The Amber Sword

Instarone swayed: “This is a dueling battle… the Empire has invested so much troops in the south, but His Majesty never told us...”

“What did she say? ”

“There's at least a third of the Empire's army here," Instaron squeezed his fist and yelled, “What if these regiments get together, Finzan and Cruz? ”

“Look there.” Tagus came up and pointed in one direction.

“Dead Moon Flag," the future star of the motor spins: “Your Majesty! ”

Brando held his lips tight, which was undoubtedly a duel, and now Eru was about to defeat the Dead Moon Empire because of his greatest enemy; but he felt no joy in his heart, only a deep fear. He looked in his eyes at the ocean shining with purple light, at the Somir crystal falling from the clouds, and in his heart it was freezing.

Is this the war between the dead and the clusters?

The scale of this war, which has surpassed the Battle of the Leaning Forests of the Hereafter, surpassed the Sifah War of the Year of Starfire, and can only be matched by the battle he played in the Arkash Mountains before crossing.

But the mighty Empire of the Dead Moon, as if it were invincible, lost indisputably in such a crucial war that, in his eyes, the flag representing the Legion number was vanishing in the ocean.

That means not only the collapse of the dead, but also the petals of the black rose of Bromandow, if Madara loses a third of her military power here, then the empire will be able to sustain it, an unknown number.

Not to mention the clusters stopping north for that?

Hard to say--

What the hell is going on?

Brando had to ask himself whether the Dead Moon Empire had also gone through such a terrible war in the South during the previous lifetime. Because the southern part of the Sea of the Dead Moon was a restricted area for players, His Majesty the Emperor expressly forbade any northern aristocracy to enter the south, and the same naturally applies to players.

No one knows whether the battle in the southern part of the Empire was fierce or moderate, whether it was a local conflict or a full-scale battle, nor does Brando remember whether His Majesty the Emperor was not in eternal death at the outbreak of the Black Rose War - this is the sadness of Eruin, the war that took place in Eruin, or even the Emperor's attention.

“This is the war between an orderly world and dusk, Brando, and no one can stay out of it. ”

The white mist jumped off Metissa's shoulder and fell to his feet, watching the scene.

Brando turned around and found everyone watching the scene as if they had been enchanted. Some of them come from Jiufeng, some from a strong empire behind them, and some from Rubik, the desert kingdom, which, although not as brilliant as Cruz and Madara, has also been handed down for a long time.

Others come from his territory, from a small country called Eruin, and most of them have never seen a war of this magnitude in their lives, with the exception of Metisa, although Delphine has witnessed first-hand the battle between the Empire and Hazel's make-up army on the gray hills.

But the battle took place in the Grey Clothes Valley, less than 10 kilometres wide, as compared to the current battle, as if children were playing. Even Blank, whose eyes reflect this battle, is in full swing.

Sixty years ago, jihad, as if it had been reproduced before his eyes.

The Empire of the Dead Moon was powerful, and unexpectedly for all, eight large legions were almost disgraceful to the Krutz, let alone one-third of all its power - although the dead had never gathered all their strength for a variety of reasons.

Dark lords fought against each other, and without the emergence of mercury wands, this mighty and rare kingdom would almost never cease to be unheard of in internal consumption.

But no one in it has ever been indulged in the glory of the Empire's past, like Delphine, like Blanc, never thought of the power of four temples outside the human world.

That's the black rose of Bromandor.

No one but Brando knew the secret, not because they couldn't understand it, but because pride and arrogance blinded most people.

But at the moment, this powerful enemy is being crushed by an army that is completely alien to the world. Its enemies, as if they had no wisdom, could only hold forward, swallow everything, and then the Moon Empire was defeated.

Completely defeated.

Everyone heard the sound of something being broken, the countdown to the destruction of the old order and the forces of disorder and chaos in the civilized world.

Adenie looked pale as if she thought of something.

Instaron was silent with Tagus, who also held a double fist.

The phoenix bit his lower lip and Mr. Liu's face was thick.

Brando looked very thoughtful.

But it was at this time that the sky suddenly flashed through several spots, and several staggered lines of gold spread from there, instantly across the battlefield.

