The Amber Sword

The shepherds looked at Brando in the lobby like they saw a ghost, and even if their worshippers were still on the scripture stage, they could not help but retreat from Brando with deep fear.

Brando's chills were so intense that even Delphine, a little closer to him, felt a little unbearable and his pale teeth fought.

Phoenix Fire looked at her teacher with some surprise, and for the first time she saw Brando like this, even when Finhotos fought Dusk.

This is the power of the rule.

Undoubtedly.

But the power of this rule is not cold or any byte related to ice. Even Housch can't help looking back at the guy who 'grabbed’ himself to this place on the way. He is still a little weak today because of Arkentu. This weakness is all the more evident under Brando's open field. He even has the illusion that the man in front of him just needs one eye to freeze himself into ice and turn it into flying ash.

“The basic thermal movement of confinement of space, matter and elements… this is the element of space… time, space and cause… this is…”

Arkentusha's dumb voice sounds like it's coming from the depths of hell, and it's staring at Brando red-eyed, biting his teeth and growling: “Sage... the power of the goddamn Sage, good, you remind me of that goddamn Minor, and I'll make you taste the anger from hell! ”

It screamed and just lifted its paws, but it was at this time that space seemed like a strange misalignment, with the devil king Arkentu's head skewed, and a line of blood appeared at the link between his shoulder and his body.

The blood line continued to stretch backwards, carrying a ripple in the space, sweeping across from the small space, past where the bench only saw a row of breaks from each other; clicking slightly, the ripple swept across the wall north of the chapel, and immediately a straight, leaning black line appeared above the wall, which went from top to bottom, dividing the entire temple into two parts.

Time seems to have settled in at that moment.

The demon king's face still had a horrifying look on it, and he screamed: "No ——! ”

In the bloody fog of heaven, including all the sheep-heads present, everyone saw Arkentu's right arm suddenly twisted around in an undesirable position and then fell off his shoulder, with silk thread at the break, spinning and dancing against a stone column not far away.

Everyone opened their mouths.

Especially the followers of Arkentu, as if to see one of the most incredible things in their lives.

But this is just the beginning, not the end.

When Arkentu's right arm crashed against the stone column and bounced back to the ground, scrolling for two laps. Suddenly, a fluttering sound came from above the lobby, as if something had broken apart, people raised their heads and heard only a loud noise. Suddenly, the lobby staggered along that slope above the north wall, and the ground slammed down on one side, pulling the temple down dozens of centimeters in an instant.

After the staggered cracking of the walls, it was revealed that only one crack had extended in the direction of the lobby's settling, and that the sheep leaders gathered outside had already bloodshed into rivers, and a straight line seemed to divide Hadran into two parts, starting from this temple, separating the port from the centre.

The rift continues into the bay beyond the harbour, where the crowd sees a miracle that they will never forget.

There is only a visible white line on the distant surface of the sea, which stretches into the deep sea, separating left and right, forming a deep valley and waterfalls parallel to each other.

A sword splits the sea--

Phoenix couldn't help but cover his mouth.

Translating mountains and rivers, falling stars and moons, overthrowing the great power of the oceans and rivers, the end of the power of the worlds.

In the legendary realm of sage, which has not appeared on this earth for thousands of years, there is no similar legend in the world of mortals when the ethnicity of gold and silver is hidden.

And today.

The most magnificent chapter described in the poem of the heavens, the saints of mortals, is back.

Housch seemed to be bewitched, petrified in place, and he thought the gap between himself and Brando was at least traceable. Even on the battlefield of Finhotos, Brando fought the whole army of dusk alone, and he didn't think that one day he couldn't have that power.

But at this moment, facing the sword of the sea, every language lost its power of persuasion, which, he knows, is no longer the power of the universe.

This is the power of God.

Sage, God of the Worlds.

Brando, one sword at a time and pointing to Arkentu not far away, had no half-expression on his face - the earrings in Arkentu's paws, the earrings of Frofa, who had handed them back to each other personally, never to be mistaken.

