The Amber Sword

“Teacher!” The phoenix stood up struggling with weakness and joy.

Brando nodded to his students with warmth.

Among those present, only Tulaman and Solomon recognized each other, while others showed confusion. Until Oratez asked them that question. “Who are you?” The storm queen frowned and looked at Brando and asked.

Reaching behind his shoulders, he grabbed the handle of the sword, and Brando gently drew out his sword, a bright light that lit the eyes of everyone present. “Holy Sword Orphis!” Someone lost their voice.

Brando pointed his sword at Oratez and said, "With all the good that the Sassards have done in Eruin, you can't imagine someone coming to collect the debt? ”

“With you?” Oratez whispered with contempt.

“I don't want to talk nonsense," Brando replied, "simply put, after today, the Salad Alliance will no longer exist. ”

“What a big breath.” Aghani frowned when she heard it, and apparently a mortal's tone made her feel a little uncomfortable.

“Big?” Brando turned around and shook her head: "Blood for blood, just right...”

Oratez laughed back: “The Eruins? I've never heard of that kind of garbage ——” but she got stuck right away, and the color of fear on her face rapidly appeared. Because behind Brando, the silver wire of the rectangle emerged in the air, tens of millions of silver cubes flashed away, sweeping through much of Lataki in an instant.

It's a force that makes everyone feel uneasy.

And in this world, there is only one power that can be disturbing to the saints.

“Do you see it clearly? ”

“… no mistake, then, that is…. ”

Solomon, Logar, Roan, Acas are shocked.

Existential Strength -

Only Brando's colorful ancient well is waveless, as if he had never heard of anything around him, sinking his heart into his sword. He lifted his sword to a position flat with his chest, holding the blade in one hand, and the next moment - his man disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only a shadow. Only Akas caught the tremor of that space.

Like a narrow light in the dark.

Olath's face changed dramatically, the gold light was getting bigger and bigger deep in her pupil. She releases the thunderbolt at all costs, and the square's thunderbolt flashed, but the sword blade never went forward, still broke the obstacle and came to her. Oratez screamed and rolled to one side, crossing it with a dark golden blade, carrying a bloodline on her arm.

Oratz chewed his teeth backwards and the thunderous whip swept past where Brando was, but Brando disappeared step by step, still a flashing sword. Olath's heart was full of fear and she was not afraid of flashing her sword, but the power of existence had scared her to death.

All she wanted to do was get out of the place, but suddenly, her heart was beating like never before, and the alarm rang.

Oratez immediately turned around sharply and was stunned to see an equally narrow sword.

“It's impossible...! ”

Oratz feels like he's going crazy. How can there be such swordsmanship in this world?

In the eyes of others, it was a sword left behind by Brando, and it also spanned space, and it was a flashing sword. That seemed bizarre and illogical - but the shadow didn't make sense to Oratez, who flashed out almost as fast as he could, rolling invisibly on the ground to escape the sword.

But left a wound on his abdomen.

She bit her teeth and pressed her belly, but Brando himself had appeared behind him again, a sword shredded, Oratez's heart cracked, his subconscious hands stretched out to stop him, and his three fingers flew away. She screamed and held her hand.

However, Brando himself disappeared once again, and where he had previously flashed, the residue was like Sina, the frost winner, who was lifting his hand.

“No!” Olathes shouted with despair.

This is the fastest sword in the world.

Beyond everyone's imagination.

Brando doesn't even really use the power of existence.

When the body flashes, illusions appear, each attack is transformed into two. Spatial scintillation and phantoms fill this tiny area, and during time, the shadow of Brando flashed at least seven times around Oratez.

It was a sword blade storm, it was a flashing sword, but it was also nine weeks after the wind.

Oratez sluggishly lowered his head and looked at a sword wound on his chest, and the silver blood was pouring out--

Brando stopped in front of her with the tip of her sword pointing straight at her neck and a hint of chills through the blade, causing the storm queen to shake.

Brando was silent.

But the results show everything. After entering the realm of the Sage, this was the first time that he had combined the two supreme swordsmanship techniques, generating power that he had not anticipated.

That was the life's work of the two saints, and the supreme inheritance of the Dragon Nation. In front of these beings, a storm queen in the district, Oratez, was nothing.

But at this moment, Brando's heart is nothing but a boil of war.

In the distance, the phoenix was excited to grip his fists, his eyes regained their inky black like warm balls and his eyes sparkled brightly. This is the first time she's seen a teacher perform such swordsmanship in front of herself.

Brando looked at the blade in his hand against Oratez's snowy neck.

Many things flashed through his heart at this moment, and the absurd, simple, naive vows of the past, the sense of responsibility in Burma, the tears of joy and regret all turned into two simple words - memories. Eruin's responsibilities have ended, and the only remaining guilt left is unwavering, after all, he has disappointed a man who trusts him.

