The Amber Sword

Ellanta looked serious, as if she had been waiting for this opportunity to throw the war tablet in her hand immediately in the direction of the Dragon of Dusk.

The golden slate flew out of hand, suddenly holding it in mid-air after a few dozen meters of flight, and then slowly began to rotate; it rotated one hundred and eighty degrees clockwise, while the central Gaia crest simultaneously rotated counterclockwise, then made a 'click’ to gently sink inward.

Full of soft light emerged from the fallen Gaia crest, and all present saw a wonder at the same time - as if the god of the dwarf in mythology, Osoran, the steel forger, had taken out the water of molten steel in front of his eternal calciner and injected it into the trenches of the earth to forge the whole world, as the golden lava ran through the earth, and the crowd saw a section of gold glowing lines stretching over the lithographic marks of the slab.

As these lights touch the space outside the slab, they spread immediately to form a pale golden network. It's like the Golden Book expands hundreds of times in size in an instant, and every time the light expands outward along this network, it expands rapidly, three times in a row.

‘Wow’ sounded softly, a giant ring shaped hectare with three layers of internal and external rotation and different directions from each other.

The ring focuses on a golden slab with seventeen more symbols, representing the law, the elements and the magic.

Order.

Matter.

Energy.

The three forces of existence determine the foundation of Vaughn's existence, and in the description of the poem of God, they are the supreme power that Martha gives the world to exist, the will to create the world, the cornerstone of Tiamat's rule of existence.

It's Elemental Codex A 'thro--

Stopped for nothing, it was a symbol of Martha's mighty power, and the mother of the gods of all things had already laid down her scepter to all men!

At this moment, she suddenly understood something. What is holy?

Supreme order, power of existence.

That is a power beyond the grasp of the worlds, which was once possessed only by the people of God, and which the Truth Parliament has used more than once against dusk. Yet the ancestors tried many results and had to face the same possibilities.

When order becomes stronger and better, resistance from dusk and chaos becomes more and more intransigent, and chaos of everything always increases, and the epoch always ends with restart and destruction.

Only in chaos can it be attributed to chaos, as if the humble people of black iron were the only hope in the world.

But who can guide the weak hope to grow into the flower of victory? The gods had long since vanished and the ancestors had left the world, and the world still needed a final opportunity where people could not control their own destiny.

Just as the pointer pointed to the already predetermined moment on the dial, rusty hair began to reset when the gods let go of their hands.

This is the last driving force in the world.

‘We have an agreement here,

Whatever you give yourself-- ’

It was as if she had heard the teeth of a gear in the void, and the sound of a click, and her eyes crossed a millennium, back to the time when the singing was quiet and the silver elves were in the mountains and woods.

It's a broken flag, like a bloody sun, a scorched-earth land, and a disempowered people are making the final toss.

The dragon, the wizards on the cloud, the noble elves, are not the protagonists of this battle, and its four true protagonists are standing there, as if behind a hazy mist - a long blonde hair, a golden red sword; an elf, with her only twenty-one knights left; a nobleman from the White Bay coast, holding a scepter; a short-haired woman, silent widow.

The man surrounded by the regiment, who was already wounded and somewhat rickety, appeared more forthright.

Then all the dreams broke apart.

White saw a sword, a long blade of dark gold, and cracks filled with dark red light, but the sword lit a flame, a flame of gold, like cleansing the world of all filthy and holy flames.

The sword was held in Brando's hand and was only slightly cut from the bottom up. The blade was still dozens of kilometers away. In the pitch-black void, a gold wire had been extended from the bottom up by the dragon of dusk.

It was as if a crack had been cut out and endless flames gushed out of it.

Space law, flashing sword, king of flames supreme auspicious.

At the same time, there is Shallow Sea Sword Sina's opposing powers, but they are displayed in a flaming manner, and the laws of the two swords are united in Brando's hands without any sense of obstruction.

Dusk was heading towards Ellenta, but was forced back by Brando's sword, from which she felt a deep sense of consternation, attacking her not Odyphus himself, but several of the major underlying rules of the Tiamat law.

She even felt she might really get hurt if she hadn't avoided the sword, at a moment when Brando's sword smelled exactly like the gun she'd faced, even stronger.

