The Amber Sword

Everything seems to have returned to its normal state, everything has quieted down, and people seem to have regained control of their bodies in an instant.

Phoenix Fire, Ling, Lotus, Mr. Liu, and Housekeeping suddenly fell to the ground.

“Brando!” Aloz screamed - but she reacted immediately, and she understood that there was not much time left to her - even for a moment.

Little Mother Dragon immediately turned back, reflecting that giant ‘amber’ in her golden pupil.

This time, no one is in front of her anymore.

“Brando,” Aloz chewed on his sharp canine teeth: “You have to hold on! ”

And at the next moment, she was already like a golden arrow, shooting at the center of the vast star river, the spinning 'amber’, just a short distance from her, and her hand had even crossed the stacked metal shelter of that lane - finally reaching that ‘amber’.

But the time is fixed at this moment.

Aloz heard a shock coming from behind her, and she had heard that it was Miss Magdalene's voice, but she couldn't turn around, and the next moment she felt an icy hand grabbing her ankle.

Her hands swung as far forward as she could, but only crossed her arms with that ‘amber’ with no mistake.

“No!”

Aloz just felt dark in front of him.

She turned back subconsciously and saw those heavy, blinking, dark silver-light eyes ——

“That's not your thing, Aloz. ”

“No... Frofa...”

Little Mother Dragon's voice was almost a moan of despair.

……

At the moment when the plains open, Brando can say that he is ready to bear all the consequences.

He is so familiar with all this, with every possibility that unfolds with it, even if he simply closes his eyes, every classic method of warfare of the last life is reproduced as if in front of him:

That is the power of the extreme plain - strong or weak, it can incorporate all opponents and all attacks into its country.

Using this unique power, players have developed countless possibilities, which are strange to land away from many tactics and classic warfare practices, creating more than once in another world a miracle of weak victory and strength.

Players call it ‘BUG’, but the official never listens.

That used to be one of the biggest puzzles in Amber.

But at this moment, Brando thinks he may already know why.

Because in a world where there is no resurrection, the extreme plain and all its properties are so flat that a master of the polar world cannot risk his life to bring a much stronger adversary into his own kingdom.

Yet...

There are always exceptions.

In the face of the onslaught of Arkentu, the Lord of Purgatory, Brando suddenly found himself fearless, and even fearful of such emotions, difficult to find, when he incorporated this demonic king into his laws and kingdoms.

He suddenly realized that his heart was pouring with excitement.

The classic miracle warfare of the past world.

At this moment, he was reborn in his heart.

Even when he saw Arkentuna's suddenly discolored face, the horror of the god that had already appeared, he smiled proudly and even floated to the corner of his mouth.

Yes, it is.

At the moment Brando opened the plain, Arkentu understood that he had made a big mistake.

This man, he can't defeat it, but he doesn't seem to need to defeat it either. Because, in fact, at the moment when it strikes, the outcome of this battle is long overdue.

“How dare you...”

Arkentu couldn't help but stare, and he saw the smile of the plot on Brando's face, and his heart was already cold. This cold turns into a straight-forward despair in an instant, and all the shame and anger turns into a full-blown killing.

It made an awesome scream, and when it did it again, it was already a full blow with anger.

But it doesn't even make a big difference to Brando anymore.

Because in his extreme plains, he couldn't have resisted such a blow, and even his country would have multiplied it hundreds of times.

Just like the bastard he killed in the Battle of Ambethel.

When it comes to Williams, Brando has to smile a little bit.

He didn't expect the feng shui to rotate, and one day the same thing would happen to him, and he didn't know if it was payback.

He then silently lowered his head and watched Arkentu's claws pass unhindered through his defenses, sweeping heavily over his chest, sweeping the aftermath of the blow directly across the entire extreme plain made up of the laws of time and space.

As a result, the entire polar plain collapsed almost instantaneously, when Brando felt nothing but darkness in front of him, his mouth wide open, and he could barely cry out - and even though he had long predicted the power of Arkentu in his heart, he could not have imagined that the Lord of Purgatory, with his wrath and power, would be terrified at this moment.