The sincere, idealistic young man who thought time would ripen the Rantoniland knight, but time made a joke about him again. Perhaps this is Martha's special protection for Ike, a young man who has twice fallen into the most glorious years of his life without even seeing the ugliness of the world.

Some things are destined to be engraved on monuments, but idealists should become annotations to history so that people can see noble flashes outside reality that, while fragile, do exist on the ground, and are even easier to turn into eternal things than power and power.

This is civilization's quest for good.

But even so, Brando would never allow those behind the plot to go unpunished, and when they sacrificed their lives as ideals, he let them fly away.

Since you believe in strength.

So let me show you the real power of the world.

Oratez suddenly thought of something and laughed tragically: “I see, you are a foreigner...”

Brando's hand is coming forward.

“Mr. Brando, wait!” Hasn't Solomon had time to stop it, time lord Aghani has taken a step forward, and the Falun Front has been opened in his hands - the Bukas have already paid a heavy price, must the inheritance of Taraki and the Storm Wizard be completely destroyed?

She finally made up her mind and never allowed it.

But Brando didn't even look back.

The rectangular silver wire, tens of millions of silver cubes flashed again, like a wall across the earth, standing in front of seven Buga wizard leaders. The silver network swept forward. Other than Solomon, she found herself stunned. Aghani shouted and found herself in the process of breaking down the Falun Front. She could not help but shock her face.

Oratez's body fell to the ground, her hollow eyes staring straight into the sky, and perhaps she didn't understand why the Sassards had come to this point.

In a coke palace.

The Buga's silver robe wizard is counting losses everywhere, and although the Salad Alliance has declared its demise, the Red and Blue Wizard's legacy has not been destroyed, and Brando cannot kill everyone indiscriminately - so what's the difference between him and these people?

Of course, the guilty will never escape justice.

Not surprisingly, the leader of the Sassards, Heilianov, king of Red Wizards, had left Rataki one step ahead with his all-knowing eyes.

Brando knew that already, and when he first opened the Tiamat Law Network, he had scanned the entire Lataki, but found no trace of Black Ryanov.

Ironically, every Sassard knows nothing about it, nor does Storm Queen Oratez, or even death, understand that she is already an abandoned son.

But only such an absolute man can let go of all collusion with the dragon of dusk.

Brando walked aimlessly in the palace.

But a man blocked his way, and that was a tall wizard —— the average Buga rarely had such a bright, dark skin, short white hair, black magic patterns all over his naked skin.

Though his eyes are also the silver colour of the Bukas, very different from the average person, his eyes have no pupils, only a piece of silver like the ocean.

Brando knew that the man in front of him was the unconscionable king of the Bukas.

King of Wizards, Solomon.

“Mr. Brando.” Though all rumours of the King of Witches portray his immense majesty, Solomon's own voice was surprisingly warm and intimate.

Brando raised his head and frowned.

“Don't get me wrong,” Solomon said. “I'm not here about what happened. ”

Brando nodded, at least the Wizard King didn't disappoint him.

“… is that existence?” Solomon asked.

“Not entirely, but at least as a manifestation of the power of existence. ”

“So you've seen the final throne, right? ”

Brando shook his head, knowing that the descendants of the Odutch scholars knew more or less some secrets, and replied, "I've only seen the phantom of the End Throne in the realm of stagnation, but it's not there. ”

“But you already know. ”

Brando silenced for a moment before silently nodding his head: “The ultimate throne is the ultimate authority of the Tiamat rule. ”

“Yes, authority is power,” the Wizard's King said earnestly, "so why have Martha's people been permanently confused and why the truth parliament and the circle of the world become so divided? ”

“Are you saying the division of the Sassards is foreseeable?” Brando asked.

“But that doesn't mean I agree with them.” Solomon replied.

Brando drooped his eyelids silently.

Man draws strength from a network called Tiamat, from which the magic they perceive, the elements and the truth they perceive, and behind all superficial illusions is nothing but a struggle for authority.

Is it true that mortals have become powerful?

Even if there is a sage among them.

But for thousands of years, Tiamat's power itself hasn't grown a dime, and the permissions it can assign are ultimately limited --

But what happens if you reach the top?

The ancestors created this network called Tiamat, but even its creators did not change their destiny.

“In fact, the Bukas have understood this for a long time," Solomon continued, "but Tiamat is our last resort, and if we lose it, we don't even get another chance. ”

“One turn at a time,” replied Brando softly, "When is the end? ”

“Perhaps this time,” Solomon turned around and looked out of the palace, far away, Jiufeng and the army of the Bukas converging in one place: "The Dragon of Dusk has arrived in our world, even at the expense of its own peril, in order to seize Tiamat's supreme authority -”

The latter words were not too clear for the Wizard King, but the meaning was obvious.

If it succeeds, we have no future.

