The Amber Sword

Cold winds swung across the battlefield, the gravel crossed the pitch-black floor like smoke, and the collar flower in front of the Earl's coat swayed in one direction, holding it down with one hand, upright.

A fine line from the sky is reflected on the purple cord button, and Brando stands on the horse's back like a straight spear, facing all of this, with a big earthquake, and tiny pieces of stone translating on solid ground.

The light in the sky gradually dimmed, and the sun burned with a final trace of heat.

A silver network extends out of the cloud behind him, over his head, forward, a silver pulsed step of light forward, connected to each other, a grid, a grid, sparkling.

The wind blew his long hair, dark brown hair swept across his cheek, a hint of Brando's divine serenity, as if listening to a distant song on his feet.

The song, like a long wind, crosses the battlefield, with countless ideals, countless memories.

Tens of thousands of voices, overlapping each other; tens of thousands of wills, united.

Cloud fog runs above the battlefield.

The knights of nothingness stopped, and their blurred faces looked as if they had a gaze at one end of the battlefield.

In all corners of the battlefield, twenty-seven Legusheng kings wearing laurels turned back on their horses, holding their swords in their hands and casting their eyes in one direction.

The Sacred Sword of the Lion's Heart sparkles.

Seven hundred and eighty years ago, a cavalry arrived in today's gray valley.

A man raised his sword before the knights and said:

“I swear by my sword that Eluin will carry glory and will do all that oppression and inequality, and that my people, my subjects, will follow the oath of the pioneer and will continue along this path, and that if one day the glory leaves us, the sword will no longer shelter the country. ”

One thousand and six hundred years ago, a flag rose above the battlefield of the Great Plains, reflecting the dawn of that day's birth.

“So why are we fighting? Knights, Cruz people, my brothers —— for victory, for the future, for tomorrow, for our children, no longer live in the shadow of the Minors. What we need, not charity, men, tell me, what do we need? ”

Hear the king's ear with the blade of golden flame.

Long winds blow through the clouds.

The bird opened its wings and made a noise.

Nine hundred and ninety years ago, the Fog Pokémon was founded in the Supreme Court.

“This forest of eternal family, it will be our kingdom from now on, elves, we tread thousands of miles to find this place of eternal residence, we are born here, we sleep here, there will be no war from now on...”

An era ago, two great will converged on the top of the cloud.

“Twilight, this is a different time, and the future will no longer be yours and ours. ”

The knight raised his long gun and swore an oath, a little green light above the dome, shining like a dawn.

And then there were millions of voices, noisy, echoing in his head:

“So why are we giving up? ”

“Can you determine the consequences of failure? ”

“Martha what she's doing. ”

“This is our last concession...”

“Restart the world, sorry, we failed...”

Brando closed his eyes.

Listen, this is the voice of the pioneers.

The struggles of countless generations, the bloodshed and sacrifices of countless generations, those recorded in history, and those forgotten by history, the long rivers flowing, like glittering glitter on the river, every fragment of memory is like an epic flow.

And all of that has an ultimate answer.

When Brando reopened his eyes, the silver grid reflected deep down, like a silver fire, and the bear burned. He looked up, as if he could penetrate the clouds, and saw that row of matrices outside the Warnd world, and countless lights were dripping from those satellites, penetrating the clouds and falling to the ground.

The whole battlefield seemed to be separated by silver lines.

“This is Tiamat's code. ”

“Time and space, energy and quality, here and now, what is the ultimate power in the world? ”

“Existence -”

“Countless human beings have sacrificed countless lives, and all that has been accomplished is precisely to enable us to exist on this world, to survive civilization and order and to continue to shine for ideals and beliefs. ”

“So,” a voice said softly, "we have no reason to back off. ”

A translucent female figure was projected from the cloud and landed next to Brando, her figure slightly disturbed, as if it would disappear at any moment.

“Ms. Tiamas, perhaps I should call you Martha? ”

“Me, Martha? It's not even close. It's not a power I can grab. It's not mine.” The woman shook her head with a smile.

“So, you set this all up. Who are you? ”

Brando felt the power of empathy in his body, and he asked so softly if he didn't understand what was happening at this moment and had a lifelong experience.