Leviathan just above the clouds.

By the time Brando raised his head in dismay, the bright light had blown up in the middle of the battlefield.

It was like a flare brighter than the sun, a few roaring fireballs burning in the battlefield sky, and the dazzling light dimmed the light of the entire battlefield, as if it had instantly changed from day to night.

But the resemblance only appeared for a moment.

The mushroom cloud has risen with countless dust, and the shock wave pushes the cloud to roll, brushing into the woods, followed by tons of dust and debris.

Brando reacted quickly, pushing his hand forward flat and spreading a web of space laws, blocking all dust and air waves from the outside, but even so, the mask bent at a terrible magnitude and was much more impacted than the previous cluster had impacted it.

“What's the matter?” Someone screamed in the blast.

But the noise drowned his questions, as did others' answers.

Brando's mind flashed with the idea that there were third parties on the battlefield?

Is it Madara's backup or Dead Spirit's ally?

He turned to Instarone, but the latter was as blind as Tagus' face, and they had not seen such an offensive and tactical approach.

Is this magic?

Brando always felt a little familiar, and he was wondering if the Buga were involved in the war, which was very likely for the Silver Nation, because after all, their opponent was the Dragon of Dusk.

Soot quickly dissipated.

Someone immediately screamed, "Look over there! ”

Brando looked in that direction, only to see the cloudy fog on the horizon, rising a white fog of tens of feet, in the fog, as if there were thousands of troops, gathering.

That's the anonymous.

The direction they are…

With a slight tightness in his heart, Brando sees a row of longguns in the mist, armored, and a lost knight riding a horse made of cloud fog coming out of the depths of cloud fog:

They're queuing up.

The knights of the unnamed passed in front of the left and right knights with no expression, no speech, a cape and a crowned knight of the unnamed, holding a long sword, the tip of a translucent sword like a reflection of the sun.

“That was the first Jun Ek...” Blank exclaimed in shock.

Brando saw it, too.

That's the Sacred Sword of the Lion Heart.

That scene seemed to coincide with one another a thousand years ago.

Above the plain, the flags sparkled, the knights wore helmets and guns, and they lined up against each other, facing the Cruz heavy cavalry.

The man shouted to them before them:

“Elouin, my knights, are you afraid? ”

There is only one answer.

……

“Here they come again, Your Majesty. ”

A pale elongated hand slowly lowered the scepter flowing with silver light and she looked over the battlefield silently.

“That was our hero who slept in the long river of history, and the pioneers had long passed away, but they still sheltered us, Lord Isaac. Do you still think we are the only ones facing this war alone? ”

“But I don't understand, Your Majesty, who are they? ”

Sandalwood, the tallest man with a mercury wand, spoke that name in an almost insignificant voice:

“Army of the earth. ”

A string of pale knights are walking out of the cloud fog, holding a long gun like a forest, the tip of the gun flashing bright lights, in the memory of their eternal sleep a thousand years ago, that only answer haunts their minds like a ghost.

What's the answer?

The horses began to accelerate, running small on the battlefield, the knights raised their heads and drained a row of guntips.

There was a white wave on the battlefield, and they were hovering, strangling thousands of army horses, and these knights, blurred faces, vague bodies, each face, represented a profound memory of the past, present and future, intertwined in their eyes.

They have no name, they have lost their nationality, they no longer belong to any nation or race, and everything they lived for, along with their past, has passed away as if it were a cloud of smoke.

And all that's left.

It exists just for this answer.

The defeated left flash stagnated, and a blade of pale cold light appeared on the battlefield, sweeping past the vast earth and slicing obliquely into the purple ocean.

Collide with it.

Brando turned around at that moment.

“We're in the war. ”

“Lord, what did you say?” Metisa asked in surprise.

“Madara can't lose this war,” Brando said to Metisa, "just like the duel that humans can't lose on the Great Plains, Odin gave us a choice, and now we have to give him an answer. ”

The answer has been waiting for a thousand years.

It was a long time.

But the four wise men eventually returned everything to the hands of those who should decide it, and at that moment Brando suddenly understood what the Holy One meant.

IX: THEHERMIT

Rusty hair is being reset.

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