"The gods will not really die. They just lose their power and sleep in the deep space. Legend has it that the dragon of twilight planted a seed in the world of order in the last era. The cage came to seal her. The seed should have been wiped out, but it is said that she is not dead. She has been sleeping in this world. If the dragon of twilight finds her... If the dragon of twilight finds her..."
"What will happen?" Brando's heart jumped. This sentence caught his attention and asked subconsciously.
"The dragon of twilight will discover the real secrets of our world. At that moment, death and despair will rule everything. We have nowhere to escape. Everything, the fate of Martha and the gods will be its wings. Covered by—"
"The secret of our world?" Brando frowned. Why is this again? He asked: "The secret of our world, what is it?"
"I don't know, I don't know, my lord, that is just a legend, but that legend is true, you see, it has been realized..."
Brando suddenly realized that there was something wrong with this girl. He glanced back and found that Andrea's eyes were completely dark, as if the pupils and whites of the eyes were swallowed by something. He was taken aback and hurried. Turning back, grabbing the opponent's shoulder, shook it vigorously:
"Wake up!"
Andrea was startled suddenly, and the darkness in her eyes quickly faded. She gave Brando a startled look, and suddenly her feet softened and she knelt down subconsciously.
Brando hurriedly supported her and shouted: "What's the matter with you, Miss Andrea?"
"I... I'm okay..." Andrea was pale, and finally recovered. She grabbed Brando's strong arms and stood firm: "Sorry, my lord, my heart is taken away by the darkness."
"Don't lose hope, things are far from that far."
"I see."
Brando released her hand, turned her head, and slowly made a gesture of drawing a sword from the void, a beam of golden flames flowed upstream from his palm, forming a long sword full of cracks.
The Holy Sword Odyssey, the most resistant among the seven holy swords. At the same time, the meaning of the way of golden flames has the meaning of purification and purity. It is most suitable for dealing with the evil and the evil in the nightmare of the gods. Distorted, however, the son of the Heretic God has the same origin with it, and naturally it is also under the restraint of the holy sword.
Another holy sword that is more suitable for dealing with the son of the evil god is the holy sword of light, Missor. The reason is self-evident, but Brando does not own the latter at the moment.
It was only a moment from the conversation between the three to Brando drawing the sword. The distorted monsters had walked up to the front crookedly. The screams in their mouths suddenly turned into horrible screams at this moment, and then they flung their teeth and claws. come over.
Before the shadow's minions reached his eyes, Brando already felt a withered and withered breath rushing toward his face. That is the law and order governed by the dead moon goddess Claes, and Hela is in charge. The kingdom of the dead is different. Claes protects the dead. She is the goddess of the dead, suffering and despair walking on the earth, not the death of all things.
Therefore, she is not so much the god of the dead, as she is the master of the gates of the eternal kingdom, but her eternity is not true time stagnation, but the rest of eternal death.
But the law of Claes in the son of Cthulhu is more chaotic and desperate, as if after swallowing all things, the world is left with nothing but eternity. Such power swept the line of Brando's law, and he couldn't help being beaten for life. A cold war.
At that moment, he seemed to have seen the world after the end with his own eyes. After the death of Vaughan, everything was silent, and only a piece of gray dust remained between the world and the earth. There was neither space nor time, the corpses of the gods, Suspended in this ocean of ashes, all life was completely silent, only gray snowflakes fell from the sky, and purple lightning flashed above the clouds.
But that is the magical power of the sea of chaos.
Brando's heart throbbed, and he suddenly understood the feelings of the Silver Queen at the beginning. Instead of living in such a world, it is better to make this world crazy at the last moment.
If it doesn't erupt in silence, it perishes in silence.
But at the last moment, he woke up. Fortunately, it was not the goddess of the dead moon, Clath, who was influencing him, but her weak descendant. Brand broke out in a cold sweat and screamed: " Get out of me!"
The illusion in front of him was gone, and only the son of the evil god who shook his paw at him was left. This thing was actually not very strong. Its strength was at the peak of the truth side, but Brando saw that these twisted things are still They haven't reached the point of full maturity, they seem to have just escaped from the gap of the void, and they are not too familiar with this magically poor world. Once they grow up, the consequences are equally disastrous.
These things are not the same as the rubbish in Rusita.
Without thinking about it, a sword pierced forward into the heart of this shadow. The monster seemed to be a real person holding his heart in his hands, and let out a scream, his body fell backwards, and when he fell on the ground, it turned into a single body. The thin sheets of paper melted in an instant.
