The Amber Sword

The enemies we are facing may be the most ferocious and terrible opponents of our time. Its existence is far from conquest, nor from domination and usurpation: the destruction brought about by dusk is pure, and it will restore the life of Vaughn to chaos, as its followers in the worlds claim - the final judgment, with the Last Day.

- Judd J. Robernell, Silver Scholar

And this is the time of dusk, in the face of heavy reality, where everyone is so hesitant. This is the adversary that mankind has faced together for six eras, yet how can any human being born of black iron raise his hand in front of the gods when they have failed again and again?

Everyone's face is heavy. Even Brando tightened the facial line, silently clamping his best mouth, and his lips closed into a straight line.

“The Dragon of Dusk has mastered the blood of its ancestors, and its goal is the ultimate secret of our world -”

“Can we still make it? ”

Gerald's lips cracked dry and his face looked a little pale.

“Exactly!” Instead, Housch seemed somewhat excited. The genius in this ghost car was acting like a mortal outburst, passionately walking back and forth: “Day after day, I'm tired of repeating the days. To be honest, I'm tired of counting the chicken and garlic peels between the family and the phoenix--”

Archie waved: "... and that's what I wanted, Miss Delphine, about the mystery of emerald and everything behind it, remember what I said to you? ”

His dark eyes were clearly flaming —— looking at everyone, looking at Brando: "If we can't be involved, it's going to be the biggest pity of our lives, Brando, and I believe you, how about taking us to create a miracle ——”

Brando ignored the archaic outbreak and asked Gerald, “I want to hear your opinion. ”

Gerald also looked at Brando.

“Moving forward, or dying, but this is our only chance, and we have some compelling reasons to do it. Above the blue waters of Anglia, the sunrise we * * * * see, and everything that bathes in the sun, and the sunrise we see today, it could be our last glimpse, with the old days falling and Warnd's long night coming. ”

“But the endless darkness is not a long night, but a long night awaits the daytime.” Brando replied.

“Maybe, but that depends on you and me. ”

Gerald coughed violently, holding his fist in his hand and pressing it against his chest.

“Mr. Gerald, the secret, right here? ”

“Yes, it's exactly what Arkentu, Frofa, and 'we’ target--”

“So what exactly is the seat of the end? ”

Gerak shook his head weakly.

“Nobody knows what it is, Mr. Brando, I don't know, Arkentu doesn't know, neither does the Dragon of Dusk. ”

“It may just be a law, it may be a power, it may just be a pronouncement, perhaps only Lord Martha understands what it is... Master, no, the dragon of dusk took countless hours to come here, and that secret is placed beneath the ruins of the past order, in the flow of old times...”

Brando silenced for a moment: "How strong is Arkentu today? ”

Gerak looked at him with a scorched yellow eye, no anxiety in his eyes, only steely chills.

Brando raised his head and understood in his heart that he looked again at the long corridor in the dark ahead.

It lies here, immersed in silent darkness, as if thousands and thousands of years of time were here, but for a moment. It will lead to an unknown, tested path, and then the shadow of light, long or brief, will remain an eternal secret unknown.

At this moment, Brando suddenly remembers a scene like this.

In his vows to mankind, elves, dwarves, the people of silver and dragons, the King of Fire said so in the Holy White Wilderness, his voice echoed four times over the wilderness, as if it were an ancient ghost, still lingering in the hearts of the people of later times:

We will take this step, which will be followed by the path to truth, either to victory or to death, which we do not know, but which we can choose.

Forward or backward?

Brando looked subconsciously at the holy sword in his hand, Odyphus, and the dark blade glistened in the dark light, as if every golden red texture on the blade was flowing.

Tell him that answer with a common voice.

The eyes of all, this moment converged on Brando, and they saw this young Earl from Eruin bowing his head and then raising his head again.

He looked at the dragon clan sitting next to the wall: "Are you okay? ”

Gerak shook his head. “Mr. Brando,” he asked somewhat feebly, "I have only one last question, can you tell me what opportunities you think there are? ”

“I don't know,” replied Brando, "but I think there's still a chance. ”

“There is still a chance…”

Gerald smiled weakly: "Then leave me here, and if I can have a dream in the dark, I may see Mithril again. ”

“Gerald...” Little Mother Dragon gripped her paws.

