The Amber Sword

The wind smells like salt, like sea breeze. Then she heard the sound of the tsunami, which was so familiar, and that was the echo of the battlefield.

She opened her eyes and saw herself standing on the hill, staring at the banners of the mountains, spears and armored knights.

“Captain,” Metissa saw the swordsman in the silver mask bowing to herself and saying to herself in a mechanical tone: "Everything is ready, let's attack the enemies of Al-Quds Al-Sharif -”

The knights looked in this direction.

……

“You bloody human bugs!” The rumbling roar echoed in a void. The image of Akan, king of Purgatory, woke up from a nightmare and opened his eyes suddenly. His red forehead was filled with fine blood-red sweat beads, “ah--!” It suddenly shrunk its entire body into clumps and made an awesome scream.

“I'm going to kill you! ”

After another angry roar, the void was covered in a bloody red light, as if the whole world was chestnuted under such a shock that it took about five or six minutes for everything to return to calm.

After the lightning dissipated, the demon lord's strong body was reappeared, and the monster gasped heavily, and when it regained its head, the blood-red eyeballs in his pupils had disappeared, leaving only a void of pitch black.

Although Tauchik's projection inherited only part of its power, it took countless hours to create these identities under the seal, and the fear and pain it felt when it projected death, and the backlash of power almost killed it.

Arkenturo grinds his teeth, but soon calms down - the young man is astonishingly strong - although he is not sure if he is a young man, because after entering the realm of sage, appearance ceases to be the criterion for determining a person's age. And its projections, while there are two more hidden above the Green Sea, do not pose any threat to that young man -- except death.

And of course, it's got a lot of followers, the sheepheads, but it's just a bunch of cannonball ants.

“I'm going to imprison that damn human soul forever and make him suffer forever beneath the river of coke," Arkentu glanced indifferently at this cage where he had been imprisoned for thousands of years: "I'll have a chance to listen to his plea. ”

The view in the void changed in his vision, and then he saw an infinite ocean, a chain of pearlescent islands in deep sea water.

On the island of Denona, the sheep's chief priests are praying. The demons of the island, long before and after the forest shadow, a group of sheep leaders came here to build the temple of worship of Arkentu. The cults abducted people from the mainland to establish settlements such as villages, ports, etc., where they needed the population to serve themselves, on the one hand, and the needs of live festivals and developers, on the other.

That was half a century ago, when the islands were now held entirely by sheep leaders, and since the spirits of Maddala had no fishing industry in the hinterland, few vessels could be seen all year round over the Green Sea, apart from a fixed trade route, and very few people knew what was happening on the island.

As for the crew members of the vessels who had fallen into the area by storm or for whatever reason, they were either trapped as cults or, most likely, sacrificed at some ritual of sacrifice.

Above the main island of this archipelago lies one of the most magnificent temples, with the statue of Arkentou in the centre - but the statue of the devil, though magnificent, has little sacred significance, and the twisted muscle lines and long horns, the shady faces and the burrs on the hooves of the lower half give a feeling of gloom and repression.

Several sparse butter candles burned in the lobby, exacerbated by dim light, and priests in black robes bowed their heads and prayed to their masters. A moment later, a great deal of pressure descended into the hall.

“Randall, my servant, are you calling me? ”

Sounds of majesty and sharp murmurs rang in the lobby, shocking everyone's ears. And when it was heard, all the believers in the lobby were on their faces, and the chief priest answered hastily:

“Yes, my esteemed master. ”

“You better have a reason.” Arkentu doesn't speak well.

“Master, I am reporting to you on the ceremonial process, and we have found a third sealed Fahrenheit, although more sacrifices are needed to destroy Fahrenheit, and almost all the population of the island has been organized together, but the gap is still considerable, although I expect that we will be able to bring enough alternatives from Tauchik in about two months, up to three months. ”

Arkentu snorted coldly, apparently very dissatisfied with the efficiency of his servants.

