Brando turned his head and looked at the others in the wind that smelled of gunpowder.
Huang Huo took a small breath and tried to calm her mood. She replied: "Like Madara, Jiufeng has also fought against strange things in the long history. We have lost countless relatives, no matter where we stand, Teacher, I would like to fight them all."
Fang Qi came up.
"Master Earl."
"Do you want to return to the Yulong Sacred Sword?" Brando said in his heart.
"But our strength is insignificant."
"It's okay, I need a promise from you."
"The ghost car has a promise."
"Even about the jade mystery?"
Fang Qi hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and nodded.
A sapphire long sword suddenly appeared in Brando's hand. He turned the tip of the sword upside down and handed it over. "I hope you don't disappoint me, Mr. Fang Qi."
Fang Qi's pale hand held the jade sword hilt.
Naquille grabbed the shoulders of Adeni who wanted to rush up. The latter turned his head back and shouted anxiously: "This is an opportunity to let him return the Eye of All-Knowing to us, Naquil, you what are you doing?"
The elf ranger looked at her and shook his head silently: "This is not an opportunity, Adeni, does the Eye of All-Knowing really belong to us?"
"But it..."
"You and I are not its owners. We are just the people who carry it. The All-Knowing Eye stays in the desert country because it chose Rubik, and it's the same now—"
"Then what do we do, what about our mission?"
"Have you forgotten the teachings of God?"
"of course not."
"That's enough," Naquel loosened her shoulders. "Wisdom is the power of silence. We must always see the way forward, understand who our enemies and friends are, and follow him. He is right. Madara cannot lose this war."
"Humph!" Adeni snorted. She drew out her long sword, turned around, pointed the bright tip of the sword high towards the sky, and shouted: "Knights of the Winged Knights of Pull, no... I mean the sun. My colleagues in the Flower Mercenary Group, draw your sword and set off!"
"What is the Sunflower Mercenary Group?"
"God know, don't question the ability of the deputy head of the group to choose a name, did you know that the first cat she raised was called Huihui, the daughter of Huihui was called Baibai, and the son of Baibai was called Heihei."
"Hei Hei's son or daughter?"
"No, there was one time when the deputy commander didn't hug it so tightly when he took it out. It ran away like flying and never came back."
"That's sad."
The knights couldn't help but drew their swords, talking and laughing.
The wind brought Rubik’s conversation to Brando’s ears, and he glanced in that direction, pulling the wings of the Knights. No wonder the quality of these knights is so high. It is Rubik’s Knights Templar, the guardian The core power of the Sun Temple, their status is similar to Cruz's Fireborn Knights, but the number is less than half of that of the Fireborn Knights.
"Mr. Frank," Brando said, "Miss Magdal will leave it to you. It may be difficult to take care of her on the battlefield later."
Frank nodded.
"Medissa, I'll leave it to you next."
The silver elf little princess silently nodded her head, she held up her right hand, and a flashing silver card was spinning in her palm, and finally turned into a long horn.
The long horn sounded through the battlefield—
"Whose horn is that?"
She turned her head and glanced at the ministers.
"It may be their horn..."
"In the past few days, they have never sounded the trumpet. Why did they suddenly sound the trumpet today?"
"This... We don't quite understand, Your Majesty."
"Then figure it out—"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
She turned around, her black robe spread over the high marble platform like water, and the scepter held in her pale hand was flowing like mercury, and her pale face did not seem to have the feelings of living beings, indifferent and indifferent. , Calm and unhurried—
The undead has regained its footing, and the white mist is eroding the entire battlefield. Thousands of knights are platooned into long rows, like an invisible blade cutting into the army of crystal clusters, when the knights and the crystal clusters collide with each other. At the same time, there was no sound—neither shouts nor the sound of metal collision, like a silent image, a replay of the scene a thousand years ago—the ethereal knight passed directly by the crystal clusters like a ghost.
But the picture returned to normal in the next moment, and the surface of the crystal clusters that were in contact with the unknown person quickly lost their color, became dim, and then shattered and shattered into a colorless and transparent crystal fragment.
This invisible blade swept across the left wing of the battlefield. The crystal cluster army there was immediately defeated, and a huge gap appeared on the battlefield.
However, the seven undead legions have no spare power, at least twenty times their enemies are nailing every reserve force of the undead in place. The working hours of the crystal clusters are chaotic, but they are effective.
Like their opponents, they are not afraid of death.