“No, Aloz, move forward, don't waste time. ”

Little Mother Dragon wanted to say more, but Brando held her back and dragged her forward, passing by Gerald. In the darkness he felt Aloz instinctively struggling for a moment, but quickly turned his hand around and held it tight.

Others passed by Gerald in silence, and Brando turned around and saw the phoenix put its sword in front of his chest and gave a gift to each other.

It's like a poem that blooms in the darkness, and it's quiet as a trickle.

……

Akentu looks at this enormous door with its metallic glow - the scene of Martha's creation engraved on it, with a little light rising from her hands, each beam drawn by countless lines of diastole, across the clouds and the sea of fire, all over the world, endless.

“So he made a false impression," Arkentu's face revealed with contempt: “What is this place? ”

“This is the kingdom of Martha," Gaia replied calmly, "Martha had placed Tiamat's supreme authority here before falling asleep, requiring tremendous authority to enter here, and no gods were allowed to enter it after the days of Tian Qing. ”

Arkentu heard the name and hesitated for a moment. But fanaticism made him let go of his worries, and he waved his claws and growled: "Open it! ”

Martha had long since left the world and the gods had fallen asleep permanently because Tiamat's network had run out of magic, at a time when only one side was abandoned.

The light bulb flashed.

Arkentu immediately felt a shock in the entire space.

It looked somewhat vigilantly around, questioning what plot the goddess of the earth had made, but nothing abnormal seemed to have happened, except that suddenly a trickling stream of light had flowed from Martha's fingertips over the door in front of her, and the bright light had spread along the lines of the embroidery in all directions.

As if it were an instant, the whole door lit up and became unusually eye-catching.

“What is this!?” It asked in a sharp voice.

But the voice had just fallen, and the dazzling light had scattered, and Arkentu had discovered that the giant door in front of him had disappeared, and that there was a vast and mysterious cosmic space behind him ——

An ancient galaxy stretches right in front of it, quietly placing a gem among hundreds of billions of sparkling stars.

It's an organic gem, an amber, to be exact.

It is large, about several stories tall, and its surface reflects a soft bright yellow light, with an eye-catching shadow at the center of its irregular geometry.

Arkentu recognized at first glance that that was the shape of the Vaughn continent.

It was placed in the heart of the world, wrapped in a circle of silver protective equipment, and the light flowing inside the 'amber’, like a dazzling halo. Yet the light of the stars passes through this halo, making it as if it were immersed in a river of time.

At that moment, even this demon king couldn't help but stay.

“It's really here,” said Arkentu, revealing a hint of surprise in his yellow vertical pupil: "The only treasure of the world, the throne of the end, the spark you have carefully preserved from the world of the past. ”

It took a subconscious step towards the ‘amber', but a figure had passed it - that was Frofa, who at this moment turned into a sharp arrow and shot at the ‘amber’.

She tried her best to reach out and her fingertips almost reached the bright surface of 'Amber', yet the Lord of Purgatory snorted at this moment.

At that moment, Frofa screamed and fell out of the air like a thunder. As soon as the girl landed, she held herself painfully - a strip of capillaries under the skin on her arm rolling between her muscles, bean-sized sweatballs rolling down her forehead, pale as paper.

“Didn't know it was alive.” Arkentu looked at her coldly, sarcastically.

“Arkentu...” Frofa's two slim, good-looking eyebrows were almost entangled with each other, and she bit her teeth tight, staring only at the Lord of Purgatory with a fiery eye: “You know what happens to the betrayer master! ”

Arkentu is nitrogen.

It looked back somewhat mesmerized at that ‘amber' - that noble throne was so fascinating, so heartbreaking, that it was the supreme authority of the Martha Tiamat code, and at the same time the only shortcut to the power of existence.

No wonder Essex was obsessed with it and even betrayed his master.

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