The Amber Sword

A platoon of wizards wrapped in black robes are entering from behind the Army of the Dead, ranging from hundreds to thousands, and the scene here appears to be a bit of a strange silence compared to the heat on the front line.

These bone claws of Whiteson, stretched out from under the sleeve of the robe, held onto the cane in his hand.

It is a cane distinct from the simple bone cane in the hands of the corpse witches, made of dark metal, as if it were the legendary gold of the two worlds of communion, above the cane head, the king's tear stone sparkles.

This is the First Magic Regiment of the Dead from Barakilevo, a regiment of witches that will shock the world in the battle of Sifah.

In the fierce wind on the battlefield, a bone hand lifted the hood of the cloak, revealing a miserable white skull below, and the dark red dots in Victor's orbit looked over the battlefield - Madara, this black rose of Bromando is fading.

A line of similarly dressed wizards came to him in black robes, side by side with him, forming a long front on the battlefield.

A silent front.

But, Madara, everything must fade away, everything must sleep forever, and Martha, everything is so in tune with the law and the common sense.

Viktor, king of witches, master of Barakilevo, raised the sceptre in his hand, and that king of gems, the Prometheus diamond, which emerged from the sea of the dead moon, shed a dim light in the wind.

The dead lose their skies, they lose their freedom to soar, but they also have magic, and death is still enough to sweep through everything.

“Darkness and eternity.” It emits a monotonous, dry byte from the dry throat.

“All things are dead.” The voices are all alike.

An array of laws unfolds on the horizon, and they rotate like an open light door flashing slightly.

A green light rises from the horizon and reflects deep into Brando's eyes, as if it were a long parabolic line drawn from a distant sky, transformed from far to close into a stream of light.

Everyone turned their heads subconsciously.

The green beam of light leaves a long shadow in the field of view, right in the middle of the clusters of ocean, it blows up like a blossom of plague with a glow of green, and the clusters of crystals are lifted by huge shock waves, thrown off, and then fall like rain.

“Careful, it's a test shot!” Instalon shouted.

As if to respond to his words, there was a green light rising on the horizon.

Like countless rising suns in the sky.

They're turning to...

Like a storm, it landed on top of a cluster position.

Twenty-nine giant clusters instantly turned into pink powder, green streams of light fell into the sea of clusters, each time falling, blowing a huge void in the dense, numb purple ocean, almost hectares, the clusters had to collapse backwards.

This is arguably their first retreat since the beginning of the war.

Blank was excited to go back to the jihad 60 years ago, as if he cared nothing about the magic of death that had swept over his head, shouting to everyone: "My lord, the dead are covering us. This is an opportunity! ”

“Where's the chance? ”

Brando also asked aloud.

“Around the flanks of the cluster!” Metissa glanced around and immediately replied: "When the magic of the Sovereign Sovereign is over, the clusters organize a new offensive, and it is time for us to play our part. ”

Blank gave the Silver Elf Princess a thumb on the horse's back.

“What do you think?” Brando looked at Installon.

“If the Black Epidemic Legion can hold up in the front.” Instaron nodded too.

Brando, who could not fail to listen to the three top commanders, looked up and quickly chose a route on a chaotic battlefield.

Once again, the Silver Crescent and the Lily flag moved on the battlefield.

I finally got a little admiration for staring deep into those black eyes on the battlefield.

She nodded.

“Is the Black Plague Corps in place? ”

“Yes, Your Majesty, but what about the Air Force?” Isaac looked with some apprehension at the clusters of warriors above his head, and the nightmare had almost flown over the battlefield, and that huge thing on the cloud was slowly moving in that direction.

She looked up at the sky and looked a little dull, but let down her long eyelashes: “Leave them alone. ”

A platoon of heavily shielded crusader executioners are coming out of the sea of skeleton soldiers, coming to the front line, queuing in a row, quickly building a solid three-storey line of defense over the battlefield.

The corpse witches looked out through the gap between these giant Dead Heavy Infantry Shields, and the green beam was falling from that direction, the blast light continued, huge voids appeared on the battlefield, the left wing of the Black Epidemic Corps, and thousands of fluorescent white knights were making a detour.

They raise their hands.

The rear spirit wizards immediately turned around and threw a subpoena spell, which was assembled to the front commander of the battlefield, and the lower spirit lords passed the message through the subpoena crystal to the nearest crystal tower and then to the command center of the entire battlefield.

Black Plague Legion in place -

“Prepare for the second wave of impact! ”

“Round two is here! ”

At the end of the magic of the Legion of Witches.

The purple tides of the clusters swept back in, paving the battlefield in seconds and crashing in that direction.

This time, it was not the quadrupedal clusters similar to those of arthropods, but the thick head, but the low center of gravity of the cluster beetle, the Raiders of the Record of the Undead, which has always been a strong force in raids in the Cluster Army.

