After a loud bang, the rusty anchor in the hands of the huge bones flew out, dragging the long iron chain and flying towards Brando. But Brando's eyes flashed with silver light, and under the traction of the line of law, it slightly deviated from its original trajectory, and slammed heavily on the ground.
Brando immediately jumped up and flew in the air and pulled the iron chain. The god-like power was not inferior to this mythical king of withered bones, and he swayed it forward. Brando grabbed the iron chain and borrowed force again, the flash sword followed like a shadow, and a sword pierced the huge bone.
There seemed to be a straight and bright line in the darkness. The phosphorous fire flashed in Goodmord’s eyes. It raised its claws and grabbed the line. The gray-white lines of law in the space bend and reveal the sword in Brando’s hand. trace.
With a light snoring, the giant hand of bones actually grasped the blade of the holy sword Odyssey-and missed it. A hint of surprise flashed in Brando's heart. It was not that his Flash Sword had never missed his hand, but it was the first time that the opponent saw through it directly. I couldn't help but admire the strength of the soul of this skull-head frame. The soul element can drive the line of law to penetrate the space to perceive the location of the attacker.
Yes, Brando has realized that what the opponent perceives is not the sword in his own hand, but himself holding the sword. Even if the soul element of this level does not reach the height of the power of existence, at least it has touched the kingdom of the highest element. He deserves to be the bridgekeeper of the legendary bridge of the dead, known as the undead with divine nature.
He didn't hesitate to release the sword in his hand and let it aside—it seemed as if the huge bones were allowed to snatch the holy sword Odyssey. Even Goodmord was stunned by such an action. It raised its head, and the two pale phosphorous fires in its eye sockets were nearly the size of a lantern, one bright and one dark.
Suppose it can see—then what it sees must be a cloud of illusions mixed in the shadows, holding a long sword, slowly taking shape in front of it. But it is a pity that the dead remains invisible, it can only feel the existence of the soul.
Without any soul ripples, Jiu Yao's phantom after the wind is holding Xinna, and it is fleeting, cutting off its seven ribs in succession with a sword. The King of Withered Bones let out a stern wailing, slammed his body and pulled back the anchor. The anchor swept to the side Brando with the sound of the wind, but the latter didn't even look at it, and punched his backhand directly with a cold face. Boom on the iron anchor.
With a hum, the iron anchor straightened the chain, and flew back to wrap it around the neck of the huge bone for several times. The huge inertia caused the divine dead body to lose its balance and leaned back, while the holy sword Odder held in his hand. Fez also took off and flew out. Brando raised his head and took the holy sword, and at the same time, he strode forward, following Goodmord, and then punched it against its already fragmented chest.
In the sound of a series of cracked bones, almost half of the body of the King of Withered Bones exploded and fell completely backward, but Brando grabbed the scattered iron chain of the iron anchor quickly and drew it back again. . In the eyes of ordinary people, the behemoth's body was as light as a ragdoll in Brando's hands. It flew back again, and Brando cut it into two directly with a backhand sword.
The broken bones were scattered on the ground, and the upper and lower halves of the King of Withered Bones fell heavily on the ground and raised a cloud of dust. With this big battle, Aloz couldn't help but stared in a daze, couldn't help looking at Brando with bright eyes.
This is a real battle of gods.
Although Goodmord, King of Withered Bones, is not a true deity, he is at least a demigod. Don't even look at it being so weak in front of Brando, but if it is the top existence among the Bujas in the mortal world, their spells can hardly harm this divine undead.
Every punch of Brando carries the power of space and time. It can be said that every punch has torn apart the soul elements of Goodmord and the extreme plain. The power of the soul is simply under the absolute control of space and time. Weakly fragile.
What is absolute power.
This is absolute power.
But Brando did not relax at all. He turned his head and shouted: "Charles!"
"Found it, Lord Lord!" A bright blue light was flashing in Charles's eyes at this moment. He was filtering the cards in his destiny card library with the foreknowledge of the future spell, sweeping pages of cards in his eyes. After that, he finally found the one he wanted.
At this time, the lantern in Goodmord's hand was shining, and it was the seventh or eighth time it had used this ability. As long as the light of this undead artifact was shone on it, all injuries would be restored directly.
