The Amber Sword

After a loud bang, a rusty boat anchor in the hands of a giant skeleton broke out and dragged a long chain of noise towards Brando. But Brando's vision of silver flashed slightly off its original trajectory under the traction of the Law Line and hit it hard on the ground.

Brando then jumped and flew halfway through the chain, and the power of the gods was no less than that of this mythical King of Dead Bones, who dragged it forward alive. Brando grabbed the chain and borrowed another force, flashing his sword like a shadow and stabbing it at this huge skeleton.

A straight and bright line appears to have emerged in the darkness, and the phosphorus flashes in Goodmood's eyes as he grabs it with his claws raised, and the gray-white lines of law in space curve and reveal Brando's sword.

Softly, the skeleton giant grabbed the sword blade of Holy Sword Odyphus steadily - missed. Brando's heart flashed with surprise. His sword didn't fail, but it was the first time he'd seen it so directly through. The soul of this skull skull can't help but admire how powerful it is. The elements of the soul can drive the line of law through space to perceive the attacker's location.

Yes, Brando has realized that what the other person perceives is not the sword in his hand, but the sword himself. Even if such a degree of soul element does not reach the height of the power of existence, at least it touches the kingdom of the top element, the bridgekeeper of the legendary bridge of the dead, who claims to possess the deity of the dead.

He did not hesitate to let go of the sword in his hand and lean aside - as if to let that giant bone take the Holy Sword Odyphus. Even Goodmood raised his head and the two pale phosphorous flames in his orbit were nearly lantern-sized and dark.

Assuming it can see —— it must see an illusion in the shadows, holding a sword, slowly forming in front of it. But unfortunately, the carcass is invisible, and it can only feel the presence of the soul.

Without the ripples of any soul, the phantom hand of nine weeks after the wind held Sina, flashing away, breaking her seven ribs one sword at a time. The King of Dead Bones made a terrible cry and stood tall and pulled back the iron anchor. The iron anchor swept with the wind towards Brando beside it, but the latter didn't look at it either. He punched directly against the iron anchor with a cold face.

The iron anchor buzzed straightened the chain and flew back several laps along the neck of the giant skeleton, causing this divine carcass to lose balance and lean backwards, while the holy sword in his hand, Odyphus, also flew out of hand. Brando raised his head to take over the sword, while an arrow moved forward, immediately following Goodmood's another punch over its otherwise broken chest.

In a string of broken bones, almost half the body of the King of Dead Bones blew apart and fell backwards completely, but Brando quickly grabbed the chain of iron anchors and pulled it back alive. In the eyes of ordinary people, the body of a giant creature was lightweight in Brando's hands, as if it were a rag doll, and it flew back, and Brando cut it straight into two pieces with a backhand sword.

Fractured bones scattered over the ground, and two halves of the King of Dead Bones fell heavily on the ground and raised a cloud of dust. Aloz couldn't help but look at Brando brightly with his eyes.

This is a real divine war.

Though not a true god, Goodmood the King of Dead Bones is at least a demigod. Don't look at it so weak in front of Brando, but if it were the best of the Bukas in the universe, their spell would be hard to harm.

With the power of space and time in every punch of Brando, it can be said that every punch tears apart Goodmood's soul elements and extreme plains. The power of the soul is fragile under absolute control of space and time.

What an absolute force.

That's absolute power.

But Brando wasn't loose at all, and he turned around and shouted, "Charles! ”

“Found it, Lord!” The bright blue light was shining in Charles' eyes at the moment, and he was filtering cards in his fate card library by predicting future spells. A page of cards swept through his eyes, finally letting him find the one he wanted.

At this time, Goodmood's headlights were shining, and it was the seventy-eighth time that this power had been applied, and the light of this Undead artifact, as long as it was lit on it, all injuries were directly restored.

Charles showed his spell - failure, destruction of the target artifact or junction. You get ten percent power. The lines of law in space lit up and cracked, and the lights in Goodmood's hand faded.

