The Amber Sword

String magic.

These three words represent the most devastating force since the time of the divine people.

A dragon-based system of spells that transcends a network of agitated elements and silver and white laws - drawing power directly from the lowest layers of the Tiamat code; and the three elements that make up it, the law, energy and matter, are the very foundations upon which this world is built.

With the string of laws, reshape the purity of energy and magic. That's where the magic of strings comes from.

Where the culmination of magic is fourteen rings, the people of silver call it a curse, because that is the limit that the power of the law and the elements can reach. But for the Gods, such power is only a minor manifestation of the nature of the world.

What is the universe?

It's dimension and energy.

Only string magic possesses the fifteenth ring, divine warfare magic.

Even in the past countless times, the glorious Sword of the Chopping God has not always had the opportunity to do so.

In this debilitating age, there is only one race left on this continent that uses string magic, the giant dragon. And after the Battle of the Saints, the dragons, in fact, had long had difficulty using the Ring Ceremony to recreate the glory of the past.

But there's always a turnaround.

That's harnessing the power of life.

A huge array of laws unfolded behind more than a hundred dragons.

The dragon singing the spell resonated between heaven and earth, and the air resonated, and a bright stream of light penetrated from the Pharaoh.

Even though it crossed tens of thousands of meters, it was still like a spear of light, precisely inserted into the head of the Bahamas - so plain and vain that the Krutz, so close at hand, could not even detect a hint of energy fluctuations in the spell.

But the human wizards on board were almost insane when they saw the scene.

Their perception of the world tells them that any magic can decay and that no form of energy can be lost when it transitions under different forms of energy.

But this eye-catching pillar.

is the perfect form of energy presence with zero fugitivity.

This is impossible magic.

But by the string magic hand of the Dragon Nation, it is manifested in this world.

Everyone looked shockingly at that light column running through the head of the metal dragon. Bahamet moaned painfully and raised his neck high, his entire body rising from the black sphere and falling backwards.

But this is not without cost.

The dragon in the Pharaoh is turning one head into dust, passing with the wind.

“Prepare for a second attack…” Aloz watches her fellow countryman's sacrifice, her heart cut like a knife, but she hardens her heart - to win, even she can give up her life herself, and she reminds her companions aloud: "Don't put hope in an attack, our goal is to stop it from coming to the world! ”

“Aloz…” Frofa looked at her with some concern.

“I don't mind.” Little Dragon shook her head hard.

The Falun Front is once again lit up, and a second attack is gathering strength.

But the screams interrupted everyone's movements.

“Everybody, look down! ”

Aloz, lower your head.

The golden pupil reflects an incredible scene - the black sphere is shrinking.

“Where's Bahamas? ”

Everybody stay put.

The metal dragon disappeared.

……

In a dark, deep space, the remaining starlight is half-extinguished, emitting less light. The remains of the Gods since their time float quietly in this space with a faint layer of starlight on the surface.

At the end of the field of view, the crystal curtain wall divides the entire space into two parts - a deep void on one side and a fluorescent atmosphere on the other.

Above the earth, many places sparkle with the light of the stars.

The crystal walls are filled with cracks, and from time to time small pieces fall from the walls in slight noise, floating in space. Distant rows of assemblies are distributed over the vast sky, flashing with a metallic glow.

A tsunami of hatred and resentment suddenly shook the whole space.

Floating debris is pushed backwards by sound waves, colliding with each other. A metal dragon suddenly retreated and crashed in, completely disappearing from the orbit to the jaw on one side of the metal face, leaving only a black lacquered hole - it screamed painfully, rolled over, and the open platinum wings swept countless assemblies to pieces.

It was so furious that it had to turn around and plunge into that space crack again.

But it was at this time that a cold hum came from the darkness.

“Bahamas, I had no idea that you and I had exchanged identities in this war. ”

The voice stops Bahamite's movement. It spins a giant head, slowly turning back in that direction, and sees a giant wolf standing like a mountain stepping into the void, not far from it.

Ezekiel looked up at the scene cold.

“Rebel… Rebel…” Bahamas sent a series of low growls: "Dead…”

It turns around and spreads its wings towards Esis.

But Essex dodged the blow just a little further aside. Her eyes flashed with a strange light, looking at her former enemy: "Lord Twilight Dragon, are you controlling these shitty toys, interesting? ”

She lifted her paw and slapped it behind the metal dragon, sweeping it out. A loud bang struck Bahamas like a meteor against a crystal wall in the distance.

