The Amber Sword

“Very good.”

When Her Majesty said this, suddenly a vibration came from the direction of the altar of the Goddess of the Dead Moon, like something crashed into the temple, it must be a giant beast the size of a mountain, the whole Hall of the Dead Moon shook, white bone columns sounded squeaky, the deep arch of the head buzzed, as if the whole world was shaking, the sand fell like a waterfall.

Andrea took a step back and stabilized her center of gravity. She raised her head and revealed a vigilant look in her silver eyes. At some point, a long, dark gun appeared in her hand. It was her light spear 'Raven’.

Brando shook his body for a moment, and he immediately raised his head vigilantly to look around his left and right. This vibration was clearly homologous to the vibration he felt a moment ago. The first thing he thought about was whether the city of eternal death actually had an earthquake, but it was at this time that the third vibration had occurred.

This vibration was more pronounced than on two previous occasions, when the entire Hall of the Dead Moon slammed backwards, creating an illusion for everyone in the hall, as if the hall had translated a centimeter or two, with the sound of a glass explosion, depicting on both sides of the hallway the classic legendary rose arch windows of the Dark Scriptures breaking at the same time - whether the dragonslayer 'Hudson’, the coming of darkness, the rise of the Dead Moon or ‘Ben Burton' with his followers, as well as blood and lambs, falling from the windowsills a few metres high and falling heavily on the ground into scattered pieces of colourful glass.

The followers in the lobby created a wave-like scene when they went, losing their center of gravity and falling on the floor in rows, as if an invisible sickle had swung over the crowd's head, and the crowd was immediately short.

‘Click--’

Brando heard something crack. The voice came from the front of the lobby, and he and Andrea raised their heads subconsciously, and the two of them looked at each other with amazement, and there was a crack a few centimetres wide, starting at the neck, above the statue of the Goddess of the Moon of Death, a dozen meters high. In the constant vibrations in the lobby, the finely fragmented pieces did not fall from the crack, and then it was as if the goddess had lowered her head, the statue had broken from her neck, and a tall head had fallen from the air, falling straight down to Queen Madara and the priest Philip.

Andrea was so shocked to witness the scene that she was unaware of the consequences, but Brando, as a traveler, felt far less deeply about it, he said in his first words:

“Careful! ”

However, he soon realized that, as Emperor of the Moon of Doom Empire, it was impossible to have a sacred object without protection, that the district rockfall was unlikely to have any effect on her, that the goddess' head was empty and looked appalling, but in this magical world, it was no more powerful than a stone bomb thrown by a stone thrower.

Indeed, a conspicuous arc of light emerged from a place ten feet above Her Majesty's head. The falling stone struck the arc as if it had hit a striped iron plate. The goddess' nose touched the ground first, and it immediately collapsed into a phase. Then the entire head was completely broken from the broken nose, and turned into several non-threatening pieces of crushed stone, a bomb burst open, a sparse fell, several pieces splashed onto Philip's body not far away, and a pomp struck him on his sacrificial robe, but the latter face did not even have a frown.

Brando was struck deeply by this unexpected calming kung fu that collapsed in front of him. Would such a man be a mediocre and busy man? He couldn't help but think that he had seen ghosts before believing the unreliable claims circulated outside, and how a mediocre man could have been the second most powerful man in Madara, the priest of the Temple of the Dead Moon, in this day and age. But how could such a man willingly support a man with no background or history to become Madara's emperor, simply for mercury wands? Brando was more willing to believe that perhaps the Lord of the High Priesthood had truly obtained a divine message that would allow his eyes to see through the fog of the future and see Madara, the unity of this dark moon empire.

“Chris... My lord...?” At this point Andrea suddenly lost her voice.

This is what Brando realized. He raised his head, and this found that the statue of the goddess had almost half left. Her upper body had been completely cracked. After rolling off her head, the part above her waist had also collapsed, and several pieces had fallen from both sides. One of them fell on the giant spider at her feet, smashing the spider into pieces. Her two arms, landing on the floor, had also been severed several times. One of the rounded little arms was still rolling bones on the floor of the obsidian stone, along the steps below the altar, rolling all the way down the hall.

It ended up parked in front of a Dead Moon monk, a young man who looked at the arm of the goddess as if it was not a sculpture, but a fleshly broken arm of the true Dead Moon goddess, Chris.

