The Amber Sword: Act 503 a ray of hope V

When Miss Adviser slowly opened his eyes, he found himself standing in a strange place.

"This is ... where, am I ... dead?"

She raised her hand a little hesitantly, slowly stretched it to one's own's cheek, and pressed it, as if to confirm whether she was an Spectre.

In the distance is the endless basalt surface, densely packed with square mountains.

The green lightning shuttles through the clouds, and the wind blows her long hair, making her have to use her hands to pull the hair in front of her back at all times. She raised her head, lifted her tattered skirt, barefoot, raised the steps -- for a moment, but still moved forward firmly.

Dust and sand rise in the wind and roll over the girl's skirt.

In the midst of the wind and sand, there is only a lonely figure, hobbled forward step by step.

The endless plain --

In the study room, the fragments of Holy Sword flew up from the ground, like the sand in the wind, flying up and around Miss Adviser.

Brando is holding Holy Sword Ordefeiss, and coldly is watching Warlock Sadr. Beside him, Freya clenched his fists with both hands and lost his fist. She gritted her teeth and glared with red eyes at this wizard -- of Silver Lineage. They should have been the guardians of order, the passers of Fire of Civilization.

"What are you guys?" Warlock Sadr looked at the two unexpected guests in shock and anger.

What about the guards? What about the other Sadr wizard in the castle?

He stretched out his hand, leaned on the side of the gray crystal magic staff that had not been used before, and flew into the air, then fell into his hand.

The Aura on the youngster in front of him makes his scalp explode.

Difficult, why did you meet a young king of Dragon Race?

He had five fingers and did n’t dare to have any reservations. The gray crystal magic staff in his hand pointed at two people: "Universe of the universe, imprisonment!" This spell of Eleventh Circle is the supreme achievement of Conjuration Magic Space type magic. I can only see the four sides of Space Slowly unfold a singularity universe with trillions of galaxies. The strong wind in the house burst, books and sundries flew into the quadrilateral void, followed by tables and chairs, various cabinets and bookshelves, and finally the room. The ceilings of the buildings collapsed, and the bricks and tiles broke free of the wall and converged into a torrent.

But Brando is just a punch.

Even Jinyan Holy Sword Ordefeiss was useless, he only handed the sword from his right hand to his left hand, then raised his fist, introduced one fist into this singularity universe, and swept it into pieces with a rag, usually straight. Straight through the void, in the extremely shocked look of Warlock Sadr, he punched him **** the lower abdomen.

The look on his face was simply four words.

This is impossible --!

So one of the twelve wizard Bosss of this Buga man, King of Warlock of Sasaarland, had no time to make a painful sob, the whole man flew out as if folded in half, smashed into the back wall, masonry It broke down.

Brando did not say a word, one step forward stepped into the diffused smoke, reached out under the rubble, and raised the ashamed Warlock Sadr from the rubble with a sound.

He asked word by word:

"Do you still think mortals are weak now?"

The Warlock Sadr with swollen nose and swollen face screamed, "Holy ... the power of the sage, you ... you are Silver Dragon King Lodian ..."

"Answer -- error."

Brando lifted this wizard Boss up high, and then threw it hard to the ground, making a loud noise. This poor King of Warlock has flew out like a ball, hitting all obstacles along the way Crush. Thanks to him being Silver Lineage and existence close to the sage, he did not hit the bones and broken bones. Rao was so broken and several bones were broken.

Seeing this scene, even Freya could not help but let go of her hand. She had never seen Brando like this.

Furious, indifferent, and unforgiving.

But she didn't feel scared at all, she just felt calm and warm.

Because the anger in the heart comes from commitment, that is the true pride of a man and Thane.

Never trample on --

Warlock Sadr spit out a large amount of blood before climbing up from the ground, but still did not give up the resistance, grasped again, grabbed one's own gray crystal magic staff with a ten-foot gap.

He understands that this time he has encountered a strong enemy, and the opponent ’s strength level is faintly higher than himself. He did n’t want to break his head and figure out who the opponent is, not Silver Dragon King Lodian. the power of? Of course, even in the most absurd assumptions, Warlock Sadr has not imagined it, and the other party is the Thane of the Her Highness the Princess's Knights, Count of Radnor, and Trentheim people praised by Aouinian.