“Prepare for impact! ”

“Estimated arrival in five minutes! ”

The Sorcerers of the Dead speedily gave an order.

But what everyone expected was that the first ones to arrive were not these runaway clusters, but nightmares in the sky. The Nightmare Army finally flew over the Undead Army at this moment, screaming and immediately diving into Madara's position.

Nightworms spread their claws open and cut into the realm of the dead like a sharp blade. Almost instantly, the front of the Black Plague Corps swayed.

Eruin's silver and white flag killed the fence at this moment.

The flag circled around the right wing of the Cluster Army and came back from the hilly direction. Blank looked at the scene with a bit of intensity, “Oh no, the odd air advantage is too obvious, the dead spirit can't support the front...”

“There must be another chance.” Instaron said out loud.

“Is there another chance?” Brando pulled the reins and turned around on the horse's back and asked.

Metissa stunned for a moment.

“What's wrong with you, Metissa? ”

“No, nothing.” Madison looks a little strange: “Lord, what are you going to do? ”

“There's another chance. ”

Brando squinted his eyes and said, "If I can stop an army attack in the front, can you find an opportunity in that, Instarone, Metisa? ”

“What did you say, Mr. Brando?” Adenie questions aloud: "We can't do that. ”

“It's not us, it's me,” Brando turned around and asked solemnly: "What happens? ”

Everyone was shocked.

Blank swallowed a sip of spit and replied: "If the Dead Spirit can draw a Vitality Army...”

“Dead spirits can draw a life force," Metissa reacted suddenly at this time, her silver eyes sparkling with some unknown light: “Lord, if you can do it, we can win this war. ”

“Metissa? ”

“Lord, please hand over command of the battlefield to Mr. Installon, who I am sure will do well.” Metisa answered resolutely.

Brando took a look at this little Silver Elf princess.

The two eyes meet as if they were hearts and minds.

“I'll leave that to you. ”

“Miss Delphine. ”

Delphine looked up at him.

“Protect yourself. ”

Prime Minister Jin Jin was slightly stunned, his eyes flashed with an indescribable light.

Brando turned around, held Orphis in his hand, and turned to them and said, “Don't let us down, Mr. Instarone. ”

He clamped his belly and accelerated his sitting horse's small steps, leaning slightly, one riding towards the center of the battlefield.

“Count!” Instaron looked incredibly at each other's backs. He muttered: "You really impress me...”

“Mr. Installon.” Metissa cautioned beside him.

“Miss Metissa,” Instalon knew that the little Silver Elf Princess was the heart of the former, and he turned around and said solemnly to her: "We hope to have a good time working together, and we will fight side by side -”

“No,” the little princess shook her head and smiled slightly: "This is your war, Mr. Installon, it's not mine. ”

The future Black Lord of Madara stood still for a moment.

The pale army of the dead, the pitch-black land, the purple crystal ocean, the three colors interwoven on the earth beneath the sky, approaching slowly, the spear is emitting in a row, the soldiers of the dead are unaware of fear, deep in the orbit only the fire yearning for eternal death.

Lightning travels through the clouds, and meteorites are dragging long tail flames down from the distant sky.

But between the two distinct colors, a human knight emerged at this moment.

One by one, a long sword shining with Jin Hui, between the army of the dead and the waves swept by the clusters, raw insertion.

“Who's that? ”

The dead lords panicked, and the sound of panic fluctuated.

The dark eyes reflected the man standing on the horse's back, the wind blowing his long hair and dancing.

She clasped her lips, holding a mercury cane in her pale hand, silent.

She recognized the man.

Everything in that prophecy...

Brandler tightened the reins.

He turned his horse and stopped between the army of the dead and the tidal cluster. Behind a platoon of heavy infantry of dead spirits retreating from the nightmare attack, countless corpse and dead spiritual wizards watched the scene overwhelmingly.

Why is there a human here?

What's he doing here?

Is he crazy?

Brando, however, turned his back on them.

In his eyes, a purple line appeared on the horizon in front of him, which covered the entire battlefield and was rapidly becoming clearer and clearer. In that flood, it was a monster with tens of thousands of teeth and claws, hundreds of thousands of them.

He also wanted to ask himself if he was crazy, but there was a clear voice in his heart telling him that he could do it.

Because in his body, the voice of the law is resonating, and that's time, space, the power of the whole world, and they're interwoven with each other.

That is, the power of existential--

The power of elemental jewellery has resonated completely.

Brando, raise your hands.

Suddenly, a continuous silver network appeared on the cloud, stretching forward and backward across the battlefield in a blink of an eye.

Everyone looked up in shock, reflecting this bright web:

“Holy power! ”

Bang softly.

Mercury wand landed on the high ground.

……

(PS: Number 23, please, next month's ticket, gentlemen.