The Amber Sword

Brando turned around and looked at the others in the wind with the smell of smoke.

The phoenix breathed in a small breath and tried to calm down her mood, and she answered openly: "Like Madara, Jiufeng has fought strange wars over a long history, and we have lost countless loved ones, from whatever standpoint, the teacher, I am willing to fight them. ”

Rookie walked up.

“Count. ”

“You want the Jade Sword back?” Brando's words penetrated his mind.

“But our strength is insignificant. ”

“It's okay, I need you to make a commitment. ”

“A ghost car promises a thousand gold. ”

“Even about the mystery of jade? ”

Fanchy hesitated for a moment and nodded his teeth.

Brando suddenly appeared with a blue jade sword in his hand, and he reversed the tip of the sword and handed it over. “I hope you don't disappoint me, Mr. Archie. ”

Fanqi's pale hand held the handle of the Jade Sword.

Then Quill grabbed Adenie's shoulder, who wanted to rush up, and when the latter earned back, he yelled anxiously, “This is an opportunity for him to give us back the Eye of Knowledge. What are you doing, Quill? ”

The Elf Ranger looked at her and shook her head silently: "This is not an opportunity, Adenie. Does the Eye of Knowledge really belong to us? ”

“But it...”

“Neither you nor I are its owners, we are only those who carry it, the Eye of Knowledge remains in the desert country because it chose Rubik, and it is still the same today -”

“So what do we do, what do we do with our mission? ”

“Have you forgotten the teachings of God? ”

“Of course not. ”

“That's enough,” Naquel loosened her shoulder: “Wisdom is the power of silence, and we must always see the way forward, know who our enemies and friends are, and keep up with him. He's right, Madara cannot lose this war. ”

“Humph!” Adenie hummed, pulling out her long sword and turning around, the bright tip of her sword pointed high into the sky and shouting, “Knights of the Knights of the Wings of the Pull, no... I mean colleagues of the Sun's Flower Mercenaries, pull your sword, let's go! ”

“What is the Sunflower Mercenary Group again? ”

“God knows, don't question the Vice Commander's ability to name names, you know, she had her first cat called Ash, Ash's daughter called White White, White White's son called Black and Black. ”

“What about a black son or daughter? ”

“No, there was one time when the Deputy Head of Mission took him out without holding him so tight that he flew away and never came back. ”

“That's sad. ”

The knights couldn't help but laugh and pull out their swords.

The wind brought the Rubik's conversation to Brando's ear, and he glanced in that direction, pulling the Winged Knight Regiment. No wonder these knights are so high in quality. That is the Templar Knight Regiment of Rubik, the core force that guards the Sun Temple. Their position is similar to that of the Flaming Knight of Cruz, but less than half the number of Flaming Knights.

“Mr. Blank,” Brando said, "Miss Magdalene will be at your disposal, and it may be difficult to take care of her on the battlefield later. ”

Blank nodded.

“Metissa, you're next. ”

The little Silver Elf princess silently lit her head, holding up her right hand, and a silver-shinkling card spinning in her palm, eventually turning into a long trumpet.

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“Whose horn is that? ”

She looked back at the group.

“It could be their horn...”

“They haven't blown a trumpet in days, so why suddenly blow a trumpet today? ”

“This… we do not quite understand, Your Majesty. ”

“Then find out...”

“Yes, Your Majesty. ”

She turned around, and the black robe ran across the marble platform like water, and the cane in the pale hand flowed with a mercury-like glow, and the pale face looked as if it had no living emotions, indifferent, faint, or compelling--

Dead spirits regained their roots, white fog was eroding the entire battlefield, thousands of knights lined up, like an invisible knife blade cut into the clusters of armies, and when knights collided with the clusters, there was no sound - neither a scream nor a metal collision, as if silent images, the playback of that scene a thousand years ago - the knights of nothingness missed the clusters directly like ghosts.

But the image returns to normal at the next moment, and the cluster surfaces that come into contact with the unnamed quickly lose their color, become dimly lit, and then break apart and crumble into colorless, transparent crystal fragments.

This intangible blade swept across the left wing of the battlefield, where the clusters of armies immediately collapsed, and a huge void appeared in the battlefield, as if the Dead Spirit could seize the opportunity and win the battle.

But the seven Legions of the Undead are powerless, at least twenty times more than their enemies are dying to nail every minute of the reserve of the Undead in place, and the clusters work in chaotic hours, but they work.

Like their opponents, they do not fear death.