Shire showed his spell-invalidate, destroy the target artifact or enchantment. You gain ten percent of mana. The lines of law in the space brightened layer by layer, and with a crack, the lantern in Gudmod's hand suddenly dimmed.
The huge dead body wailed, the phosphorous fire in his eyes dissipated little by little, and the whole body seemed to have lost the combined power and suddenly collapsed and scattered to the ground. Charles stepped forward and kicked its huge skull, kicking the thing out of the abyss.
"Fortunately, you finally found it," Brando wiped the holy sword Odyssey, and said angrily: "Otherwise, I'm afraid we have to fight this damn undead with seventy or eighty more here. Round, when we return to Warnd, we only need to collect the corpses from other people."
"Lord Lord, the filtering spell is not what you want, who makes your face so dark."
"Who has a dark face?"
Charles hurriedly shrugged and changed the subject: "Do Phines and Manocha also have a spell to destroy the artifact?"
"We don't have the ability to filter cards!" Miss Fairy said angrily.
Tia ran up from a distance. The divine undead are immune to all mortal spells. They have no effect at all in such a battle, unless Metis can open the enchantment-but obviously Brando has no plans yet. Let everyone do their best here.
The little elf girl looked at the bones scattered on the ground, and couldn't help being a little surprised: "It just died like this, is it Goodmord?"
"Goodmode is immortal." Medissa replied with a smile.
"It's not dead?"
Brando walked over and picked up the lantern. There was a long opening on the lantern surface, but the opening was obviously slowly healing: "The bridgekeeper of the bridge of the dead, the eternal undead monarch, this is also a Curse, curse it to linger here forever, its divinity is immortal, it will not die."
He threw the lantern in the dust, but Tia ran and picked it up very preciously-anyway, it was an artifact.
Brando raised his head to look at the distant fog, and said: "Let's go, it may be the Sleep of the Dead Moon ahead."
"The Sleep of the Dead Moon?"
"It's the holy place of the undead, the place of eternal sleep," Mordefeis replied with some expectation: "The undead will sleep forever here and can no longer remember the things of the world, but they will gain real life in the sea of darkness. Rebirth, the soul returns to the tree of the world, and will finally be resurrected in another image in this world one day."
"The place of eternal death is the final home of all the dead, and the place where Eleudenil, the goddess of the dead moon goddess, is located." Metisa also replied.
But Brando suddenly stopped.
A new corpse appeared in the mist.
It was a canine monster the size of a hill. Everyone needed to look up to see it in full. It was covered with wounds, and bronze blood ran down from the wounds, but it was already dry.
Brando couldn't help but his eyelids twitched when he saw the color of blood.
"What is this?" Akane asked suspiciously, "Wolf of Twilight, Fenrir's heir?"
"Look at their blood." The deer banshee Yu Jie stretched out her hand and stained the monster's sticky blood, and the blood on her fingers showed a bright copper color. She said: "This is Garm's heir. "
"Garm?"
"The doomsday dogs in the poetry of the blue, the pioneer of the dusk," Elaine replied, "but they are not actually the dusk race, but the bronze species."
Bronze species.
This term made the hearts of everyone present tremble. Bronze species are the missing bloodline between black iron and silver. Legend has it that they are the descendants of giants, one of the last races created by the gods.
They are the only existence in this world that can perfectly accept Tiamat's authority and draw nutrients from the magic of darkness. They are a powerful and perfect family, but unfortunately, they are born bloodthirsty, cruel and warlike. , Created by the gods, and abandoned by the gods. They take refuge in the dragon of twilight and betray the dragon of twilight. It can be said that they are a ill-fated family.
It's nothing more than the gods call them failed experiments, although Brando himself doesn't like this title.
But perhaps it is also lucky in a sense—
It is precisely because of the betrayal of the Bronze clan that the people of Dark Iron, as mortals, can appear in this world.
"This is the legendary bronze species?" Akane dare to touch the skin of Garm's heirs, her tentacles are cold, but she can clearly feel the existence of the pattern of Tiamat's law. "Monsters are their offspring?"
Brando nodded.
"But why are there bronze species here?" The little female dragon was a little surprised: "Didn't they have been extinct long ago?"