The giant carcass screamed, the phosphorus ignition in his eyes dissipated, and his whole body seemed to have lost its combined power and collapsed and scattered. Charles walked forward and kicked his foot onto its giant skull, kicking that thing's bones down the abyss.

“Fortunately, you finally found it," Brando wiped the sword, Odyphus said in disgust: "Otherwise, I'm afraid we're going to have to fight this damn dead spirit for another seventy or eighty rounds here, and when we get back to Warnde, we'll just have to collect the bodies of the others. ”

“Lord, the filter spell is not what you want to accomplish, who calls your face so dark? ”

“Who's dark? ”

Charles shrugged his shoulders and changed the subject: "Don't Phoenix and Manocha have spells for the exterminator? ”

“We don't have the ability to filter!” The fairy lady said drummedly.

Tia, who has come so far to immunize the divine dead from all sorts of magic, has no role at all in such a battle, unless Metisa can spread the line - but it is clear that Brando is not going to let everyone do their utmost here.

The elf girl looked at the scattered skeleton and was somewhat surprised: “It just died. Is it Goodmood? ”

“Goodmood is immortal.” Metissa replied with a smile.

“It's not dead? ”

Brando walked over to pick up the lantern, and the surface of the lantern cracked open a long mouth, but that mouth was clearly slowly healing: “The bridgekeeper of the bridge of the dead, the immortal Sovereign of the dead, is also a curse, a curse that it wanders here indefinitely, the divinity is indelible, it will not perish. ”

He dumped the lantern in the dust, but Tia ran off and picked it up -- it was an artifact, anyway.

Brando looked up at the mist in the distance and said, "Come on, it could be the sleep of the dead moon up ahead. ”

“Dead Moon Sleep? ”

“It is the sacred place of the dead, the place of eternal sleep," replied Medfis with some vision: "The dead will sleep here forever and will no longer remember the things of the world, but they will be truly reborn in the underwater sea, and their souls will return to the tree of the world, and one day they will be resurrected in another image in this world. ”

“The Land of Eternal Death is the ultimate belonging of all the dead spirits, the place where Erudnir, the goddess of the dead moon, is located.” Metisa replied.

But Brando suddenly stopped.

New remains appeared in the mist.

It is a dog monster the size of a hill, and people need to look up to see it in its entirety. It is covered with wounds, and bronze blood pours down from the wounds, but it is already dry.

Brando saw the color of the blood, and he couldn't help but jump his eyelids.

“What is this?” Cecilia asked, “Wolf of dusk, the son of Fenrir? ”

“Look at their blood.” The monster had some sticky blood on her hands, and the blood on her fingers showed a bright bronze color, "she said.“ This is the son of Garm. ”

“Garm? ”

“The last bad dogs in the poem of the sky, the vanguard of dusk," replied Elaine. “But they are not dusk ethnicities, but bronze species. ”

Bronze seed.

This term makes everyone present tremble. Bronze is the missing blood line between black iron and silver, legend has it that they are descendants of giants, one of the last races created by the gods.

They are the only beings in the world that can accept Tiamat's authority perfectly and extract nutrients from dark magic. They are a powerful and perfect family, but unfortunately they were born bloodthirsty, cruel and belligerent, created by the gods and abandoned by them. They rely on the dragon of dusk and betray the dragon of dusk, arguably a fateful clan.

And nothing short of what the gods call failed experiments, although Brando himself doesn't like that name very much.

But maybe it's luck in a way ——

It is because of the betrayal of the Bronze Clan that the people of black iron, as mortals, were able to emerge in this world.

“Is this the legendary bronze breed?” Sy dared to touch the outer skin of Garm's children and touch the cold hands, but clearly felt the presence of the Tiamat Rule Line. "Are the monsters their offspring? ”

Brando nodded.