When Brando saw the color on that man's face, he suddenly reacted to what had happened - the statue of the Moon Goddess collapsed, perhaps it sounded like nothing serious, at best an ominous omen. But Brando understands that this is not the case, because this is a magical and divine world, and this is the central lobby of the Temple of the Dead Moon, a statue that, although it has not been visible for thousands of years, actually symbolizes the power of Chris, the Goddess of the Dead Moon, in this world.

And now it's blown apart.

It was not the first time in the thousands of years of the history of this dead city that it had been tested by disaster. Since the establishment of the temple, it has experienced hundreds of catastrophes of great magnitude and small magnitude. Among them were natural and man-made disasters. In the years of the brown lions of the chaotic era, the temple had suffered a fire that had just been rebuilt. The temple paid a torch and 90% of the area of the temple had been turned to ash, but only once the temple had not been damaged. When the fire spread to the thirty-third level steps outside the hall, it was miraculously extinguished, followed by heavy rain for two days and two nights in a row.

At the beginning of the first century, the Wind Pokémon invaded the land of eternal death. It was the only time in 1300 years that the Dead Pokémon had been attacked in the heart of the Land of the Dead Moon. The Wind Pokémon killed the then immortal Lord of the Dead Anthrax, pointing directly at the Holy City. At that time, the Commander of the Wind Pokémon threatened to destroy the Temple completely, but shortly after he finished this sentence, a civil unrest broke out in St. Osor, and the Pokémon's offense was stopped, allowing the Dead City to escape a havoc.

Then came the year of the frog. That was less than 300 years ago. The great earthquake in the Urquus Canyon affected the holy city of the dead. Seventy percent of the buildings in the city collapsed, and even the temple hall collapsed in half. But only when the statue was undamaged and stood in the ruins of the broken wall, when the followers of the dead moon rebuilt the temple, did it revolutionize the hall, and today's magnificent Temple of the Dead Moon.

Today, however, the statue of this goddess collapses in flames. The vibrations in the previous hall, though fierce, are still far short of the earthquake in the year of the frog. The followers of the Moon of Death are all human beings. They may not have experienced the great earthquake of more than two hundred decades ago, but there are elderly spiritual lords here who have long lives, and they stand idly when they witness the scene.

A burst of humming noise lifted from the lobby, as if the lid on the cover of something had been unveiled. The sound of whispering by believers suddenly soared. The fear of believers in the front row spread like an infectious disease. Soon they infected those in the back. The colour of the faithful 'faces became incredibly frightened. They finally couldn't hold their feet. Some people stood up from the crowd, struggling like crazy to rush out.

But they didn't have much time to get out of the shadows, a convenient arrow shot out of the shadows, right in the vest of those people, the arrow as if with unparalleled power, it turned into a black light, through the vest of those people, straight into the ground, Tail feathers still trembling.

When Brando saw the bloody feather arrows, he found that they were a black painted understeel arrow, and Maddalene's skull archers rarely used them, except for one unit, the Dark Ranger, who subconsciously looked at the black holes on either side of the hall and, with his perception, couldn't see anything.

The hall seemed to be filled with a huge will, blocking his perception, and his five senses could only extend more than a dozen meters like normal people, blocked by a dozen columns.

The dozen black feather arrows were a good deterrent to the crowd, and the confused believers stopped, and they turned back and looked at Her Majesty by the altar and Philip. What Brando admired was that Her Majesty was unreasonable enough to use a knife soldier in such a place to make this blood case, and the Philip priest next to her seemed to have not seen it, and the expression on her face was not even slightly changed.

If this happens in the Lion's Palace of the Temple of Fire, let alone the royal family of the Cruz wait to break with the Temple of Fire, in the sanctuary that represents the majesty of the Golden Flame Path, and openly slaughter its followers, what is not the rebellious god?

But the scene that is happening now also makes Brando understand that what is happening now doesn't seem to come out of nowhere. At least the queen and the Philip priest were prepared. The two seemed to have anticipated what was happening. Brando looked at the dead lords and high-ranking clerics standing below, and in the face of these people and in the fire of the soul that beats in the orbit, he saw the same horror.

He turned around and looked back at the Queen of Maddalene and Philip, which was by no means an earthquake that could not destroy the image of Chris unless it happened somewhere else, that is, beyond the boundaries of the elements.

Something happened to the gods.

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