The Amber Sword

Brando watched as the crystal spread up along the neck of the wise man, past Ellanta's jaw and lips, nose tips and lower eyelids, fixing the latter to look at his eyes permanently at that moment, forming a whole natural crystal suspended in the universe.

The post-crystal scene is like a faded photograph, like sealing time dust in it.

The surrounding area became quiet, leaving nothing but a burgeoning roar of magic and chaos deep in the void, like a raging wind, the sound of blood pulsating within the cavity walls.

Brando did not move, the light in the corner reflected the halo in the atmosphere of the Vaughn continent, and the light of the star dots flashed on the fluorescent atmosphere, dragging a long tail flame to the ground.

A flash of light lit up in the wilderness of the Four Realms, there was no sound in the universe, and that flash lit up a dense, numb light point in the vicinity. Brando blinked, as if awakened by a scene like this, looking at the landscape on the continent, and finally realizing that the countdown to the destruction of the world had just begun.

The foremen gave their lives, but only temporarily slowed it down, maybe decades, maybe decades, maybe years. Brando understood that there was not much time left to him and took a deep look at the merchant lady sealed in the crystal. He did not know how the players in Amber Sword should fight the will of dusk, but perhaps finding the 'Amber Sword’ was the only way.

Tianqing's knight had wounded the dragon of dusk with an incomplete canopy gun, and in previous battles the only threat to dusk was the law of the sword of the earth in his hands, the blade of golden flame and the sword of amber formed after the green, shallow sea combination.

“Wait for me, Roman, and I'll get you out.” He muttered, "I promised you I'd make you the biggest businessman in the world, and this time I won't eat again. ”

“Where are you going?” Suddenly he asked in his head, "To Finzan or Madara? Are you looking for the sceptre of light and the sceptre of darkness? ”

“Find a way out of here first.” Brando moved a somewhat rigid body, not feeling the accelerating secretion of adrenaline during the previous battle with the Dragon of Dusk, but the pain seemed to have returned to him. With only a slight movement, the sharp pain in the drill heart passed from the wreckage of the limbs, causing his eyebrows to tighten, and the bean-sized sweat beads immediately seeped out of his forehead.

“You broke at least three ribs, broken little arm on your left hand, and wounds on your lower leg. Most of the injuries were caused during the last close fight with the Dragon of Dusk. You underestimated the dusk. Even if you changed a new body and were suppressed by the world's crystal wall, you shouldn't be so big.” He said with a white frown.

Brando was a little upset to hear her say 'a new body’, it was not a medium that could be changed at will, it was looking at him with concern in Butch and asking him in a frightened voice: 'Are you all right, Brando?’ Merchant lady.

She was a living person, not a puppet of the Dragon of Dusk, nor a broken memory, and he shook his fist and did not respond.

With all the whites and acuteness that we have seen in human society for thousands of years, seeing his divine colour makes us guess what he thinks, and she sighs lightly: "I suggest you take a break, the time flow here is slower than that of Warnd, and the seal left by the four saints is enough to trap the will of dusk for a while, you still have time. ”

But Brando shook his head: “Time will never run out. The beauty of Fine Zan's light is in the hands of the Church. How easy would it be to get his sacred objects from the people after Fine Zan? Not to mention the mercury wand and a few other holy objects that have no trace, no one knows how long it will take us to find them...”

He stopped for a moment before continuing: “How can I disappoint Miss Tata and Her Lordship, who have given their lives for this? ”

White did not refute it, but reminded him: "It is not always a good thing to carry too much. ”

Brando stunned, which doesn't really sound like what this woman should have said.

“You can think of this as my self-censorship, and I spent a thousand years back and forth learning this lesson, and the bitter fruits produced are alarming enough. ”

“Have you figured it out? ”

“Otherwise what?” Sigh in vain: “In the face of the ultimate inevitable fate of this world, human arrogance is too small, perhaps I should find something more meaningful to do. You can think of me as looking for excitement, like seeing if you can turn this around, as if that's the only way to give my dead soul a little vitality...”