Without him, just a mortal.

But mortal is destined to give him an unforgettable memory forever.

First Amandina.

It will now be her Lord Thane.

Sadr sinks his heart. After all, he has experienced hundreds of battles, and even faced the man -- who was trembling with him, called Dragon of Darkness Odin. He raised the grey crystal magic staff, and read in large sections the Taboo words recorded on the oldest documents, wind and lightning, flames and ice, all forming behind him.

He stretched out his thin five fingers and screamed with a hissing noise: "Give me drop dead!, elemental disaster!"

This is the spell invented by a Colossal Dragon called Calamity.

The plague of blue, the element Colossal Dragon.

Fourteenth Circle is the limit that all beings can reach under God races.

Restriction Curse.

With the action of King of Warlock, the ground within a few miles of the light castle shook. The earth elements are being removed. From the road from Winomare to Silman, the ground cracked, the earth and rocks were turned up, and the creature settled by the mud within the earth fled from the one's own nest. Thousands of people were not allowed Don't stop and watch this wonderful scene.

A few miles away, the clouds in the sky converge into a vortex, and the wind and Fire Element are evacuated from the altitude of several kilometers, converging into a cyan beam of light, and rushing to the light castle below the vortex.

Warren Ascended above the lake, the waves rolled backwards, starting to ebb as before the tsunami, and exposed the bottom of the lake with thousands of miles of strange rocks.

Water Element is being removed from material plane.

The light of the four natural elements converges into a light band that slowly merges into the gray crystals of magic staff in the hands of Warlock Sadr. Each of these light bands has a length of several miles. From a distance, it looks like colorful cloud . In the light of this colorful cloud, the look of Warlock Sadr looks distorted and 狰狞 --

Brando is also one step from retreat, blocking it in front of Freya by hand.

Anyway, the other party is also one of the twelve wizard Boss of Buga. Although it is not one of the strongest, it should not be underestimated.

The Fourteenth Circle spell is the best comment on the strength of the opponent.

"Brando?" Freya hid behind him, and asked a little worriedly.

But just saw Brando and only shook his head slightly.

Her heart settled.

Warlock Sadr already finished the last spell.

He raised the gray crystal magic staff. This is the second time in thousands of years that he has used this spell. He once saw this spell, the most magnificent in the world, a few hundred miles of ice crystal storms, lightning and thunder, burned all the fire and wind, and turned the entire Nesder Marsh into ashes.

The color of Fanaticism is reflected in the depths of his eyes. The era of Sasaarland is constrained everywhere. already is over. Silver Lineage will definitely dominate the order of this land. -- Because only those who have such power are worthy of being called The true owner of Vaunde.

But he didn't finally see the flame that ignited the deepest part of his spirit / mind.

Because the flames have gone out.

The wind has stopped.

The Elemental Water has dried up.

The restless land also calmed down.

Fanaticism's expression was frozen on the face of Warlock Sadr.

Brando also choked, what's going on? He clearly felt that the Mana in Space was rapidly disappearing, and the four series of natural elements relying on it also lost their room for dependence.

"Brando," Freya suddenly shoved the back of Brando's and shouted, "Look at Amandina!"

He turned back suddenly.

The broken Lion Heart Holy Sword was broken into 27 pieces.

At this moment, they are surrounded by Amandina. When each piece of circle is around for a week, a faint silver Rune appears. Every time the silver Rune shines, a basic Laws is extracted from this Space. -- Mana, element, destruction, constraint ...

"They ... they are disintegrating Restriction Curse of Warlock Sadr ..." Freya is almost unbelievable: "But ... how can Lion Heart Sword do such a thing?"

Brando frowned and shook his head.

Suddenly he realized something, glanced pitifully at Warlock Sadr kneeling on the ground, and raises head looked at the sky again.

There, the curly swirling clouds have long disappeared, leaving only a clear sky.

Brando replied softly: "Freya, that's not the power of Lion Heart Sword."