Just one page of light pops up almost simultaneously in front of him, and every page of light is filled with warning messages, and he ‘sees’ his life falling fast, or even, just for a moment, that long strip of blood turns black —— and then the inexorable moment comes into effect, and the value of life changes at a faster rate than you can imagine, until it becomes an almost uncountable number.

And in front of this number.

There is a striking negative sign.

But far more than once, the extreme plain collapsed, and all the capabilities associated with the elements were instantly locked down. The pages that represent the boundaries of the elements are all grey, and the skills and descriptions begin to disappear sequentially, and the capabilities of one element all collapse, eventually reverting to the initial concept of 'stillness and stability’.

And then with the EXP involved, the EXP is shrinking at a rate that's visible to the naked eye, and the numbers on it are wildly decreasing, and Brando can even feel the weakness that power is moving away from him.

It was clear to him that this was due to the collapse of the extreme boundaries causing the collapse of the hierarchy of power.

He was actually prepared for all of this, but Brando's heart was inevitably not flavoured when he really faced such a scene.

But he won at least.

As long as Aloz can take that ‘amber’ with the others.

He knew that Arkentu could not retain him, and that his gift would at least preserve his life - without the mystery of the Emerald Fan, Arkentu could never leave the world that had stopped.

Here, will be the new and eternal cage of this demon king.

And that's his plan.

Extreme plains are dissipating at alarming speeds--

Brando stared closely at Arkentu, who had apparently not responded - he had little faith that, under attacks like his own, in a land of human laws that was not in the realm of the Sage, its attacks had failed to kill each other directly.

This demon king couldn't even bear to moan in his heart at that moment, wondering what had happened to the world in the nearly 10,000 years he had been sealed?

It watches as Brando's life rapidly passes in front of itself, but no matter how it passes, the other person remains a sign of life.

“You're not human!?” It couldn't bear to scream in shock and anger: "Undead, how is this possible? How can there be such a person in this world? You're a god. No, you're a god. You have moments of eternal silence. ”

Brando sneered, he actually didn't dare waste much time, and his subconscious reached out to the angel's heart bottle in the suspended sphere - but at this point, his hand was stuck.

The stunned look on Arkentu's face also lingered at that last moment.

Both saw the last moment of the retreat of the extreme plain.

But none of what they see is what they imagine --

Standing in the middle of that vast galaxy is the shape of a young girl.

She was dressed in a robe, but could not conceal her body, her dark hair scattered behind her, and she danced without the wind. She turned back and swept through Brando and Arkento's face with a dark silver eye with a hint of mercy and crumbs.

Aloz fell at her feet, his head hanging down in space in the universe, dying unknowingly.

“YOU -” Arken's face changed dramatically and couldn't help screaming: “You bloody crawler, how dare you...”

But it suddenly stopped talking.

His face turned white and his whole giant body shivered somewhat uncontrollably, as if he were not a powerful demigod, but a minor character.

“Arkentu," the girl said, but not Frofa's voice: “You disappoint me. ”

Brando recognized that sound only momentarily.

“Roman…”

“No…” he mumbled almost to himself: “… the dragon of dusk. ”

“Humanity," Frofa's eyes fell on Brando: “We meet again, and I'm glad you brought my servant to this place, and nothing will change, as you should understand, this is destiny. ”

Arkentu suddenly softened.

“Next,” Frofa continued, "is the moment to uncover the fate of the world, even though it has been too late. ”

Say it. The girl turns around and walks towards the floating ‘amber’.

A moment later, Frofa stopped, and the 'amber’ was in front of her.

“Frofa,” the maiden said once more, "My faithful servant, I will grant you this privilege to take it down and bring it to me. ”

“Yes, as you wish," Frofa replied, restoring her original voice, but with some frightening calm: "My esteemed master. ”

She slowly reached out to the ‘amber’.

That's the brightest gem on Martha's scepter, and it's going to be the beginning of the end of the world.

Her snowy fingers slowly moved forward, touching the amber surface, and then gently snapped, as if the fingertips were going to cross its glossy surface.

But at this moment.

And she grabbed an empty one.

……