were unaffected Brando, who had seen her own pressure penetrate the body of the latter, but as if there was nothing there, it swept unhindered --

“Huh?”

She blurted slightly and felt a slight fever in her hand.

And at this moment, Brando's brain is chaotic.

It was as if many memories were embraced in his head and turned into chaotic pieces and images that flashed before his eyes. It was like a fast-moving movie, switching images fast enough to be dazzling and eye-catching.

The images are in Butch, in Lidenburg, in Pragues, like a struggle between life and death in the dark forest, and sometimes another party in the glow of darkness, staggering and admiring.

Or the mountains of Goran-Elson, the slow slope belt showing star-lined black pine groves, castles, estates, marching teams, people and horses, wind lights hanging from saddles, knights with metal masks.

It was again like Ambethel and Cold Cedar Castle, a plot behind the heavy curtain, he heard people arguing, Her Royal Highness's voice, the voice of the Lady of Staff, Freya's voice, and finally various voices buzzed, disturbing him.

But it was in such mixed shadows that his heart was surprisingly quiet.

He remembered something.

As Turaman and he said... Martha wanted the Black Iron Nation to be able to fight and overcome dusk, but this hope was so vain, as if it were just frustrating despair from either side.

This is an age of mortals.

Everything he is familiar with - be it Princess Griffin, His Royal Highness the Little Prince, the Goddess of Martial Arts who followed her past, or some overly serious lady of staff.

Or reopen a bar in the Mintai area, and every time you see yourself laughing, red copper dragon retto, and everyone else. In his memory, he saw Chiara pushing the crystal fallen of Sifah's heart into his palm, Fiina furious in her family's castle, and the chocolate knight who admired him...

Many people…

He hopes that all of this will be preserved. He does not share Constance's philosophy, nor does he dare to agree with the pastoralist approach. Perhaps the dragon of darkness, Odin, shelters the world with lofty intentions, but his approach is equally not necessarily correct.

He believed in himself, he believed in Martha, he believed that even in the game, the players could defeat the Dragon of Dusk, and he believed that in this world, he could do the same.

But at this moment.

And he suspected.

Because he knew in his heart that, in his heart, he also lacked confidence.

What if I'm wrong? How can a weak mortal resist the terrible forces of this moment? Perhaps the Silver Queen, Odin, and the tree herders are not wrong...

Because Lord Martha may be really wrong.

Another path should be chosen from the outset.

He was horrible, but the white voice in his head was a little anxious: "Brando, you bastard, wake up! ”

The last thing this elf lady regrets now is that she should not have been so aggressive that Brando would have cut herself off from one corner of his spiritual world that it is now called Heaven or Earth.

She didn't know what state Brando was in right now because she lost her ability to spy on each other's mental world, but this guy dared to be dumb in front of the Dusk Dragon. She really didn't know whether to be angry with herself or to hang her for a better beating.

Unfortunately, Brando obviously did not feel the anxiety in the woman's heart enough to make all her calls sink into the sea.

She looked in the direction of the Dragon of Dusk.

‘Miss Merchant' gently earned her way out of Gwendolyn's arms. To be precise, the latter has had difficulty maintaining her previous posture and, as the person closest to ‘Roman', she naturally bears the brunt and is the most badly injured.

At this moment, she has lost her ability to maintain her original form and has changed back to a weak human form. Her eyes are closed, her forehead is covered with blood, and the berth slides down her cheek, which in turn dissipates into blood beads in a gravity-free universe.

She lost an arm, the blood flowing out of her mouth like a waterfall, golden blood, gleaming in the morning light as the Warnde Horizon rose.

The dragon of dusk pinched her chin, Gwendolyn had long lost consciousness, and she did not know how many bones had been broken. She could only let the former lift her head with weakness and powerlessness, and the foam poured out of her mouth and into the hands of ‘Roman', who did not care.

She gently stretched out her fingers and rubbed them on the lips of the dragon queen, a golden finger, then placed them on her lips, stretching out her tongue and licking them.

In front of her, sometime a black cocoon cage appeared, only a bigger cage than her fist, and it was actually Miss Fairy.

Tata looked at her pale, but Roman threw away the unconscious dragon with his other hand, and she held up her palm, which was the glittering golden tablet.

