When the lady of staff slowly opened her eyes, she found herself standing in a strange place.
"This is... somewhere, am I... dead?"
She raised her hand hesitantly, stretched out her cheek slowly, and pressed it, as if to confirm whether she was a ghost or not.
In the distance is the endless basalt surface, densely stacked in layers of square mountains.
Green lightning flashed across the clouds, and the wind was blowing her long hair, which forced her to pull back the hair that was in front of her with her hands at all times. She raised her head, lifted her tattered skirt, barefoot, and lifted up her steps-hesitated for a moment, but still walked forward firmly.
Dust and sand, flying in the wind, swept across the hem of the girl's skirt.
Amidst the wind and sand, there was only a lonely figure left, staggering forward shallowly one step at a time.
An endless plain—
In the cramped study room, fragments of the holy sword, one by one, flew from the ground, like dust in the wind, flying up and surrounding the lady of the staff.
Brando is holding the holy sword Odyssey and staring at the Sadr wizard coldly. Beside him, Freya clenched her fists in both hands, and squeezed her fists so that she almost lost her blood. She gritted her teeth and glared at the wizard of the Silver People with red eyes. They should be the guardians of order and civilization. The bearer of fire.
"Who are you guys?" The Sadr wizard looked at the two uninvited guests in both shock and anger.
Where's the guard? What about the other Sadadr wizards in the castle
He stretched out his hand, leaning against the side of the gray crystal staff that had not been used, flew out of thin air, and fell into his hand.
The breath of the young man in front of him almost made his scalp explode.
Is it possible that he actually met a young dragon king
He had five fingers, and he did not dare to retain the slightest. The gray crystal staff in his hand pointed to the two of them: "Universal singularity, imprisonment!" This eleventh-ring spell is the highest achievement of the magical space system of the law. A singular universe containing trillions of star systems slowly unfolded on all four sides of the space. The gusty wind in the room burst, and books and debris flew into the quadrilateral void, followed by tables and chairs, various cabinets and bookshelves. In the end, even the ceiling of the room collapsed, and the bricks broke free from the shackles of the wall, converging into a torrent and swept into it.
But Brando just punched.
Even the golden flame holy sword Odyspheus was useless. He only handed the sword from his right hand to his left hand, then raised his fist and plunged it into this singularity universe, sweeping it to pieces with a rag, and his fist was straight. Straight through the void, in the Saddle wizard's expression of consternation, he punched him hard in the lower abdomen.
The look frozen on his face was simply four words.
This is impossible!
So this Buga’s twelve wizard leaders, Thassard’s wizard king, had only time to let out a painful sob, and the whole person flew out like a half-fold, and slammed into the back wall. Among them, the bricks smashed to the ground.
Brando said nothing, stepped forward into the smoke and dust, reached under the rubble, and lifted the dusty Sadr wizard from the ruins with a bang.
He asked word by word:
"Now, do you still think mortals are weak?"
The Sadr wizard with a blue nose and a swollen face screamed, "Holy... The power of the sage, you... You are the Lord of the Silver Dragon, Rodion..."
"wrong answer."
Brando lifted the wizard leader high, and then threw it to the ground with a loud bang. The poor wizard king had already flown out like a ball, taking away all obstacles along the way. They were all smashed. Thanks to his being a citizen of silver and being close to a sage, he didn't hit his body to pieces, and because of that, he also broke several bones.
Seeing this scene, even Freya couldn't help letting go. She had never seen Brando like this.
Furious, indifferent, and merciless.
But instead of feeling scared in her heart, she only felt calm and warm.
Because the anger in the heart comes from the promise, that is the true pride of a man and a lord.
Never allow trampling—
The Sadr wizard vomited a big mouthful of blood before he got up from the ground, but still did not give up resistance, grabbed his hand again, and grabbed his gray crystal staff ten feet away.
He understands that this time he has met a strong opponent, and the opponent's power level is vaguely higher than himself. He wanted to break his head and didn't figure out who the opponent is, not the Lord of Silver Dragon, but who else is it. Is there such power? Of course, even in the most absurd hypothesis, the Sadr wizard had never imagined that the other party was the knight of the princess that Eruin praised, Earl Jean Dernell, the lord of the Tonigel people.