After a cold sweat on Rando's forehead, he heard that his demon master was clearly not in a good mood. If he could not satisfy the other party, he would not lose his life, but would be sad for the next day.

He stumbled and said, "Dear master, there is one other thing. ”

“Say it.”

“A boat broke into our waters, and yesterday our patrol boat observed it outside the Green Sea, as if it were coming towards us. ”

“Doesn't that happen that the crew on the boat can be used as a sacrifice for Easter, and you're wasting my time on that little thing?” Artukan doesn't give a shit.

“No, no, I would never dare, my esteemed master, just...”

“Cut the crap, don't swallow it. ”

Randall was shocked and hurried to answer: “The boat seems to be one of our own, with the Church crest on the sail, but without the password flag, the boat seems to have come from the Torchick route. ”

“Tawkick?” Arkentu's eyes flashed: “Have you not come into contact with them? ”

“This...” Randall sweats, "My esteemed master, this is how I have ordered the patrol fleet to stop them, but the unfavourable fools, hundreds of them, were defeated by several people in the district. ”

“What, that ship has a great character? ”

“Here's the thing, my lord, there are a few young people on that boat, it's very tricky...”

Arkentu silenced for a moment and asked, "Is it human? Nine Phoenix, Cruz or Madara's Dark Nobility? ”

“Not Madara's dark nobility, my esteemed master, several of whom are nine phoenixes… as if there were another Eruin. ”

Arkentu closed his pitch-black, hollow eyes and opened them again, and he had guessed in his heart who these uninterrupted guests were.

Did these people come for it? It starts with a slight panic, and of course, if it's the body, it's not afraid of Brando, but it's obviously not the half-dead it is now. Its projection does not play a role at all in such a level of battle, and if the other party is aiming at it, it has chosen its weakest moment, which makes it very difficult to fail to panic.

But then it calmed down, and it realized that the possibility was small, that its seal had not been fully opened, and that it was impossible for the other party to harm it through the seal. The Bukans and the Gods who sealed it were not yet able to do so, let alone the weak mortals of this era.

But will the other party come to secure the seal? Nor does it look like, Arkentu thought, in that crowd, it didn't see a wizard or a similar character, and they were accompanied by a dragon.

A dragon, this idea startled Arkentu, and he immediately realized that he might have found the truth of things, and that the other side was headed towards the line of stagnation.

“So that's it.” It thinks, and at the same time it spins dark thoughts. A moment ago, it had not panicked about whether or not it had come to itself, and at this moment, it had begun to realize the opportunities hidden in it.

“Good," Arkentu muttered to himself in the void: "Perhaps I can use this opportunity to achieve what I want, you goddamn human bugs, and you will regret your actions, and if I succeed, I will do you good. ”

It particularly intensifies the pronunciation of the last few words.

In the lobby, Randall strangely discovered that the pressure that had descended on the 'statue' had disappeared, apparently their demon master had left. But this priest feels a little out of his mind. What should we do with him? Is it because of his extreme dissatisfaction with what he did that the esteemed master left without a single order? But it doesn't look like much. In his knowledge, the owner of the purgatory is not a patient master, and if he says something wrong, he will be punished for life rather than death.

But what's happening now, not just Randall, is that all the sheep in the lobby are confused. Someone whispered, “What do we do now, Lord Priest? ”

“This...” Randall wiped a cold sweat on his forehead and hesitated: "It looks like the esteemed master is quite unhappy with us, we must not let that ship go deep into the Green Sea, we must stop them immediately -”

“No!” the sharp voice in the void sounded again, interrupting Randall's words: “You fool, let them in. ”

“Dear Master, I don't quite understand...”

“You don't need to understand,” Arkentu replied coldly, "to complete your ritual. ”

“But…”

“No, but do as I say. ”

Once again, the sharp voices silenced in the lobby, leaving only the sheep-heads facing each other.

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