The Amber Sword

Surrounded by Valhalla, a silver light door opened and a wizard stepped out of it, standing in the air, holding a staff, the robe hunting in the wind.

“Tissadormara!"

A wizard raised the scepter in his hand, and the gemstone on his head sparkled, and the silver beam came out of the gemstone * * * *, shooting in the other direction.

“Natazzvro!"

The first wizard in the clockwise direction also raised his staff, pointing the jewel in his hand at the beam of silver light, passing through the jewel and immediately turning in the other direction.

A famous wizard stretched out his staff successively. In the sky, the red robe's lawyers, the blue robe's tall tower illusionists, the gray magicians, the robes of all colors interact with each other, and when the silver beam of light passes through one person's staff, it is more quickly refracted in the other direction, one refraction at a time, until it eventually forms a circular shape that is continually divided.

A gigantic circle surrounding Valhalla.

Hollis finally lifted his scepter 'Togriffin', and the silver beam of light passed through the fantastically circular tears of the sky over the head of the scepter, making a final row for this gigantic circle.

He looked at the giant tree below with a cold silver gaze, slightly skewing the staff in his hand.

“NatadorShlari,"

“FishionraTadori."

“Flame—Eaam—Oss—Vit 'ss,"

“TissadorliAry!"

A bright ray of light emanates from the tears of the sky and blue, pointing directly at the center of the giant circle.

A giant silver symbol appeared on top of a giant circle - Flame, centered around it, and the silver halo suddenly expanded outward, and countless mysterious characters naturally formed within the circle - a law array, followed by seventeen adjacent law arrays.

Inside the Tree Hall, the Light Spirits are already a mess of soldiers.

“This is the end of it, too arrogant!” Monica threw up her tongue and she pounded on the console, shooting almost all the crystals into the groove, screaming out loud: “Valhalla! ”

“Warning, strong magic ripples detected, expected to activate the third shield - target judged string magic, elemental attack, strength 13, magic ripple reaction detected as a falling strike.” The voices of the young girl's waves echoed in the hall of trees.

“Come on, calculate how much energy is left? ”

“With 11.3% energy remaining, it is expected to withstand eleventh or lower attack intensity. ”

Miss Guangling patted herself on the forehead: "If you are dying, inform Lord -! ”

The north wind whistled.

Silence above the battlefield.

Whether it be the Tonigars or the aristocrats, knights and militias of the South, everyone is watching this scene in silence, and such wars are beyond their imagination.

The sky is presenting a second character, written in light: EAAM. (Earth)

“My lord...”

The knights turned back.

Brando patted himself on the shoulder of the young captain, who raised his head and reflected the silver web in his eyes. But what he saw was not the magic of the Sassards, but the gray sky, the pale plains, the winds.

He closed his eyes and breathed gently, breathing.

The air flowing into the lungs is icy and cold, and the breath of the north wind is brisk. It comes from the distant Plateau of Anzeluta, across the warm sea of sparkle. Shimmering over the sea, beneath the sea, in the direction of the ocean currents, the communities of Naga are migrating south. It came here to bring the North news.

Brando saw it with his own eyes, and his eyes were like across the plains and the mountains and across the sky and the earth, and everything about Vaughn was right in front of him.

He's breathing, breathing.

The wind on the battlefield suddenly stopped.

The wind calmed down and the falling snowflakes calmed down. People looked around in amazement at the trees on both sides of Old, snowflakes drifting quietly. The river seemed to lose its sound, the crushed ice hit each other on the surface of the water and was swallowed by the vortex. Each needle drops quietly and silently.

“Bang--”

A crack appeared on the staff and Hollis raised his head in dismay.

He saw the clouds slowly flowing in the shady sky, and the snowflakes were still drifting, but sometime the winds of everything had stopped.

At a height of thousands of meters, there is no more wind flow.

“This… is…”

Brando opened his eyes and his dark brown eyes reflected an almost straight skyline.

He slowly rolled down his horse, removed the holy sword from the saddle, slowly harvested the sword and sheathed it, raised the sheath with the strap over his head and hung it behind his back.

The young White Lion knights, the Tonigars, the aristocrats of the southern realm of Eruin, the knights and the vigilantes, those close to the battlefield, all watched his actions alone.

And Brando raised his head.

The whole world was already another way in his eyes, with no more mountains and rivers, no more flowing winds and water, no more flames and earth, no more elements and matter.

The trees disappeared, the forests disappeared, the distant Grahar Mountains disappeared, and the entire Tonigal disappeared in turn.

A world of innumerable silver lines interwoven with innumerable nodes appeared in his eyes, a world that would no longer have substantial power, but truth and law were everything.

The realm of sainthood.

Brando took a step.

