Surrounding the sky over Valhalla, one by one silver light doors opened, and wizards stepped out from it, standing in the air, holding a staff, and robes hunting in the freezing north wind.
"Tissadormara!" (in the name of the star—)
A wizard raised the staff in his hand, the gem on the head of the staff was gleaming, and the silver beam shot out from the gem and shot in another direction.
"Natazzvro!" (Lyra, one of the twelve witch constellations)
The first wizard in the clockwise direction also raised the staff, pointed the gem on the staff at the beam of silver light, the light passed through the gem, and immediately turned in another direction.
A famous wizard stretched out his staff one after another. In the sky, the Secret Walker in the Law Realm in the Red Robe, the Illusionist in the Blue Robe, and the Gray Mage in the Gray Robe. Refraction in another direction, refracting again and again, until finally a circle that is continuously divided is formed.
A huge circle surrounding Valhalla.
Hollis finally raised his staff "To Griffin", and the silver light beam passed through the dream-like ring of azure tears on the head of the staff, marking the final stroke of the huge circle.
He stared at the giant tree below with indifferent silver eyes, and slightly deflected the staff in his hand.
"Natador Shlari," (Crown of the North Wind,)
"FishionraTadori." (Earth Scepter.)
"Flame—Eaam—Oss—Vit'ss," (the element of the square,)
"TissadorliAry!" (Guide to the stars.)
A beam of bright light shot from the Azure Tears, pointing straight to the center of the huge circle.
A huge silver rune appeared on the giant circle—Flame (flame). With it as the center, the silver halo suddenly expanded out of a ring, and countless mystery runes naturally formed in the ring—that is A magic circle and then seventeen connected magic circles are formed in sequence.
In the Hall of Trees, the light spirits are already in chaos.
"This is over, it's too arrogant!" Monica stuck her tongue out, she threw herself on the console, shot almost all the crystals into the groove, and screamed: "Valhalla !"
"Warning, a strong magic ripple is detected, and the third layer of shield is expected to be activated-the target is judged to be string magic, elemental attack, strength thirteen, and the magic ripple response is detected as a star strike." The girl's calm voice Echoes in the Hall of Trees.
"Quickly, calculate how much energy is there?"
"With 11.3% of energy remaining, it is expected to be able to withstand the attack intensity of Tier 11 or below."
Miss Guangling patted her forehead: "I'm going to die, let your lord know!"
The north wind whizzed.
There was silence on the battlefield.
Whether it was the Tonigal people, or the southern nobles, knights, and private soldiers, everyone watched this scene blankly. This kind of war had long surpassed their imagination.
The sky is showing a second rune, the text written with light: Eaam. (Earth)
"grown ups… "
The knights looked back.
Brando patted his young captain on the shoulder, and he raised his head, the silver net reflected in his eyes. But what he saw was not the Sassard's magic, but the gray sky, the vast plain, and the long wind.
He closed his eyes and breathed and breathed softly.
The cold air pouring into the lungs was the breath of the north wind. It comes from the remote Anzeruta plateau, across the warm and shining sea. The sea was shining, and under the sea, in the direction of the ocean current, the Naga's tribe was migrating southward. It came here and brought news of the Northland.
Brando saw all this with his own eyes, his gaze penetrated through the plains and mountains, through the sky and the earth, everything about Warend was in his eyes.
He exhales and inhales.
The wind on the battlefield suddenly stopped.
The wind stopped, and the falling snow also calmed down. People looked around in amazement. Snow fell quietly in the woods on both sides of Alder. The river seemed to have lost its sound, and the crushed ice hit each other on the surface of the water, and then was swallowed by the whirlpool. Every needle leaf hangs silently and silently.
"Papa—"
A crack appeared on the staff, and Hollis raised his head in amazement.
He saw the clouds flowing slowly in the gloomy sky, and the snowflakes were still falling, but at some point, the wind of all things had stopped.
At an altitude of thousands of meters, there is no wind flowing anymore.
"This is… "
Brando opened his eyes, and a nearly straight skyline was reflected in his dark brown eyes.
He slowly turned over and got off the horse, unfastened the holy sword from the saddle, and then slowly retracted the sword back into its sheath. He lifted the scabbard with the strap over his head, and then hung his hand behind him.
The young white lion knights, the Tonigel people, the nobles in the southern border of Eruin, the knights, and the private soldiers, and people near and far on the battlefield watched his actions alone.
Brando raised his head.
In his eyes, the whole world is already a different look. It no longer has mountains and rivers, no more flowing wind and water, no more flames and earth, no more elements and substances.
The trees disappeared, the forest disappeared, the Grajal Mountains in the distance disappeared, and the entire Tonigel disappeared in turn.
A world intertwined with countless silver lines and connected by countless nodes appeared in his eyes. This world will no longer have substantial power, but truth and law are everything in it.
The realm of sages.
Brando took a step.
The purple wave is silently approaching Valhalla. The fortress walls are already covered with tree elves and centaurs. Rollinte and Montoro are standing side by side, holding the pendant that Brando gave them. Jian, watching this scene nervously.