I looked at him and said three words in my mouth.

The Holy One.

“So, why? ”

“Don't you have an answer?” Turning to look at the nearer clusters of armies, he answered.

“What power is this?” Brando raised his head and looked at the silver columns falling from the sky, penetrating the clouds like rain dots, and a bunch of them drooling on the horizon.

“This is the power, the power of the whole world. ”

“This world, made of and born for it, is what the dragon of dusk has been so bitterly pursuing - the truth about the world, but unfortunately it belongs only to the true king. ”

“The true king, who are you talking about? ”

He looked at him for nothing and shook his head: “Maybe it's you, but not quite, but maybe one day you'll get the key. So, now, get a good feel for it, and maybe this is the last thing I can do for you. ”

Brando did not hear the meaning behind this sentence, he took a deep breath and the tremors of the earth were becoming more apparent and the clusters of armies were almost close to his eyes.

He raised his head and stared at the battlefield in front of him. At that moment, it was as if the will had been imposed on him, and countless voices echoed in his mind, converging into words.

“This is our power, our kingdom, our civilization, our history, this is time and space, the blade God has given us, this is amber, the sword that changes destiny, and one day it will go back to everything, change everything ——”

“Step forward, our heirs, our kings, we will crown you personally, take the laurels, take the shower, take over the power, end it all, fate and chains. ”

Brando Five points up, gently.

Right across from the Black Plague Corps...

The whole frontal regiment of clusters.

A loud bang, millions of clusters, rising from the ground, struggling helplessly in the middle of the air.

There was a moment of silence on the battlefield.

Outside the Vaughn atmosphere, in a matrix arranged like a star ring, tens of millions of satellite surfaces emit a bright light band that emits intense light and runs wildly.

A bright river of light, overhanging the entire sky of the world, stretches over the long sky like a flowing galaxy, shining bright light.

That moment.

The whole world resonates with it, deep in the world, as if a voice were echoing, and that scepter of truth is slowly descending from the sky of the world.

It's in Brando's hand.

Her Majesty the Queen of Madara even forgot to pick up her own mercury cane.

The Lords of the Dead have found no fault with their monarchs.

Adenie unbelievably covered her mouth.

Tagusler tightened the reins and looked at the scene with complexity.

“Martha... come on.” The knights were almost * * squeezing these bytes out of the deep throat.

Behind everyone, Metissa looked at the scene brilliantly, deeply filled with deep worship, but she looked at her companions, turned her horses, and her head didn't go back in one direction.

“Attack… attack? ”

Among the Lords of the Dead, some ask like this.

Instaron suddenly turned back.

“Where are the reinforcements? ”

“Where are the reinforcements? ”

He asked vigorously that the frontal attack by the cluster army was really contained by that man, who had a huge void on the front, and suddenly realized that the war would be silenced as long as there was a viable army that could penetrate a weakness on the battlefield from the flank.

But...

Where are the reinforcements?

Black Epidemic Corps?

No, they're not.

He turned around with Blank to look for Metissa, but there was a trail of a little Silver Elf princess, and Instaron and the marshal were facing each other.

Suddenly the wind on the battlefield grew bigger.

Brando turned around and the dancing hair almost covered his eyes, captivating his gaze, but he silently didn't say anything, he was just waiting, waiting for the arrival of the Vitality Army in Metisa's mouth.

He believed in this little Silver Elf princess, as much as he trusted himself, and he knew that Metisa would never lie to him.

He waited quietly.

But there wasn't much time left for him.

Above his head, the star river is still brilliant.

Tiamas' projection was beside him and his face remained unchanged.

The wind went wild.

The wind swept across the battlefield, as if suddenly, in the camp of the dead, the black flag suddenly raised high on one side, the hunting sounded, between the eyes, was already a sea of flags.

The airflow swept through the gravel, like a dust storm, from above the battlefield.

Dead sorcerers and dead sorcerers raise their heads.

The Dark Lord and the Dead Generals turn back in unison.

They dance in the eyes of the fire of the soul, reflecting a black rose flag dancing, deep in the eyes, but with a hint of doubt.

Where does this wind come from?

……