The Amber Sword

“No,” the little princess shook her head. “There's no dust on the ground. How can you lift so much dust? ”

Aloz snorted, and Magdalene's face had changed slightly. She squatted down and rubbed her hands on the ground, then rubbed gently, and the fine willow brow wrinkled.

“It's true, it's broken, there's something wrong. ”

“Must be the sly Horn of Arkentu," Aloz scolded, "the dragon and the devil are already one of the dead enemies, not to mention the fact that she had suffered a great deal from each other in Tauchik, and had a great stereotype in her heart about the Lord of Purgatory:“ It must be around here, it has attacked Magdalene before. ”

The phoenix fire did not answer, but simply threw what was in its hand on the ground in front of it: "And there it is. ”

Aloz and Magdalene looked at the body of a strange creature on the hand of the Phoenix, and she threw it to the ground, revealing a pair of red wings behind the skinny monster.

“This is a secondary demon! ”

“It's the Arkentu guy," Little Dragon's face changed: “Where's the rest of us, Delphine? ”

……

Hundreds of millions of stars converge in a pitch-black space, reflecting a hint of death.

Nearby, almost all of the planets are fragmented and the stars are dimly lit. Occasionally, a crumbling asteroid passes in front of Brando, and the breath of time and space is no longer so vibrant that even nearby Frofa and others - or dragons, obviously - can feel it. This once perfect country is now beginning to fade.

As the twilight of the gods descends.

Although Brando can already touch a hint of the power of existence, the extreme plains that he uses the power of time and space to show are flawless, and in fact this level of country - beyond what he has heard in his last life, at least he has not seen a single player or NPC, capable of portraying such a pure law.

Though the level of power is still not high enough to even keep up with his own level of power in the days of the silver body, it is impossible to speak on the same day. At least Brando himself knew very well how much he would win or lose if he fought against himself in this state of affairs in the past.

In other words, a player in the field of sage, relying on the law alone is enough to defeat the player who catalyzed the silver body, such information to be put in the past, will definitely cause a sensation among the players. It represents an irreversible turning of most players on this road, and if so, it is not known how many people will have to delete and rewrite the numbers.

But the power of pure perfection always ends. After all, he is not a god, he can only be a mortal. Perhaps the best of mortals, but far from the kingdom of the Almighty.

His kingdom therefore inevitably swayed as his power of law began to drain.

In fact, even by now, it was surprising enough, much more than he had anticipated, and for some time Brando even suspected that Frofa and others across the street were not doing their best.

But the bodies of two giant dragons hovering not far away illustrate everything, and no one jokes about their lives, even if they are enslaved by the dragon of dusk.

Soon he understood where the problem was.

Brando had a hidden feeling that the world was embracing its own power and, to be precise, that the world was constantly transforming dark magic and transmitting it to itself. This transmission becomes particularly evident when he raises power to its peak, as the magic flood in the void increases suddenly, a feeling that must remind him of what he saw in the barrier of elements.

This is undoubtedly the effect of Martha's Tiamat rule, but it's a little different now. The Tiamat rule in Brando's memory is more gentle, it tends to change magic rather than enslave it, but here Brando feels that compulsion is obvious.

It was an absolute order, majestic, solemn and admirable.

Brando had a slightly uneven breath, while he looked with regret at the bodies of two giant dragons, a silver dragon and a black dragon, suspended in the void not far away. Brando understands that the dragon clans in front of him are not their own will, and if possible, he is as reluctant as possible to kill, but obviously there are not many options left to him on the battlefield.

Nor could he dominate the battlefield. The coalition of the Hydragons made him tired. If there was a little help, the body left here would not necessarily belong to anyone.

But even so, he chose to avoid Florfa as much as possible, or at least not to cause fatal harm to the other party - Brando knew exactly what Florfa meant to Aloz. Yet it quickly became apparent to the other side that Frofa was a new-generation genius, even among the Dragons, and that she could be the companion of a new-generation dragon like Aloz, definitely not by chance.

But when this wisdom manifested itself in the opponent, Brando had a headache. On several occasions, he had chosen to fight for his life. He could see that the dragon girl was not really desperate to die, even in slavery, simply because she saw through her weakness.

He could not ignore that weakness.

For this reason, the dragons' defenses soon stabilized, and Brando himself became left and right. In a short period of time, the battle reached its final point, when Brando felt his kingdom sway, and the dragon clans on Frofa's side naturally perceived it.

But with the exception of a few, there are still more nervous deities on their faces, including Frofa - not least because they have been dragged here for too long. In fact, at this time, Frofa was no longer too surprised to win, and what she was really worried about was her own alliance - at least a nominal alliance, the demon known as the Lord of Purgatory.

Arkentu deceived them linguistically from the outset, or they would not have been caught up in such a bitter battle, and the demons would obviously not deceive them meaninglessly - even if they had always been chaotic and evil, but they would not have deliberately sent their allies to the front line to die.

The other party must have plotted something, and Frofa had long smelled a strong conspiracy, but when she was anxious, she was not sure which side the conspiracy was targeting.

By this time, the victory or failure of this battle is irrelevant to both sides of the battle.

The dragon girl stopped first.

She took a breath and looked at Brando with some strange eyes - although she didn't know why this incredible young human being was giving in to herself, apparently the other person seemed less intent on killing them than she had imagined.

Not necessarily.

And she thought, and she said in an icy tone, "Humans, stop. ”

Brando naturally had to take a breath, and in fact at that time he saw that the dragons' wars were fading. This surprises him a little, except that Dusk Dragon - or Roman enslaves these dragon clans in a strange way, and they still retain a great deal of independence of thought - is unwavering in loyalty to Dusk Dragon.

So as soon as Frofa retreated, he heard the story stop and said, “What is it? ”

“Humanity, although we are the Lord of all things," Frofa replied, "but obviously this battle is no longer winning or losing, and your men who want to come outside have cleaned up those void beasts, but as you can see, it is unlikely that you will leave us behind. ”

“If you do your best, you can leave one or two behind.” Brando was reluctant to show weakness.

“That's true, but all you can get is a corpse," the girl said coldly, as if she were describing something completely unrelated to herself: "I can see that for some reason, though I don't know, you're reluctant to take this killer, so I suggest we take a step back. ”

“What good would it do me to let you go?” Brando procrastinated, but the brazen use of his weakness was indeed somewhat sharp, and he couldn't help but look at the dragon girl and didn't seem to have noticed her potential before.

“Needless to say, you know, there's another Arkentu in the dark counting you. Although we are barely in the same camp as that disgusting demon, that does not mean that we are happy to be treated as a chess piece, and now I doubt its loyalty to its owner, and I believe you should be happy to see us inside out. ”

“In that case, Miss Froufa, why don't you--” Brando interrupted Froufa coldly just now, “Humanity, I know what you're thinking, but I suggest you stay put, I've already made a deal, we don't like bargaining, you just have to show your attitude. ”

She stopped: “We don't care if it's war or peace. ”

Brando shut his mouth, but his belly defamed the Dragon Nation's favorite bargaining, how to throw away even this biggest hobby after the Dusk Dragon.

But even so, he nodded silently.

It has to be said that Flofa's proposal, although somewhat absurd at the moment, cuts through every point, forcing him to consider it. And after careful consideration, he surprisingly realized that he didn't seem to have much choice.

In fact, he was very worried about the demon who had been hiding in the dark.

A sly sheep-headed devil, that's not just a saying.

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