The Amber Sword: Act 483 is extraordinary

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Surrounding Valhalla, the silver doorway of lights were opened one by one, and wizard stepped out of it. Standing in the sky, holding magic staff and robe in the north wind.

"tissadormara!" (in the name of a star)

A wizard held up magic staff in his hand. The gem on the staff's head sparkled, and the silver beam emerged from the gem and shot in the other direction.

"natazzvro!" (lyra, one of the twelve witch constellations)

The first wizard in the clockwise direction also lifted magic staff, aimed the jewel on magic staff in his hand at the silver light that came out, and the light passed through the jewel and immediately turned to the other direction.

A name wizard has extended one's own magic staff. In the sky, the secret walker of the red robe, the High Tower Illusion spell division of the blue robe, and the gray Wizard of the gray robe, the colored robes complement each other, and when the silver beam passes through one's magic staff, it will refract more quickly toward the other In one direction, time after time refracts until it finally forms a continuously divided circle.

A great circle around the Valhalla.

Hollis finally lifted up one's own magic staff 'Togriffin', and the silver beam of light passed through the dreamlike ring of azure tears on the head of the staff to make a final stroke for this giant circle.

He stared at the giant tree below with indifferent silver eyes, slightly biasing magic staff in his hand.

"natadohla day," (Northern Crown of Wind crown,)

"Fishionratado Day." (Scepter of the Earth.)

"flame_eaam_oss_vitss," (Elements of the Quartet,)

"tissadorliary!" (Guide to the stars.)

A bright light burst from the tears of azure, pointing directly to the center of the great circle.

A huge silver Rune appeared on the giant circle flame. With it as the center, the silver Halo suddenly expanded outward to First Circle. Countless mysteries Rune naturally formed in the ring. It was a magic formation. Then, seventeen magic formation connected to it are formed in sequence.

In the hall of the tree, the Light Spirit are already in a mess.

"It's finished, arrogance is too much!" Monica stuck out her tongue. She swooped on the console, slammed almost all the crystal into the groove, and screamed loudly: "Valhalla!"

"Warning, strong Magic ripple detected. third floor shield target is expected to be determined as Chord Magic, elemental attack, intensity 13th order, and Mana ripple response detected as falling star strike." The girl's unhurried voice echoed Within the hall of the tree.

"Quick, how much energy is there?"

"The remaining energy is 11.3%. It is expected to withstand the attack intensity of Tier 11 or below."

Light Spirit Young Lady shot one's own forehead: "I'm going to die, please notify Lord Thane!"

The north wind howls.

The silence on the battlefield.

Whether it is Trentheim people, or Southern Territory noble, Knight and private soldiers, everyone is watching this scene blankly. Such a war has already exceeded their imagination.

The sky is showing the second Rune, written with light: eaam. (Earth)

"Master ..."

Knights looks back.

Brando patted his young Captain on the shoulder. He came to raises head, and the silver network was reflected in his eyes. But what he saw was not the Magic of Sasaarland people. It is the sky of grey, the vast plains, and the long winds.

He closed his eyes, exhaled softly, and inhaled.

Into the lungs is cold air, Aura from the north wind. It comes from the distant Anzeluta plateau and crosses the warm sparkling sea. Sparkling waves on the sea, and below the sea, in the direction of the ocean current, the ethnic group of Naga is migrating south. It came here. Bringing the wind of the Northland.

Brando saw all this with his own eyes. His eyes seemed to penetrate through the plains and mountains, through the sky and the earth, everything in Vaunde. All in his eyes.

He sighed and sucked.

The wind on the battlefield suddenly stopped.

The wind is still, and the falling snow is still. People looked around in horror, and the snow fell quietly on the trees on both sides of Old. The river seemed to lose its sound, and crushed ice hit each other on the water. Then swallowed by the vortex. Each coniferous leaf hung quietly and silently.

"pā chā"

A crack appeared on magic staff, and Hollis suddenly came to raises head.

He saw the clouds flowing slowly in the gloomy sky, and the snowflakes were still falling, but I do n’t know when the wind of all things already stopped.

At a height of thousands of meters, wind is no longer flowing.

"This ... is ..."

Brando Opened her eyes, and her dark brown eyes reflected a nearly straight skyline.

He slowly turned over and dismounted, removed Holy Sword from the saddle, and slowly retracted the sword into the sheath, raised the scabbard with the strap over his head, and hung his hand behind him.

The young White Lion Knight, Trentheim, Aouine Southern Territory's nobles, Knight, and personal soldiers. People on the battlefield, near and far, watched his actions alone.

And Brando raised his head.

In his eyes, already is another look. It no longer has mountains and rivers, it no longer has flowing wind and water, it no longer has flames and earth, it no longer has all elements and substances.

The trees disappeared, the forest disappeared, the distant Grahár Mountain Ranges disappeared, and the entire Trentheim disappeared in turn.

A world of countless silver lines interwoven with countless nodes appeared in his eyes. This world will no longer have substantial power, but truth and Laws are everything.

Sacred Realms.