Not far from them, Hainf took a deep breath, his hand and the female swordsman clasped tightly to each other.
The third rune is emerging in the sky.
The wind of all things, the most free and unrestrained element in the world.
"Fuck-"
Another sound of a broken staff.
Hollis turned his head, it was like the source of a chain reaction, a series of cracking sounds rang out, and he saw that a staff broke in a chain in the hands of his colleagues.
The Sassards watched this scene in astonishment. They could hardly respond. Time seemed to slow down its pace at that moment. Amidst the slowly flowing context of time, there was a loud noise, Val The third huge rune above Hara broke and disappeared...
All the wizards spewed a mouthful of blood.
They felt the element of wind disappear at the same time.
It is being pushed out of this land by an inexplicable force.
"Gosh, what's going on...?"
"Someone has taken away our strength!"
"I can't feel the existence of the wind element..."
"This is the direct rejection of high-level forces against low-level forces. There are sages and sages around here..."
The wizards looked at the ashes of the staff in their hands, with pale expressions on their faces, and couldn't help but look around subconsciously.
But Hollis shrank tightly in his heart. "Be careful!" He turned his head and roared wildly, a flash of light burst on the ground, a scream, and a long and narrow sword light intersected with a secret law practitioner.
A look of astonishment appeared on the man's face, and then his head slowly dropped down until it fell off his neck. The headless corpse fell softly to the ground and quickly turned into a tiny black spot.
And where he was standing, a young man with a sword appeared.
The young man stood with his back to everyone.
The holy sword had been sheathed behind the back, and the corners of the coat were hanging down because of the lack of wind, motionless. The hand holding the hilt of the sword, with slender and powerful fingers, pale knuckles, quietly placed on the twisted, weird handguard.
"Holy... Xian..."
Hollis almost squeezed these two words from between his teeth.
Brando shook his head and asked calmly:
"What is power, Sassard?"
"It's not ashamed," Hollis suddenly unfolded seven different magic circles behind him: "Imprisonment, Gravity Blessing, Slowness, Action Prediction, Law Analysis, Mind Sensing, Forbidden Domain—"
Seven consecutive spells descended on Brando one after another.
It's a pity that Brando just swept lightly with his hand, and all these spells fell apart.
Hollis narrowed his eyes slightly, and the warning in his heart was sudden. He took a step back, but he couldn't move at all, and the face of the most trusted deputy of the Sald wizard turned white in a moment.
He immediately understood what...
Just one step behind him, other wizards started to cast their spells one after another, but before these people completed their spells, suddenly the whole person turned into a ball of flames, screaming and falling into the clouds.
This tragic scene caused everyone to stop their hands in silence.
"This, this is..."
"Supernatural power..."
"How is this possible, the gods have already passed away!"
They stopped talking suddenly.
One by one, the wizards turned pale.
Brando didn't speak any more.
He listened silently, there was no wind flowing in the sky, but he seemed to hear a voice. It was a rumbling roar that echoed from the whole world, as if it were the pulsation of a world.
One click, one click, every stroke was strong and powerful, like a hammer hitting his body, making his blood resonate, as if it was boiling, making the same rumbling vibration.
Brando turned around slowly.
The wizards couldn't help holding their breath, because they first saw a pair of black eyes, but they gradually merged into the silver light, and the silver seemed to be mixed with a ray of gold.
The golden light became more and more prosperous, and finally completely covered Brando's gaze.
Hollis only felt his heart pounding, as if he would break free from the shackles of his chest at any time and jump out of his chest.
Bang, bang, bang, the entire battlefield was shrouded in that huge roar. It was a powerful beating of the heart, but it was not Hollis's, but a certain great will.
"Bloodline remodeling..."
"The law of fusion..."
"Perfect body..."
Hollis felt that he must be crazy. Why could a mortal make such a step? Why can a mortal break free from the bondage of Tiamat's law after the age of the saint
Why can a mere mortal cross the boundary between black iron and silver and step into the realm of gold
That is the most powerful existence below the power of existence.
He couldn't believe that he could witness the birth of a demigod with his own eyes.
Ten thousand years after the death of the gods.
Such power has returned to this land once again.
What happened to all this
Hollis watched the young man turn around, and with a light wave of his hand, the huge silver circle above Valhalla was torn apart in a creaking sound.
As if it never existed.
"So you understand?" Brando said indifferently: "A person who can't even hold on to himself will never understand the original meaning of this world, and the truth behind the law is naturally not destined for you."
"The Saszard chose a path of destruction." He glanced at the wizards with a cold look. "What you are complacent about is just the madness before the destruction."
"Do not-"
Hollis shouted with all his strength.
But the raging flames have gushed out of his body, instantly burning him to ashes. Brando turned his head, and the thirty-two Thassard wizards had already burned in the flames before they could turn around.
Brando silently rolled his palms.
Under the skin, a faint golden light pulse was flowing.