She stared at the tablet somewhat intoxicatingly and sighed: "Odin's old trick, I can't let you play it again, not to mention a thousand years, decades is just a breathing time for me, and it's hard to understand how you're stalling your asthma. ”

“But I'm worried about Martha's * * means in the back, so I won't give you this chance. ”

“Lord Martha was your opponent for several epochs, and in her time in the world, you never beat her," said Lady Fairy with a pale face. “What's the difference between insulting your mother and insulting yourself? You can kill all of us at any time. As a higher being, what's the point of insulting us...”

“Indeed," Roman replied, "this is the source of anger in my heart. Emotions are a very unnecessary thing. I have some doubts that I have done wrong, but fortunately the victory has been divided. ”

Dead silence all around.

The Elf Queen coughed and looked away at Ellanta on the other side. The wise man frowned, but shook her head, prompting her not to move slightly.

White hearts sink.

At the last moment in the world, she thought of something other than Rocky's mercury wand or Osopao's eternal.

What she saw in front of her was an empty, pale, elf-like quiet face.

That's her common sister.

It's called Metisa.

“Little guy, if you don't respond, we'll all have to bury you...”

She muttered.

But the phrase seems to have had some effect.

Brando's index fingers twitched slightly, his eyelids raised a gap, and he felt something in the underworld making some connection with himself.

That's light--

White and flawless.

‘Wow’ sounded softly, and even the dragon of dusk, which was ridiculing others, had to be turned back. Everyone saw a clear glow rising in the darkness.

That's a pair of wings.

It's covered behind Brando, piece by piece, every piece in the sky and earth.

Warnd, this world was born in the light. Life is born in the water, reproduced on the earth, protected by the wind, endowed with wisdom by fire, and the world becomes.

The first is water.

Cold ice jewels and shallow sea swords emerge from behind Brando, a blue light gleaming from above the Vaughn Land and suddenly William walking into a rift valley in the Great Glacier sees fluorescent blue light across the fracture zone. Then there was a long wave, and he saw a bright blue light coming out of the Rift Valley.

The magician's leader raised his head and slightly squinted his eyes.

The blue light forms an august symbol, shaped behind Brando ——

It is a circular eye that symbolizes the search for knowledge and truth.

“Eye of the observer!” White was the first to react.

Then the earth.

Gray Gaia badge shaped.

And finally, fire.

It's a golden flame, a double snake inside.

The three swords echoed each other, yet the light feathers behind Brando gently slammed, the white feathers fell on the three symbols, and the light seemed to form a network, in this huge network, the three august symbols returned to each other.

“This…” Miss Tata stunned in her cage.

“It's the Wings of Light! How is it possible, when did Lord Martha leave such a promise for Mr. Brando...!” The Elf Queen couldn't help but say, she coughed heavily twice, and then said unbelievably: "Bangu people, Bangu kings, this is the supreme word...”

“I give you the wings of light before I can make you king -" Whispered to myself: “Damn, why didn't you tell me you had such a gift...”

“… we are still struggling to find, but Mr. Brando is clearly right in front of us, Lord Martha, this is... really...”

Brando seemed deaf to everything on the outside.

He raised his head and had a hole in his eye while reaching out his right hand.

It's just a flash--

Green flew out of Roman's hand and under the dusk dragon consciously wanted to grasp it, but it was useless. This natural token seemed unaffected by all the rules and forces, and it came into Brando's hands irreversibly.

That's the power of life.

‘So the world became...’

Brando looked at the Dusk Dragon and said softly: "The next time we meet, it's time for us to calculate the grand total. ”

“Twilight — the dragon. ”

The cage covering the tower was broken apart.

And the golden book in the hands of the merchant lady, at this moment, shoots a glare...

“Lord Ellanta! Your Majesty!” The fairy lady jumped up and did her best to shout it out: “… complete the seal! ”

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(PS: It's the end of the month, ask for a ticket, friends, stay and you'll get moldy. In addition, there are readers in the progress of the questionnaire, it can only be said that it is not over so soon. Overall, I still have progress. Less abruptly than you can imagine, what should be explained will be finished next. I think it is still perfect to come to an end, and there will be no very unnamed situation.