"These are just corpses," Frofa pointed out her ill language: "It doesn't prove that they are not extinct."
"But I always think it's not that simple." Aloz replied solemnly: "The battlefield here doesn't seem to be that long. In actual history, the bronze species has gradually withdrawn from history since the age of Azure."
Brando also slightly agrees with this statement. At least in the history he knows, there has never been a record of a war between the Bronze family and the undead. The Bugans recorded that they were gradually wiped out by the gods and deities after the Azure War, and after that, the gods Also gradually faded out of people's field of vision.
"Perhaps they have been hiding here?" Tia asked, "The gods have long since passed away. No one knows what happened in the lower realm."
This sentence faintly reminded Brando.
But he shook his head, with some doubts in his heart. He always felt that he seemed to have thought of something, but no matter it was the memory of previous generations, it seemed that it had nothing to do with it. In "Amber Sword", he has never heard of the bronze family.
Everyone walked forward slowly.
There are more and more corpses in the dark, but not only bronze species, but also crystal clusters and demons. Charles raised his cane high, letting the top of the cane emit a bright light, and the light penetrated the floating thick fog to outline a mountain of corpses a little further away. The surroundings were silent, and several world tree roots interspersed from the darkness in the distance, passing through the mist above everyone's heads, making the entire space strange and weird.
Everyone silently looked at this battlefield of unknown era. The fierce fighting was beyond people's imagination. What is puzzling is that the three sides of dusk, undead and bronze seem to belong to different camps, from the state of the corpse. Look, they are fighting each other.
This is really weird.
Tia mentioned that Mordegood’s soul lamp was pretending to be shining around. Fro glanced at her and said coldly: "Throw it away." The little elf blinked and looked at her sister pitifully. , Whispered: "This is Lord Lord's trophy."
Fro looked at Brando with a cold face, and Brando said quickly: "I don't want this thing. Although this lantern is a divine tool, ordinary people can't use it. By the way, after it recovers, maybe Goode Maude is about to come to you again, Tia."
Tia was taken aback, and couldn't help but lift the lantern to take a closer look, as if there really was a group of ghost fires burning brightly and darkly in the lantern. She turned pale with fright, and immediately put down the lantern, shivering, and trembling when she spoke: "I, I, I put it here, can, can you?"
"I think you'd better put it back over the bridge, Tia." Charles replied with a smile.
"I, I, I alone?" Tia was about to cry, and she almost fell to the ground with a soft leg. Fortunately, Flor grabbed her sister quickly, she took Tia's hand, patted her back comfortingly, and then raised her head and gave Shire an angry look.
Charles shrugged. As for Medissa and Akane, they couldn't help laughing.
Aloz stared at the battlefield shrouded in fog and darkness, and the little female dragon had a rare solemn expression on her face: "It's a great battle." For a dragon who inherited knowledge from its blood, it was quiet. Obviously, the sight of evoked some memories in her heart.
"It's a big battle." Brando also nodded, and the roots of the world's trees gathered here to form an open plain, and the outline of the Eleudenier Palace could be seen in the distance. This is the place of eternal sleep. There are countless corpses sleeping in the dark, but no corpse is below the lord level.
The light beams from the seven stone slabs in his hand occasionally changed directions, but they always pointed to the kingdom of the goddess of the dead moon. After that, there was no more road, everyone could only step on the bones, and the sound of cracking bones was heart palpitating.
Hippamira walked and gestured with the hard-headed hammer in her hand. She seemed to have found something interesting, and she knocked down suddenly, the hammer hovering on top of a white Sensen's skull on the side of the road, proudly Raised his chin.
But at this moment, there was a cracking sound in the darkness.
The priest was taken aback, she raised her hammer questioningly, but Bai Sensen's skull was clearly intact, and a pair of black holes looked at her motionlessly. Hippamira turned her head, only to find that everyone looked up at a nearby bone mountain.
A human bone rolled down from that direction stubbornly.
Tiger Sparrow and the others were ready to fight at the first time. Akane and Medissa also put down their spears. As for Tia, she was already frightened into a quail, and her face paled and hid behind her sister—for fear of Mordgood. The husband came to trouble her.
A deformed monster appeared on the bone mountain.