Without him, just a mortal.
But this day a mortal is destined to give him an unforgettable memory.
First, Antitina.
It will be her lord now.
Sadr sank his heart. After all, he had gone through a lot of battles, and even faced the man who made him tremble face-to-face-the man known as the dark dragon Odin. He erected the gray crystal staff and read out the taboo words recorded in the oldest documents in large sections. Strong wind and lightning, flames and ice, one after another took shape behind him.
He stretched out his thin five fingers and screamed hoarsely: "Go to death for me, elemental calamity!"
This is a spell invented by a dragon named Calamity.
The blue disaster, the elemental dragon.
The fourteenth ring is the limit that all beings under the gods and people can reach.
Forbidden curse.
Following the movement of the wizard king, the ground within a few miles of the lighthouse shook. The earth element is being pulled away. On the avenue from Winormar to Silman, the ground is cracked, the earth and rocks are turned up, and the creatures that make their homes in the mud fled out of their nests. Thousands of them are on the avenue. The businessmen had to stop and watch the spectacle.
A few miles away, the clouds in the sky converged into a whirlpool, and the elements of wind and fire were pulled down from a few kilometers in the sky, converging into a cyan beam of light, rushing to the lighthouse below the whirlpool.
Above the surface of Lake Valendon, the waves rolled backwards, and the tide started to ebb like before the tsunami, exposing the lake bottom with rugged rocks for several kilometers.
The water element is being drawn away from the physical world.
The rays of light from the four natural elements converge into a band of light, slowly blending into the gray crystals of the staff in the hand of the Sadr wizard. Each of these bands of light is several miles long, and looks like intertwined colors from a distance. Colorful clouds. And in the light of this colorful cloud, Sadr wizard's expression looked distorted and hideous—
Brando also took a step back and blocked Freya with his hand.
In any case, the other party is also one of the twelve wizard leaders of the Buga. Although not one of the strongest, it should not be underestimated.
And this fourteenth ring spell is the best explanation for the opponent's strength.
"Brando?" Freya hid behind him and asked with some worry.
But seeing Brando shook his head slightly.
Her heart settled down.
The Sadr wizard had finished chanting the last spell.
He raised the ash crystal staff. This is the second time he has cast this spell in thousands of years. He has seen this so-called most magnificent spell in the mortal world, hundreds of miles of ice crystal storms, lightning and thunder, burning all fire and wind, turning the entire Nesdell swamp into ashes.
The color of fanaticism is reflected in the depths of his eyes. The era of the Sasald people being restrained is over. The people of silver will surely re-dominate the order of this land-because only those who have such power are worthy of being called Shang is the real master of Warend.
But he did not finally see the flame that ignited the deepest part of his soul.
Because the flame went out.
The wind stopped.
The elemental water dries up.
The restless land also calmed down.
The fanatical expression solidified on the face of Sadr wizard.
Brando was also stunned, what is going on? He clearly felt that the magic power in the space was disappearing rapidly, and the four elements of nature relying on it had also lost room for dependence.
"Brando," Freya slammed Brando's back suddenly and shouted: "Look at Antitina!"
He turned his head back suddenly.
The broken lionheart holy sword was shattered into 27 pieces in total.
At this moment, they were surrounded by Antitina, and when each fragment circled around, a faint silver rune appeared. Every time the silver rune shines, a basic law is drawn away from this space-magic, element, destruction, restraint...
"They... They are dissolving the forbidden curse of the Sadr wizard..." Freya almost couldn't believe it: "But... But how can Lionheart Sword do such a thing?"
Brando frowned and shook his head.
Suddenly he realized something, and took a pitiful look at the Sadr wizard who was kneeling on the ground with a dull face, and then raised his head to look towards the sky.
There, the curling swirling clouds had long since disappeared, leaving only a clear blue sky.
Brando replied softly: "Freya, that is not the power of the Lionheart Sword."
"Not the Lionheart Sword?"
He nodded.
The girl Valkyrie from Buche looked at him puzzledly.