Brando perceived a strong sense of indecency from his white words, and he did not know whether it stemmed from the woman's own personality or the identity of her dead spirit, because one of the biggest problems with the eternal immortality of the dead was the tendency to self-destruct.

Most of the dead spirits that have existed for thousands of years will become madmen, either by losing themselves and turning completely into another person, or by becoming enemies of the world and generating a desire to destroy everything.

But this change in white clearly does not reassure him, and perhaps it is the dragon of dusk that demonstrates the power to destroy everything that deprives her of her own goal, which is also the most dangerous state for the other side.

“Don't you want to see Metisa?” He asked.

White silenced down.

“Maybe there's a chance," she said. “But maybe she doesn't know my sister anymore. I've been lying to myself for so many years, but with her wisdom, I must have guessed long ago that I had intentionally let her die...”

Brando shuddered for a moment, almost falling out of the void, and he never dreamed that his words would lead to such a big secret. This woman must be crazy, he thought, the other party suddenly burst out such a big material, and a careless listener like himself, the one who was going to be annihilated.

Besides, he can obviously feel the emotional instability of the other person, and it is likely that she will regret what she has said at any time, when she is turning back to him to settle the bill, with the crazy and stubborn energy that this woman has shown, which is a real problem.

For the first time in history, Brando still felt so unfriendly to the mystery and rumors that she was forced to shut up, but she didn't expect anything to go against her will. She turned to him and asked him: “A man who killed his sister's sister with his own hands, and then killed more people to make up for this mistake. From the beginning to the end, it was just to reassure myself. How can a selfish man deserve true love? ”

“You mean Mr. Wilford?” Brando was surprised that he didn't expect this man to occupy such an important place in each other's hearts.

“That's why I killed him, because I don't want to see myself cheating. ”

Brando has more sweat beads on his forehead.

“You're at the tip of another horn, Ms. Tiamas," he said hastily. “Perhaps you've done a lot of wrong, but you can't escape the judgment of your own heart. One day you'll put your soul on the scale, and those innocent people you've killed will naturally come to you for repayment, but self-denial is pointless. Unless you're going to die right now, think more about what we're going to do.”

“Besides, Metissa didn't blame you. You're her sister after all.” Brando couldn't help but wonder how much the little princess had hidden from herself. For the moment, Tiamas' statement and her introduction to herself were all wrong. He would rather believe this woman than believe that, after all, few people in the world would have a self-stigmatizing hobby.

“You don't have to be afraid I'll get you into trouble," he grinned. “I just thought of these things for a moment. Don't worry, I'm not going to get you into trouble for these things. I know you want to leave this place, it's not hard. ”

Brando thought I believed in you. Mr. Wilford's personal experience was to trust this woman's best footnote, but he was quickly drawn to the second half of the conversation and asked, “Do you know how to get out of here? ”

He really didn't want to stay here for another half hour, because it wasn't Roman who sealed it, it was the Dragon of Dusk. His most impressive impression of the war was his despair and powerlessness, his power was far from enough to dominate his own destiny, and his first encounter with the Dragon of Dusk had taught him a profound lesson.

The businesswoman who stayed there was the scar in his heart, always reminding him how to do it, fortunately he still had memories from another world, the soul that made him understand that he still had a chance and how to seize it.

There are no tasks in the world that players cannot solve.

Nor is there a BOSS that players cannot beat.

Even more acutely, Brando nodded and replied, “The simplest way to get out of here is, of course, to fall directly over the barrier of elements, just like the chaotic forces that invade. ”

“Don't joke, Miss Tiamas. ”

“Well, since you don't like the offer, there's only one way. That is to wait until someone transports you back into the main material plane. ”

“Who would do that?” Brando doesn't understand.

“Ellanta and the fairy lady seal only one will at dusk, although this will should be the consciousness of chaos, but now this consciousness is being pushed back beyond the crystal wall of the world, which is the magical sea of its own sleep, do you think it will be indifferent? ”

“I don't quite understand. ”

“It's okay, you'll see. ”

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