Brando takes a step.

The purple wave is approaching Valhalla silently. already is covered with Forest Elf and Centaur, Roulind and small Mantoro standing side by side on the fortress walls, holding Brando as their sabre, and watching it nervously A scene.

Not far from them, Heinz took a deep breath, his hands and swordswoman clung to each other.

A third Rune is appearing in the sky.

The wind of all things, the most free and unrestrained element in the world.

"Scrape"

Another magic staff break sound.

Hollis turned back, it was like a source of a chain reaction. A series of breaking sounds sounded. He saw a branch magic staff broken in the hands of one's own colleagues.

Sasaarland people watched the scene happen suddenly, they could hardly make any response, time seemed to slow down its pace at that moment. In the slow flow of time, there was a loud noise, and the third huge Rune fracture over Valhalla disappeared ...

All wizard spit out blood.

They also felt Wind Element disappeared.

It is being pushed out of the land by an inexplicable force.

"Oh my God, what's going on ...?"

"Someone has taken away our power!"

"I can't feel Wind Element's existence ..."

"This is the direct rejection of high-level forces against low-level forces. There are sages near here ..."

wizards looked at the ashes of magic staff in his hands, with a pale expression on his face, and couldn't help looking subconsciously.

But Hollis contracted tightly. "Be careful!" He shouted back, a flash of light burst on the ground, and a scream. A narrow sword light intersects with a secret walker.

The man's face looked stunned, and then his head slowly drooped down until it fell from his neck. The headless corpse softly fell to the ground and soon became a tiny black spot.

Where he originally stood, a youngster holding a sword appeared.

youngster stands with his back to everyone.

Holy Sword has been sheathed on the back. The coat's corners hang down because there is no wind, motionless. The hand holding the hilt of the sword, the fingers are long and strong, the knuckles are pale, and they are placed quietly on the distorted and weird guards.

"Holy ... xian ..."

Hollis almost squeezed these two words out of his teeth.

Brando shook his head. Asked calmly:

"What is power, Sasaarland?"

"Stop talking," Hollis suddenly launched seven different magic formations behind him: "Confinement, Gravity bless/buff, Slowness, Predictive Action, Laws Analysis, Telepathy, Forbidden Domain"

Seven consecutive spells descended on Brando.

Unfortunately, Brando is just a sweep with your hand, all of these spell are falling apart.

Holith's eyes narrowed slightly. warning sign was born in his heart. He took one step from retreat, but could not move at all. The face of the most trusted deputy of Sarde Warlock turned white for a long time.

What he understands at once ...

Just slow him down. Other wizardss have also begun to implement one's own spell, but they have not waited for these people to complete spell. Suddenly the whole person turned into a flame, screaming and falling into the cloud.

This tragic scene made everyone stop trembling.

"This, this is ..."

"divine power ..."

"How is this possible, the oracles have died long ago!"

They stopped talking suddenly.

wizards one after another, his complexion turned pale.

Brando did not reopen.

He listened silently. There was no wind flowing in the sky, but he seemed to hear a sound. It was a rumbling roar, echoing from the whole world, as if it were the pulsation of a world.

A moment, a moment, every time is strong and powerful, like a hammer hammer hits his body, making his blood resonance, as if boiling, making the same thunderous sound.

Brando slowly turned around.

wizards couldn't help holding their breath, because they first saw a pair of black eyes, but gradually merged into the silver light, and the silver seemed to be mixed with a strand of golden splendour.

The golden glow is getting more and more abundant, finally completely covering the eyes of Brando's.

Hollis only felt that one's own's heart throbbed, as if at any time he would break the restraint of his chest and jump out of his chest.

Bang, bang, bang, the whole battlefield is shrouded in that huge roar, that is the powerful beat of the heart, but it is not Hollis, but belongs to a great Will.

"Reshaping the blood ..."

"Fusion Laws ..."

"Perfect Body ..."

Hollis thought he must be crazy. Why can a mortal do such a step? Why after the age of Saint can a mortal break free from tiamatLaws?

Why is a mere mortal able to cross the boundary of Black Iron and silver in one step and step into the realm of gold.

That is the most powerful existence below the power of existence.

He couldn't believe it, he could see the birth of a Demigod with his own eyes.

10,000 years after the death of the gods.

Such power has once again returned to this land.

What happened to all this?

Hollis watched the youngster turn around and waved his hand gently, the huge silver magic formation over Valhalla shattered in a creak and crunch.

As if it had never been existence.

"So do you understand?" Brando said lightly: "People who can't even insist on themselves can never understand the original meaning of this world, and the truth behind Laws naturally misses you."

"The Sasaarland man chose a path of destruction by himself," he glanced at these wizards with a cold look: "You are complacent, but it is just the madness before the extinction."

"No"

Hollis shouted with all his strength.

But the raging flames of already burst out of him, and he was burned to ashes in an instant. Brando turned his head, thirty-two Sasaarland wizard had time to turn in the future, and already burned in the fire.

Brando silently flipped his palm.

A light golden vein is flowing under the skin.

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