And Brando also stretched out her hand silently, holding her somewhat cold hand, Freya was slightly startled, but did not take her hand away. There was a peculiar feeling in her heart, as if she could feel the gentleness in this man's heart at this moment.
It is a silent feeling, it is silent, firm, and omnipresent. It is the mother's care for the child. After tens of thousands of years, even if she has already left the world, she still guards firmly. here.
compare to.
The despicableness of the Sasald is hardly mentioned.
"That is, Martha..."
Above the sky.
The slender silver thread is being pulled out of this material world along the trajectory of this world.
The magic power was drawn out of Tiamat's network, and was first deprived of the spell, and then the elements followed the contract between the four element kings and their mothers, fleeing and turning into the most basic particles in the universe.
The last is matter. The basic structure of the world is disintegrating. Bricks, stones, wooden beams, scattered book pages, tables and chairs, disappear with the wind like sand.
In a blink of an eye, the castle turned into a pile of silver-gray gravel.
At this moment, countless Sassards were shocked to discover that they had lost the ability to cast magic forever.
A few miles away on Silman Avenue, businessmen are discussing the sudden earthquake that happened just now; although some people still have lingering fears, most of them have returned to their own after the vision in the sky disappeared. Above the post.
There was only one middle-aged man in ragged clothes, still frowning, looking at the water not far away.
The surface of the water was shaking slightly.
"Aftershocks?" he muttered.
But the vibration has become more and more obvious.
Some stones came to the street dancing strange and regular dances, and the people in the shops on both sides ran out cursing again; this time they were orderly, and they also found something to cover their heads so as not to be dropped in panic. Wounded by things.
People stood on the street, waiting for the aftershock to pass again.
But the ground jumped suddenly.
Most people were overturned to the ground in an instant.
The middle-aged man turned around and held a nearby tree with one hand. He turned his head and saw a few gray-robed members of the Savile Silver Lily Society with a dull expression.
"Strong magic reaction..."
"This is?"
"Artifact response?"
"I'm afraid... I'm afraid more than..."
Among the crowd, a heart-piercing scream suddenly sounded: "Look, Martha is on, look over there!"
People all looked in the direction they were pointing.
Then everyone just felt their hair stand up.
On the far horizon—
A pure white beam of light.
From the bottom up, straight into the sky...
And above the clouds, there was a huge hand of light, gently catching this beam of light.
Everyone opened their mouths wide and couldn't say a word for a long time.
Several members of the Lily Club kept crossing their chests.
Their hands are shaking a little...
"Mar, Lord Martha..."
It was the mother and her children's reunion again after 12,000 years.
Many people turned out to be howling and crying at this moment.
…
Pillars of wind and sand.
The lady of the staff tripped on the hard rock again.
A layer of skin was worn through the palms and knees, and it was bloody. But she didn't say a word, gritted her teeth and stood up silently, trying to grab a nearby sharp rock and stand up again.
But a hand appeared in front of her.
Antitina raised her head in amazement.
In the front, there was a woman standing in the soft white light. She couldn't even see the other person's face, but what was peculiar was that she subconsciously felt warm and peaceful in her heart.
"The pursuit of ideals and beliefs is a long and arduous process," the woman smiled and stretched out her hand and said: "It is not a foreign object that can truly lead to the final throne, but a firm and unchanging confidence. "
"you are… ?"
"Aren't you going to go on, brave boy?"
Antitina gritted her teeth, nodded, and grabbed the woman's hand.
She stood up.
Looking back, on the endless basalt plain, I don't know when the wind and sand in the sky dissipated.
From a distance, you can see many people on the gray plain. Like her, they trudge in one direction.
Antitina opened her mouth slightly.
"Here, is the kingdom of the dead?"
The woman smiled slightly: "For the seeker of truth, what is the difference between life and death?"
The girl looked at her puzzled.
"I once knew your father, Antitina."
Seeing the girl's eyes widened in surprise, the woman gently said to her:
"I know everyone who seeks hope."
"And your father's dear may be the one you are most proud of."
"You may not understand what kind of hope Mr. Borg Nesson has left you..."
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