Though there was little intercourse with each other, he was impressed by the silent, oligarchy girl, Aloz's companion.

The demon king is holding his big mouth in a roaring motion, but he covers his wound with one hand, his eyes and heart are full of fear, and there is only one thought in his mind:

Run!

When did the mortal become so horrible? In its time, these people were also the servants of the Minors, and there was no fighting power at all. What happened in the millennium, the Minors? Where are the Bukas? Where's the elf?

And the believers whom it had met before, should not mortals be slaves of the dead? Even the bone skeletons themselves are such weak races, why is this happening?

It had no reaction at all, because it had not experienced the age of the Saints' War, and therefore could not understand what a human sage was, in fact, if it had woken up five hundred years earlier, the world might have been more in tune with its cognition.

But at this moment, the war against chaos has arrived, and the saints of mortals have returned to the land.

Arkentu turned around and fled backwards. It was the body of the demon king. If it were here, it might still be able to fight Brando, but the power of the body was too weak, and it understood the power gap between itself and the other side. But it also has the advantage of being separated, at least being good at escaping, and if you escape from the temple, it can initiate the demons' gift transfer technique.

Its power has long faded after thousands of years of sealing, and it must not be buried here easily.

But Arkentu had just taken a step, and he was stuck.

“Time… time…”

Everything is refluxing in front of it, and the scene before it reappears, and it sees the collapsed halls recovering, scattered bricks flying back into the sky to fill their original fractures.

The broken chair is reconnected, and it has just taken two steps and is back to square one.

Akentu turned back in horror and saw only one sword sweep across his neck.

In the lobby, all the sheep were stuck in the eyes of a wooden chicken, and the head of the devil's king flew high, then landed on the ground, rolled a few laps, hit a stone column and stopped.

Over his head, his eyes stared wide, as if he didn't believe it.

Then the crowd heard a muffled noise, only to see Arkentu lose his head and kneel heavily before falling to the ground.

There was a moment of silence in the lobby.

It took a while to hear an angry growl:

“Damn humans, you're dead, I'll avenge--! ”

But the sound quickly went down and became faint and unheard.

Brando looked silently at the split altar in the temple before returning to the sheath of the sword. Ling, who had been standing next to her sister, seemed to find the opportunity to speak, and her voice said in a somewhat astringent manner: “Mr. Brando, that demon is lying to you, Miss Aroz, she is not dead...”

“What?” Brando was astonished, and the build-up of momentum dissipated. He just stunned and asked, "Wait, Aloz, why her? Isn't that Frofa? ”

Ling did not answer any more, as if she had exhausted all her strength by saying that before.

The little girl next to her seemed like she was still in a dream, and she looked at the blood on her sister's chest, and then at Brando, and she looked at the uncertain color of God.

At this time, the shepherd on the other side of the temple noticed that no one seemed to notice this side. He grabbed the cloak in his hand and suddenly sneaked out of the temple, but before he had a chance to take two steps, he was caught by a phoenix fire from behind and tripped over the sword sheath.

“That's my sister's cape!” The girl finally whispered out.

Phoenix nodded at her, but looked at Brando and asked, “Teacher, have you broken through the realm of sainthood? ”

Everyone's eyes are focused on Brando.

Brandomer nodded silently, in fact, as if he had gained some sense from the laws of space as he crossed the portal, he felt implicitly that he had touched the last door from the extreme plain to the realm of sage.

And just now, when he did it with Arkentu, because of the anger in his heart, he finally grasped that line of understanding and understood the ultimate relationship between space and time and even all things causal, Martha's law seemed to have contacted him in an instant, finally letting him see the scenery that he had never seen before and in this world.

That is the true, existential force of the world by the abyss lake.

Existential power, indeed, is the real bridge to the realm of the Sage, and no law of the Sage, modelled on the tablet of war, can do that.

This is exactly why the player has never reached this height.

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