Clearly the cracked crystal wall, the moment the metal dragon hit it, did not produce a slight tremor, not even a drop of crystal powder on the wall.

The dragon trembled and climbed. But how could Ashes give it the opportunity to jump over and step on this corrupt dragon god? In the sound of a clicking rub, the dragon was stepped on the crystal wall.

The dragon roared angrily.

Ashes understands that the will of the Dragon of Dusk has left this shell, and now this fallen Dragon God is simply fighting by instinct. She snorted coldly: "Without Tiamat's laws, you don't even seem to have a brain. Without Martha's support, what would you fight me with? ”

Metallic dragons couldn't understand her words and struggled wildly.

Asheson stood up and the silver hair behind his neck stood completely still on the Bahamas. She even squeezed her narrow eyes and looked a little wicked and sneered: “Still struggling, your brain is definitely not awake - interrupted in the process of coming, and took a dragon strike, I wouldn't be comfortable with it, even if it were you, you piece of shit. ”

She relentlessly cut off her claw, which was so powerful that even the space under her claw gave rise to a layer of ripples. The claw was severely slashed around Bahamas' neck, and although it did not break through the power of the law, it still allowed it to make a painful howl.

Ashes did not move, biting like a real beast, and the sound of a metal dragon suddenly went from screaming at the beginning to lowling in mourning.

But gradually even the sound of moaning went down.

With his claws on his shoulders, Essex's sharp teeth, which can destroy everything, finally pierced the power of the Laws of the Layer, biting at the neck of this dragon god. Clicking ’lightly, Bahamas' huge body shocked, the only remaining mercury eyeball flashed slightly, eventually fading away.

It was the last moment of a god.

While it is somewhat ironic - in this war, which would have represented both sides of order and chaos - this moment has been repositioned.

“Looks like order has triumphed again," Aches said to herself in a somewhat cynical manner, raising her head and making a far-reaching sound after confirming that her opponent has completely died.

For ages, she finally killed the damn reptile.

But it stands for Martha.

Thinking about it, Essex turned around and looked at the woman in the black robe in the distance.

Sophia stood on a floating ice-crystal asteroid and watched the war calmly - a divine war - so barbaric and violent and lacking the aesthetics it deserved. But in fact, after a certain level of power, the battle becomes simple and straightforward.

Ashes let go of Bahamite's body, the giant metal body, and it can be expected that it will soon become part of this silent space over the next hundred years.

Another god slept long in the world.

“I have proven my sincerity, though I could have never killed it, and when I restarted the world, it should have been part of me," Ashes said. “So, little witch, now it's your turn to live up to your promise. ”

Sophia nodded. “Yes,” she replied, without a slight change in voice.

The girl raised her head and looked over the mountainous giant wolf, looking away at Warnde. In the darkness, a row of assemblies floating in the starry sky emit unseen light on the edges.

She raised a finger and drew a symbol:

That is the Eye of Judgment.

Then there's the snake at the end of the truth.

World Tree.

Dragon of War Tiamat.

Sophia's pupils were filled with green light, and the data fell like waterfalls in her eyes, and as she drew a symbol of authority —— from close to far away, those starry assemblies lit up in rows.

Esis closed his eyes.

She whispered and exclaimed: "Surely, this is the whole Tiamat rule, and I have to say that you guys are really smart enough to build such a huge system. So when they're all mine, can I restart the world? ”

“No.” Sophia shook her head.

Ashes opened his eyes suddenly and his eyes were terribly cold: "Why, are you going to turn away? ”

“Our deal is that you can only restart the world if everyone gives up hope," Sophia replied in a humble manner, “I have no objection to your taking over of Tiamat's authority, and it doesn't matter who the mother really is for the new world - but at least in this day and age, you must comply with our agreement. ”

“What if I disagree?” Essex asks back.

“You have no authority,” Sophia looked at her quietly: "The throne of the end, before the last moment, you will not have it. ”

Esis revealed her snow-white teeth and her eyes flashed with dangerous light, but Sophia looked up at her with no fear.

“Good, I'll keep my word! ”

Sophia nodded.

“But there is one more question.” Essex said.

“What's the problem? ”

“I'm curious, who are you?” Esis squeezed his long eyes dangerously: "You said you were the heir of the month of March, but I never heard of a witch's inheritance, higher than the authority of a witch queen -”

“Is this important? ”

“Of course, this is about my judgment of your kindness. ”

Sophia thought for a moment and replied, "You never heard of a heir in the thirteenth month, Eichs. ”

Esis silenced down.