The purple wave is silently approaching Valhalla, and the fortress's walls are already filled with tree elves standing side by side with half-man, Rawlinth and Little Montolo, holding Brando's sword and watching the scene nervously.

Not far from them, Heinf took a deep breath and held his hands tight to those of a female swordsman.

The third symbol is being presented in the sky.

The wind of all things, the freest element of the world.

“Bang-”

Another sound of a broken staff.

Hollis turned around, and this was like the source of a chain reaction, and a series of breaks rang, and he saw a staff break in the hands of his colleagues.

The Sassards watched the scene happen with dismay, and they could hardly react, as if time had slowed it down at that moment. In the slow flowing temporal vein, a loud noise was heard, and the third giant symbol over Valhalla broke away...

All the wizards bled out.

At the same time, they felt that the wind had disappeared.

It is being expelled from the land by an unknown force.

“God, what's going on...? ”

“Someone has deprived us of our power! ”

“I can't feel the wind element...”

“This is the direct rejection of low-level forces by high-ranking forces. There are, and there are, sages around here...”

The wizards looked at the ashes of the staff in their hands, and their faces revealed a pale divine colour, unable to bear to look around.

But Hollis' heart contracted tightly. “Careful!” He turned back and roared. A little flash of light broke out on the ground, a scream and a narrow sword crossed with a mysterious lawmaker.

The man's face was stunned and his head slowly drooped down until it fell off his neck. The headless body fell softly to the ground and quickly turned into a tiny black dot.

And where he was standing, a young man with a sword appeared.

Young people stand on their backs to everyone.

The sword has been sheathed behind its back, and the corner of the coat is drooping low due to the lack of wind, motionless. And hold the handle of the sword, the fingers are long and strong, the fingers are pale, quietly placed on the cutting distorted, weird guard.

“Saint... Hyung...”

Hollis almost squeezed the words out of his teeth.

Brando shook his head and asked calmly:

“What is power, Sassard? ”

“No shame,” Hollis suddenly launched seven different formations behind him: "confinement, gravity, slowness, motion prediction, law analysis, mental sensation, forbidden domains -”

Seven spells in a row descended on Brando.

It's just a pity Brando swept it gently with his hands, and all these spells collapsed.

Hollis, with a slight glance in his eyes and a sight of alarm in his heart, took a step back but could not move at all. The Sard man's most trusted deputy turned white in time.

He figured out what...

Only one step behind him, other wizards began to carry out their spells, but before these people had finished their spells, all of a sudden the whole person turned into a flame, screaming and falling into the cloud.

This tragic scene made everyone stop in cold blood.

“This, this...”

“Divine power…”

“How is that possible? The gods are long gone! ”

They suddenly stopped talking.

One by one, the wizards turned pale.

Brando never spoke again.

He listened silently to the side of his ear, and there was no wind flowing in the sky, but it was as if he heard a voice. It was a rumbling roar, echoing from heaven to earth, as if it were the beat of a world.

One, one, every stroke is strong and powerful, like a forged hammer hitting his body, resonating with his blood, as if it were boiling and sounding the same rumble.

Brando slowly turned around.

The wizards couldn't help but hold their breath because they first saw a pair of black eyes, but gradually blended in the silver light, which seemed to be filled with a ray of gold.

The golden glow grew and eventually completely overshadowed Brando's eyes.

Hollis only felt his heart thump, as if he was going to break free of his chest at any moment and jump out of his chest.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, the whole battlefield is surrounded by that loud roar, that's a powerful beat of the heart, but it's not Hollis', it belongs to a great will.

“Blood reshaping...”

“Integration rules…”

“Perfect body...”

Hollis must think he's going crazy. Why can a mortal do such a step? Why, after the age of the saints, can a mortal be relieved of the Tiamat rule?

Why can a mortal in the district step across the line between black iron and silver and step into the field of gold?

That is the most powerful being below the power of existentiality.

He dared not believe that he was able to witness the birth of a demigod.

10,000 years after the gods died.

Such a force has returned to the land once again.

What the hell is going on here?

Hollis watched the young man turn around and wave his hands gently, and that giant silver array over Valhalla broke apart in a squeaky crisp sound.

As if it never existed.

“So do you understand?” Brando said softly: “Those who can't even hold on to themselves will never understand what the world is meant by, and the truth behind the law naturally does not belong to you. ”

“The Sassards themselves chose a path of destruction," he glanced at the wizards with an indifferent look: "You are complacent, nothing but madness before the destruction. ”

“No...”

Hollis shouted with all his strength.

But the flames of the bear had erupted from his body, burning him to ashes instantly. Brando turned his head, and thirty-two Salad wizards could turn around in time and burn out in the fire.

Brando flipped his hand silently.

Beneath the skin, there is a light golden light pulse.

……