She remembered the name of the gun, which was called the Heaven Dome, the Sky Blue Gun.

Miss Merchant's dark pupils contracted deeply and finally felt threatened at this moment. Ellanta had shown the Elemental Codex A 'thro, and she understood what the other person was going to do at that moment. That damned woman, Martha, did count her again.

But the latter handed over her powers to a mortal, which meant that she had truly lost herself!

This is something the Dragon of Dusk never thought of.

How could she do that?

For what?

For those humble bugs?

So resolute, so desperate, the gods left, as if it was just to keep the world going. But what she can't understand is, are the creatures that continue the world truly heirs to that glorious kingdom?

She remembers the gods who fought her enemies, and Martha and the gods, who were radically different from the kingdom that struggled as if they were beggars in dust. She did not need to understand that such feelings as order did not exist in the will of dusk, nor did she need to be angry, because anger did not belong to her cognition.

But at this moment, complex feelings come from the virtuous personality of Silver Queen Constance, a form of life she could not recognize, filled with inferior feelings and meditations, which she could not contain at this moment.

“Why, these fucking guys, why do something so pointless? ”

In the last few centuries, she has fought these archaic men, and she has not even been able to conquer them.

It's a disgrace and disgrace.

She couldn't understand, and even became angry as a result, a sharp whistle suddenly swept away at the law front unfolding against Ellanta, a black energy vortex hitting the Elemental Codex A 'thro, and the three-tiered ring law array violently vibrated because of this mighty force, as if it were about to break apart with the entire Vaughn world at any moment.

At this moment, from the Great Glacier to the Alkash Mountains above the Vaughn Lands, from the Plateau of Anzeluta to the Great Plains, there was a raw crack, the earth settled, the sublime inland sea burst apart, and the giant island of Truvia north of Hazel was divided into three parts, while hundreds of islands at sea were vaporized.

When Ellanta saw the scene, her face grew white and blood seeped almost immediately from under her skin, like bloody tears.

Almost everyone felt a terrible tsunami in their minds, but only Brando, in this storm, did his utmost to stabilise the holy sword in his hands, Odyphus, and cut it on the dragon of dusk.

Roman turned around and a few black swirls appeared between her and Brando.

But Brando's sword blade suddenly drew a glittering gold wire into nine. Nine weeks after the wind, it penetrated the gap between the black swirls, cutting the former without mercy.

This is the second time since the Dusk Dragon came into consciousness that it feels as if it comes from a deep soul--

All she remembered was the tip of the gun, as if it were a long gun shining in the green light of a world, hitting her hard in the eye, and she looked up and moaned, and everything was lost.

At this moment, as if it were yesterday.

Her attack was immediately interrupted as a result.

Between moments, the queen of elves covered her mouth with dripping blood between her fingers and threw the tablet out of her hand.

Of the seventeen, there are also three major laws.

Generation.

Existence.

To die.

That's the whole and consistency of the Tiamat laws, the logic and the cycle of the world, the beginning and end of everything, the true meaning of existence.

When Brando saw that brilliant light, he felt something in his heart, as if he saw the beginning and end of time, the world before space and matter existed.

It's as if it's a great word, it can't be described in words, it can't be expressed in sounds, but nature represents all the truths of the world.

A mortal only needs to see it at a glance and understand everything.

When the second matrix formed, the Dragon of Dusk immediately felt its ability to influence the world diminished by half, and she saw the wounds on the earth begin to heal, the sea water stopped boiling, and the mountain river stopped translating and settling.

A thin, crystal-like film appeared between her and the two laws, the world's crystal barrier, and Roman showed a panicked look, his subconscious wanting to escape.

But how could Brando give her that chance?

He appeared in a flash between the elements and the point of order almost instantly dropped to zero, but he ignored it and stopped directly in front of the Dragon of Dusk.

The businesswoman stared at him angrily, and she did not move, yet a ripple of space had been created between the two, striking Brando as if furiously.

At the same time, a spiritual attack and repression directly pressed against his spiritual world. Brando felt dark for a moment, but his mind sensibly perceived that the power of the will at dusk had diminished considerably compared to before.

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