The black eyes of the person holding the mercury rod were cold, and she did not give any orders, as if this battle related to the survival of the black rose of Bromanto had nothing to do with it.
But everyone understands that when the war has reached this point, all that is left is resignation.
Ruowangyue also cares for everyone.
Ooh, the long tone of the horn rang again—
Andrea and her colleagues are coming out of a crystal forest, and the entire Finjotos Strait battle is presented in front of these one hundred and twenty-two war goddesses.
In the southern part of the Dead Moon Inner Sea, there is no landmark named Finhotos, and this place is called the Strait because it is located between the Jinghai and the Moon. The names of these two seas are said to come from an ancient Inheritance, and the only “land” protruding from the “sea surface” between them can be called a strait.
Outside the elemental boundary, there is no real sea. Even if there is sea water, it has been exhausted by the escaping frenzied magic in tens of thousands of years of war. This is a world with absolutely vitality.
But hope is conceived in speechlessness, and it is precisely because of its existence that Vaughan, like a baby in a swaddle, nurtures life and the future in a peaceful sleep.
The mothers gave the two to the two worlds.
The duty of the elder brother is to guard the world. The people born here have never regretted it, because they believe that one day, the support from their grown-up brothers will completely rewrite this war.
That is the only hope in this world.
This world is called Magritos, which means borders.
This is the frontier of civilization.
Andrea watched everything on the battlefield. For a moment, thousands of memories emerged in her heart. Most of these memories did not come from her. Those were the last of the ancestors who sacrificed on the battlefield. Fragments, their experience, together with Xiyi, will be remembered in the hearts of every posterity.
'One day, the people we are guarding from another world will come here from behind the door, and the power of the civilization that has grown up will eventually win this eternal battle—'
'We can't support it anymore, day after day, year after year, where are they? '
'Are we abandoned, Master Martha...? '
'I don't want to die! '
'Andrea, it hurts me...'
"They are here." Andrea said quietly: "Sisters."
Although it is still very weak, the seed of hope has been planted, and one day it will grow into a towering tree. In this way, the war also has meaning.
Andrea looked back.
"Get ready to fight, sisters, the heroic spirits won't be able to support too much time. The key is to tell them, to tell everyone in Warnd, that the Land Legion is still fighting—"
She put on a helmet.
Everyone made the same action and put on helmets.
That helmet is very different from Warnd's style. It has no metallic luster on the surface, but more like a crystal visor, dark and dark, reflecting the dark green light.
Lines of data flow down from the black crystal visor, like a waterfall, reflected in Andrea's eyes.
Then it turns into one, forming a rotating, Tiamat mark.
"Request higher agreement authorization..."
"Connect to the battlefield..."
"Request battlefield data link..."
"Load Tiamat system."
"Permission: Goddess of War."
One hundred and twenty people, at the same time, raised slightly, a bright silver mark appeared on their foreheads. "Flight form." Andrea's voice reached every companion's ear through the psychic communication system.
Only the will can't be destroyed. On the battlefield at dusk, psychic communication is the safest transmission method.
According to legend, this is a system developed by the people of God and the Journey Masters.
One hundred and twenty-two light wings stretched out from behind them at the same time.
"Request Cell Nucleus XIV to release weapons, assault configuration—"
Andrea looked up.
In the sky, three huge light spots appeared above the clouds. They were three magic circles formed by criss-crossing lines of laws. They corresponded to the stars of Tiamat, the dragon of war. The huge magic circles are like gears. Generally spinning.
Every time it turns, it sweeps away the thick clouds, and beams of light descend from the sky to various positions on the battlefield.
Andrea raised her hand, and a beam of light immediately appeared in her hand. The beam of light solidified and formed within a few seconds, forming a dark sword.
Then the beam of light fell on her, and the streamlined armor immediately covered her body.
"ready to go!"
She yelled in a low voice.
"Wait, there are more advanced permissions on the battlefield!"
Suddenly, someone screamed.
There was a panic in the communication channel.
Since 1,600 years, the footprints of the gods have once again appeared outside the borders of the elements. Andrea suppressed the shock in her heart. She whispered to her colleagues:
"Don't mess, lock his position, and ask who the other party is?"
"Is Gaia Will?"
"Or the truth will?"
"Andrea..." The voice in the communication channel was almost crying: "His authority is too high, and the system prompts us that we can't request it. Oh my God, look at that mark... Then, that, that's...? No, no, no … He is not the first generation... that is... ”
"Martha is here, ancestor!!"
Seven thousand years later.
The ancestors returned to Warnd.