"Not Lion Heart Sword?"

He nodded.

From Bucce's less Valkyrie looked at him puzzled.

Brando also silently extend the hand, holding her somewhat cold hands, Freya slightly stunned, but did not pull his hands away. There was a strange feeling in her heart, as if she could feel the tenderness in this man's heart at this moment.

It's a silent feeling, it's silent, firm, and ubiquitous. It's the mother's care for the child. After thousands of years, even if she has left the world, she still still Firmly guard here.

Comparison.

The meanness of Sasaarland people is hardly mentioned.

"That's it, Marsha ..."

Above the sky.

The slender silver thread is being pulled out of this material world along the trace of this world.

Mana rotates the network that was extracted from tiamat, first deprived from the spell, and then the elements follow the contract between the four kings of the elements and their mothers, scattered and escaped, becoming the most basic between the universe. particle.

Material is the last. The basic framework of the world is disintegrating. Masonry, wooden beams, scattered pages and tables and chairs, like sand, are gone with the wind.

In a blink of an eye, the castle turns into a pile of grit of silver grey.

At this moment, countless Sasaarland people were shocked to find that they forever lost their ability to use Magic.

On the Silman avenue several miles away, businessmen are enthusiastically discussing the sudden earthquake just now; although some people are still worried, but after the disappearance of vision in the sky, most of them return to the one's own position with already. Above.

There is only one ragged, middle-aged man still looking frowning, staring silently at the water not far away.

The water surface is shaking slightly.

"Is there an aftershock?" he muttered.

But the vibration already became more and more obvious.

Some stones came to the street with strange dances. People in the shops on both sides sweared and ran out again. But this time, people were methodical and covered their heads to avoid being in a panic. Injured by falling objects.

People stood on the street, waiting for the aftershocks to pass again.

But the ground jumped.

Most people were knocked to the ground in an instant.

The middle-aged man turned around and supported the nearby trees with one hand. He turned his head and saw several gray-paved Savile Silver Lily members with a dull look.

"Strong Mana response ..."

"What is this?"

"divine artifact reaction?"

"I'm afraid ... I'm afraid more than ..."

In the crowd, a heartbreaking scream rang: "Look, Martha above, look over there!"

People looked in the direction they were pointing.

Everyone just feels that one's own's hair is up.

-- in the distant sky

A pure white beam of light.

From bottom to top, straight into the sky ...

And above the clouds, there was a huge light hand, which lightly caught the ray of light pillar.

Everyone's mouth widened and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Several members of the Lily Society cross their chests.

They all have a bit of puppet ...

"Ma, Mother Marsha ..."

That's another reunion between mother and her children after 12 thousand years.

Many people are crying at this moment.

...

The wind and sand form pillars.

Miss Adviser is once again tripped on a hard rock.

The palms and knees were frayed with a layer of skin and blood was dripping. But she did not say a word, silently got up with her teeth, trying to grasp the nearby sharp rocks again.

But one hand appeared in front of her.

Amandina is raises head.

In front, there is a woman standing in the soft white light. She can't even see each other's face, but strangely, subconsciously feels warm and peaceful in her heart.

"The pursuit of ideals and beliefs is a long and arduous process," the woman smiled and told her extend the hand, "It is not a foreign object that can truly lead to the final throne. Confidence. "

"Are you ...?"

"Not going to move on, brave boy?"

Amandina gritted his teeth, nodded, and grabbed the woman's hand.

She stood up.

Looking back, on the endless basalt plain, I do n’t know when the wind and sand dispersed.

A lot of people can be seen on the plain of grey. Like her, they are trekking in one direction.

Amandina opened her mouth slightly.

"Here, is the kingdom of the dead?"

The woman smiled slightly: "For the seeker of truth, what's the difference between life and death?"

The girl looked at her puzzledly.

"I knew your father, Amandina."

Looking at the girl's eyes widening in surprise, the woman said softly to her:

"I know each who is looking for hope."

"And your father's kiss is probably the one you are most proud of."

"You may not understand what kind of hope Mr. Borg – Nesson has left for you ..."

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