Brando couldn't help feeling a little bit cold when he saw this weird scene. The reason why the children of the evil gods are terrifying is because they are born by the twisted laws of this world, so they are completely different from the form that the creatures in the world of Warend should have. , Or to put it another way, in "Amber Sword", they are born out of the evil taste of the artists, how disgusting comes.
Thinking about it this way, the curse of those damn art artists in his heart had the upper hand, and he was not so uncomfortable. Looking back, the priest Philip had also killed an opponent. The third one to end the battle was Andrea, although she was previously The performance was a little abnormal, but after all, she was a girl from a fighting ethnic group, and she was able to deal with the Twilight ethnicity with ease.
Only Fang Qi and Mr. Liu encountered a little trouble. Brando helped them solve their opponents one by one. Only Huang Huo was left. When Mr. Liu saw this, he wanted to go up and help, but Brando stopped him and treated him. Shook his head.
Mr. Liu understood, he looked at the emperor of the Yufeng clan with some worry, but in the end he didn't make a move.
Brando wasn't very worried. The strength of Clais's descendants was almost the same as Huang Huo's strength, but their power nature was very special, and it was difficult for ordinary people to deal with. Such an opponent was hard to find.
Especially when these monsters are still immature, their threatening is also greatly reduced. After a while at night, Phoenix Fire will no longer be their opponent.
Soon there was only this son of the evil god left in the courtyard. Brando asked everyone to retreat, leaving enough room for the Phoenix Fire to fight. Then he turned his head, holding the holy sword, and phasing aside Philip. The priest asked:
"What is going on right now, Master, will the evil god descend in this city?"
Unlike before, Brando's voice contained self-evident anger at this moment. If there was no reasonable explanation, he would not mind killing a priest of the Temple of the Dead Moon before dealing with Claes.
He knew very well that if the goddess of the dead moon descended in this city, then everyone here would be doomed. He may be okay himself, but Metissa, Hippamilla, and Ms. Baiwu are not immune, let alone Huang Huo and Mr. Liu and his party.
Thinking of this, he inevitably felt deeply in his heart that this was yet another conspiracy of Queen Madara.
But the priest Philip did not look back, and calmly replied: "It's not that bad, Mr. Earl, the scene you saw earlier is that we are trying to seal the Lord Goddess, but there is not much time, and Her Majesty will know it. Explain all this to you."
"You can still seal your goddess, the legendary clone of Martha?" Brando asked sarcastically.
"Cress is not a clone of Martha, it's just an error, Mr. Earl, the undead believe in Martha only because we, like you, are citizens of order."
"We are not the same as you cold-blooded fellows," Brando replied. "You planned all of this from the beginning?"
"Planning? Does it do us any good?"
"You mean to make me believe that all this happened by accident?"
"That's not all."
Amidst the smoke and dust, a somewhat hoarse voice suddenly replied.
Brando frowned and raised his head. He saw the figure of a woman coming out from behind the smoke and dust. He recognized it was Queen Madara at a glance, but the latter was alone and seemed to be injured. She Holding one hand on the chest, one hand on the wall, limply came to the crowd.
Brando couldn't help but stunned when his figure was completely revealed from the smoke and dust after waiting.
Queen Madara was originally wearing a black long dress, but this dress is now in tatters. A long slit was opened on one side, like a cheongsam, showing her snow-white thighs, but Brando had nothing to appreciate this. A scene of gorgeous scenes, because the queen's face is blood covered at the moment, her face is terrifying, one eye is closed tightly, and blood is constantly pouring down from there, flowing down her neck, chest and arms, letting it soak Her long skirt pressed tightly to her body.
Brando couldn't help but raised his eyebrows.
"How is this going?"
"I made a hand with Goddess Claes." Her Majesty said in a hoarse voice, but she did not shy away from her words.
"You and the goddess made a hand?" Brando asked incredulously.
"Only one blow."
"A single blow is impossible. With all due respect, even me is not sure to catch a blow from God. Your Majesty, are you kidding me?"
"No, this joke is not funny at all," Her Majesty replied coldly: "Cress wanted to come, but I blocked it with a sacrifice spell."
"Sacrifice spells."
Brando took a deep breath. He suddenly remembered the believers and high-ranking priests in the hall of the Dead Moon Temple. He stared at these two dumbfoundedly, as he truly knew the indifference and ruthlessness of the undead.