Sophia continued softly, “Actually, I'm the third experimenter. ”

“The third experimenter? ”

“In the curved plan, Miss Roman represents the path of coexistence with dusk, while I represent the path of complete suppression of chaotic magic. ”

“Completely suppressed,” Ashes chuckled. “What about the young man named Bran? ”

The three plans were just to ensure their comprehensiveness, but Sophia didn't argue with her, just to say, "He's not like all of us, only Lord Martha knows about that. ”

This answer frowned and asked, "Don't you even know? ”

“Yes," said Sophia again: "Miss Roman is the product of the Truth, I am the product of the Judgment, and only Mr. Brando comes from the will of Gaia, who has always been the most mysterious of all the institutions of the Gods, and only Martha has all the authority. ”

“But I'm Martha now! ”

“You don't count. ”

Esis took a deep breath: “Speaking of which, I remembered another thing, what about Gaia's forty-seven psychic mechanical satellites, why didn't I just feel them? ”

“Have you forgotten?” Sophia replied calmly, "That's your deal with Miss Tiamas, and I'm not in charge. ”

“Well, it turns out that's the immortal thing, and she wants to resurrect a mortal man with such a great thing, so she can't understand your stupidity," Ashes snorted. “It's okay, I can wait, but you better not play tricks. ”

Sophia was not moved by the threat to her.

Ashes was also somewhat helpless towards this human girl, who, after a deep look at each other, turned around and vanished into darkness.

Behind Sophia, the other daughters of Essex, four to be exact - the Coward sisters stood hand in hand, two sisters standing side by side, dressed in black and white, two young girls carved out of the same mold, but one cold and cold, one calm and gentle.

Behind it was Agatha, attacking a black mourning suit, wearing a black veil, looking like a widowed woman, but pale as water, seemingly indifferent to anything.

Ashes' youngest daughter, still naked at the end of everyone's life, stepped barefoot on the metal surface, wrapped herself in a large silver and white tail, twisted her head smiling and revealing her tiny pointed teeth, occasionally moving a long silver ear - more like a fox than a wolf.

She looked to the right with curiosity, and finally whispered to Dark Coward: "Sister Coward, why does Mother look unhappy? ”

Dark Coward snorted coldly, ignoring it.

……

The black sphere has completely disappeared.

As if it were just a blink of an eye, a clear sky was restored outside Canterbury City.

The clusters retreated like the tide, and the Nightmares and Dragons lost their targets, crashing into the human fleet - but without orderly command, their demise was only a matter of time.

The exhausted Allied Coalition Forces of Silver Bay on the ground were unable to catch up, and many were sitting on the ground looking at the pillar of light that was disappearing from the southern sky.

They already know it's Eluin.

That is the hope of civilization--

The vast fleet slowly turned to change formation in the sky, and more and more floating warships began to disengage from their original formation and join the pursuit queue.

People watched this scene for the rest of their lives.

The young Duke of Malvis sat on his knees pale, and a bright-eyed dragon girl was bandaging his wound and smiling at him from time to time. When Blank turned back from the hills in the distance, he couldn't help but shake his head like that - clearly to save people, but instead was saved by those who were trying to save them.

What a disgrace.

But most knights don't think so, and most of these bloody warriors look at their Duke with admiration —— even a little envy.

The cheers in the direction of Canterbury City have come a long way.

When the sound of the tsunami rang out, everyone here realized they had won.

Yeah, it is.

Victory -

Magdalene stood at the head of the city with her mouth covered and tears rolled down.

A lot of people cry.

Joy in the midst of despair, sorrow for our dear friends who have passed away in battle, and joy in this salvaged future.

It's the tears of excitement and sorrow.

Crying echoes in the wind.

Look, this is the victory of all people.

The sword that changes destiny is always firmly in everyone's hands, and the spirit that never yields is the flame of civilization.

Aloz opened his wings, allowing the dragon's shadow to sweep across the earth and patrol the entire battlefield in the sky.

But she seemed a little confused and slightly pale.

Something closely connected in the blood, told her something a few minutes ago...

Bahamas is dead.

The age of the Golden People is over.

……

(PS: Although it wasn't necessary, I thought about it and asked for a monthly ticket. After all, it should be the last time this book asked for a monthly ticket...)