The man with the mercury wand had a cold black eye, and she had not given any orders, as if the battle had nothing to do with the survival of the Black Rose of Bromando.

But everyone understands that when the war reaches this point, all that remains is to do as God commands.

And if the month of death befalls everyone.

Ooh, the trumpet sounds again...

Andrea and her colleagues are coming out of a crystalline forest, and the battle across the Strait of Finhotus is in front of one hundred and twenty-two goddesses of war.

In the southern part of the Dead Moon, no place was named Finhotos, which is called the Strait because it lies between the Still Sea and the Moon Sea, the names of which are said to come from an ancient heritage, and the only ‘land’ that protrudes‘ the sea ’between them can be called the Strait.

Beyond the boundaries of the elements, there is no real sea, even with sea water, which has long been consumed by the frenzied magic of dozens of thousands of years of war, a world of utter survival.

But there is no word for hope, and it is precisely because of it that Warnde nurtures life and the future in her sleep, like a swaddled baby.

Mothers gave them to two worlds.

As brothers and sisters, it is their duty to protect the world, and the people born here have never regretted it, because they believe that one day, with the support of their brother, who has grown up, this war will be overhauled.

That's the only hope in the world.

The world, called Margaritos, is a metaphorical frontier.

This is the frontier of civilization.

Andrea looked at everything on the battlefield, and for a moment there were millions of memories in her heart, most of them not coming from her, but from the last moments of the lives of countless ancestors who had sacrificed themselves on the battlefield, whose experiences were remembered in the hearts of every posterity, along with the Hippocampus.

‘One day, from another world, the people we guard will come from behind the door, the power of civilization that grows, and will finally win this battle of eternity -’

‘We're running out of support, day after day, year after year, where are they? ’

‘Are we abandoned, Lord Martha...? ’

‘I don't want to die! ’

‘Andrea, I'm in pain...’

“Here they come.” Andrea said quietly, "Sisters. ”

Though still weak, the seeds of hope have been planted, and one day it will grow into a tree of paradise. In this way, the war also makes sense.

Andrea turns around.

“Prepare to fight, sisters, the spirits cannot support much of the time, the key is to tell them, to tell every Vaughander that the army of the earth is still fighting -”

She's wearing a helmet.

Everyone did the same thing, wearing a helmet.

The helmet is very different from Warnde's, and it doesn't have a metallic shine on its surface, but it's more like a crystal coat of armor with a dark, sunken, dark green glow on it.

A row of data drips down from the black crystal surface, like a waterfall, reflecting Andrea's eyes.

Then it turns into one, forming a spinning, Tiamat imprint.

“Request High Agreement Authorization…”

“Entering the battlefield…”

“Requesting battlefield data chains...”

“Load the Tiamat system. ”

“Authority: Goddess of War. ”

One hundred and twenty people, looking slightly, had a bright silver mark on their foreheads. “Flight form.” Andrea's voice reaches the ears of every companion through the psychic communication system.

Only will cannot be destroyed, and psychic communication is the safest mode of transmission on the battlefield at dusk.

Legend has it that this is a system developed by the people of God and the magicians of travel.

One hundred and twenty-two wings of light stretched out behind them simultaneously.

“Request nuclear XIV to drop weapons, raid configuration--”

Andrea, look up.

In the sky, three giant spots of light appear above the clouds, three formats of vertical and horizontal interleaved lines of law that correspond to the stars of the dragon of war, Tiamat, and the giant formats of law rotate like gears.

Each turn sweeps a thick cloud and a light column descends from the sky to various positions on the battlefield.

Andrea raised her hand and immediately a beam of light appeared in her hand, which solidified in a few seconds to form a dark blade of war.

Then the columns of light fell on her, and the streamlined armor immediately covered her body.

“Get ready to go! ”

She shouted.

“Wait, there are more advanced permissions on the battlefield! ”

Suddenly, someone screamed.

There was a panic when the communication channel went down.

For 1,600 years, the footprints of the Gods have once again appeared outside the boundaries of the elements, and Andrea has overwhelmed her mind with shock, whispering to her colleagues:

“Don't mess around. Lock him up and ask who he is. ”

“Is it Gaia's will? ”

“Or the Truth? ”

“Andrea...” The voice on the communication channel almost cried out: “His privileges are too high for us to ask. Oh, my God, look at that marker… So that's...? No, no, no... he's not the first generation... that's...”

“Martha on, the ancestors...!! ”

Seven thousand years later.

The ancestors returned to Warnde.

……