“So we had to throw it,” he looked back at Brando, his silver white eyes faintly: “You're the one chosen by Martha, Mr. Brando, can you answer me one question? ”

“Is there still a chance? ”

After listening to this question, Brando only walked forward silently, in front of him outside the gate of the palace.

The sun crossed that unclear line of light and darkness, and Brando raised his head and looked at Rataki's blue sky. Any more chances? There are things in that faint hope that await his decision, like a responsibility in the underworld, and he sees implicitly what Martha's gaze means when she looks at herself.

But he nodded.

“There's still a chance. ”

Then he went outside.

Solomon silently looked behind this young man.

Perhaps an era is over.

And when will the new era begin?

……

“Teacher. ”

The phoenix stood quietly below the steps, not like most young girls of this age, because happiness appeared to cheer the freckles —— but it was still apparent that her heart was filled with joy at the moment, as if it were coming from those talkative eyes.

But as usual, the phoenix flame only blinked quietly.

For this wonderful student, Brando's heart rose with warmth and a smile.

“Teacher's swordsmanship is as enviable as ever.” Phoenix Fire said wholeheartedly.

“You're good too, practicing fast.” Brando stopped and said to her.

“It's still much worse than a teacher. ”

Brandohaha smiled: "Don't worry, one day it will be more than mine. ”

“Really? ”

Brando nodded seriously, and he was definitely not exaggerating.

Phoenix's dark eyes flashed the light of anticipation, and one day she could also protect the teacher.

Two people walked down the stairs, Phoenix Fire took the sword from Brando, held the sword and consciously stepped back, guarding the student's duty. She looked up at Brando's back with revered light in her eyes.

Far away is the town of Lataki, a depressed city after the war, inhabited not only by the Sassards, but also by many Bansians.

Many lost their families in the war.

Crying came from far away in the wind.

Yet few will understand what it means to be what happened today--

In the next nearly 60 years of witch warfare, people lost more, and Lataki was turned into flying ash by a spell strike during the forest tsunami, and no one survived.

But the demise of the Sassard Alliance marked the early end of the Wizard War.

This is not just about the revenge of a kingdom - more importantly, where people are united in advance. The armies of the Buga and Jiufeng will further clean up the half-man clans that have surrendered to the Sassards and the Dusk Dragon above the Great Plains - the other arm of the Dusk Dragon after the loss of the Cruz World War I herders, and the power of the return of all things will be severely hit.

At the very least, this war can declare that the threat emanating from behind the civilized world has come to an end, and that one can finally free one's hands to deal with the real threat emanating from the dragon of dusk.

But Brando didn't feel relaxed.

Since the destruction of the Sassards was predictable, did the dragon of dusk abandon two important pieces of chess in Cruz and St. Osor just to create a White Mountain disaster and civil unrest in Eruin?

No, that's obviously not enough.

……

William Pistol walked carefully through a dark lobby with his shining staff in his hand.

The sound of footsteps sand in the void, the only sound seemed to remain in the deep space, and he watched carefully the condition of the hall, revealing a heavy divine colour on his face.

At the edge of the light, tiny worms are escaping into the cracks of the wall, leaving only empty spider webs; the lobby is filled with dust, debris scattered across the ground, and there is a smell of mold in the air that is not close to life.

But suddenly he stopped.

The magical light illuminates the first step forward, gazing up the staircase, on the gray-covered throne, sitting at the end of a black robe full of spider webs. The skeleton was crowned and one hand still supported his jaw, sitting crooked on the throne, but in the orbit of a black hole, the light of the past had long passed.

When he shouted, William's staff landed on the ground by mistake.

He blushed and took a step back.

“This is impossible…”

Concealment, the school of the Silver Wizard who specializes in psychic and formation magic.

At the same time, it is also the most unique of the three colored Bukan wizards. These powerful black wizards are not keen to fight for power on the continent; instead, they have been at the forefront of the struggle against chaos for seven centuries.

They are also the biggest rivals of silver snakes and tree herders.

Ever since Yuki, the leader of the Imperial Order, left the city above the Great Glacier, they have lived up to their promise, and although they have not returned to the mainland for nearly 300 years, no one has expected it to end this way.

William Pisto recognized the crown.

That's Yuki's royal laurel.

The sound of countless sands suddenly came from the darkness, and the wizard leader turned around suddenly and the staff on the ground flew naturally into his hands, and he let the light shine forward, suddenly illuminating an ugly creature in the shadow of the hall.

Devil.

In fact, William has identified the person.

It was a tall monster standing in the midst of a bunch of evil demons, and he opened his mouth and smiled silently at him: "William Pisto, what a surprise it was to see you waiting for us here. ”

“Cyril, king of the Netherworld, you are awake? ”

The monster grinned twice: "It's only a few hundred years ahead of your expectations. ”

The old wizard's face suddenly changed dramatically.

……

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