“But why are there bronze plants here?” Little dragons are a little surprised: “Aren't they supposed to be extinct long ago? ”

“It's just a corpse," Frofa said of her speech: “It doesn't prove that they weren't extinct. ”

“But I always thought it wasn't that simple.” Aloz replied solemnly: "The battlefield here does not seem to be that far away, and in reality the bronze species has gradually retreated from history since the time of Tianqing. ”

There is also a slight agreement in Brando's mind about this statement. At least in his known history, he had never heard of a war between the bronze clan and the dead, and the Bukas had documented their gradual annihilation by the Gods and the Gods after the war in Tianqing, after which the Gods gradually faded out of sight.

“Perhaps they've been hiding here?” Tia asks, "The gods have long passed away, and no one knows exactly what happened in the lower realm. ”

This is an implicit reminder to Brando.

But he shook his head, but there was some doubt in his mind, and he always felt like he seemed to have something in mind, but the memories of previous and future generations seemed irrelevant. In Amber Sword, he never heard of the Bronze Clan.

Everyone moved forward slowly.

There are more and more corpses in the dark, not only of bronze, but also of clusters and demons. Charles raised his cane high, allowing the top of the cane to shine bright light through the floating fog, and outlined the mountainous remains a little further away. There was silence around, and several world roots penetrated from the darkness in the distance, through the mist above everyone's head, making the whole space seem odd and weird.

Everyone looked silently at this battlefield of uncertain times, fighting more intensely than anyone could have imagined, and it was puzzling - the twilight, the dead and the bronze seemed to belong in different camps, and from the state of the bodies, they were fighting each other.

This is so weird.

Tia lifted up Mordgood's soul lamp and shone it around her as if, Flo glanced at her and said coldly: “Throw it away.” The Pokémon Little Girl blinked her eyes, some looking at her sister in a pitiful manner, whispering: “This is Lord's trophy. ”

Flo glanced at Brando calmly, and Brando hurried, "I don't want this thing, it's an artifact, but it's not for the average person. By the way, when it recovers, maybe Goodmood will come back to you, Tia. ”

Tia was frightened and couldn't help but lift the lantern and take a closer look, as if there was a real ghost fire burning in the lantern. She was so frightened, she shook down the lantern, and all she said was a little war-shaking: "I, I, I put it here, okay? ”

“I think it's better if you put it back on the bridge, Tia.” Charles replied with a smile.

“Me, me, me alone?” Tia was about to cry and her legs almost fell to the ground. Good thing Flo grabbed her sister with quick eyes, she held Tia's hand, patted her back comfortably, and looked up at Charles with no anger.

Charles shrugged his shoulders. As for Metisa and Cee, she couldn't help but stand by.

Aloz looked at the fog and the darkness of the battlefield, and the little mother dragon had a heavy expression on her face: "What a great battle.” For a giant dragon who carries knowledge from her veins, it is clear that the silent scene here evokes some memories in her heart.

“It was a great war.” Brando nodded, and a world of tree roots converged here, forming an open plain where the contours of Palazzo Erudnir were already visible in the distance. This is a place of permanent sleep, where countless bodies sleep in darkness, but none are below the rank of lord.

The beam of light emitted from the seven slabs in his hand occasionally changed direction, but always pointed to the kingdom of the Moon Goddess. When there was no longer a path, the crowd had to tread on the skeleton, and the sound of the cracked bone rubbing was palpitating.

Hippamilla walked side by side compared to the hard hammer in her hand, and she seemed to find an interesting thing, knocking down hard, and the hammer hovering over the skull of a Whitesen on the side of the road, flashing her chin with pride.

But it was at this time that the darkness cracked.

Miss Cleric frightened, she raised her hammer in confusion, but the skull of Whitesen was intact, and a pair of black hole eyes looked at her motionlessly. Hippamilla turned around and found everyone looking up over a nearby bone mountain.

A human bone rolls down that direction.

Tiger Sparrow and others were ready to fight for the first time, and Sy and Metisa put down their spears. As for Tia, who had already frightened a quail, she hid behind her sister with a pale face - afraid that Mr. Mordgood would come to her trouble.

A deformed monster appeared on the mountain.

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