"Be careful!" Just as Brando was focusing on dealing with Andessa's attack, Akane suddenly shouted from behind. The latter's heart tightened, and he turned his head alertly, just in time to see a black light pounce on his face.
Brando almost didn't have any reaction time, but his rich fighting experience made him subconsciously jump forward, and there was a sting in the back, and he was shot.
"Damn!" The pain made Brando gritted his teeth and cursed. At that moment, he had already estimated the attacker-the only possible attacker from that direction could only be the priest Amman; it was just that the guy didn't die as much as he expected. Besides, after he literally ate the sword of the Earth Sword, he still got a shot. You must know that it was the loss of petrification.
"Damn, isn't that guy Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death?"
In Brando's experience, priests are just a cloth armor class, and it is absolutely impossible to survive under this level of attack, even the undead.
He immediately turned his head and saw Amman rise from the rubble in the distance, and stones and rubble fell from him. However, the priest who betrayed the Temple of Flame also had the same surprise on his face. He probably didn't expect Brando to dodge his own attack like this. "Huh?" He whispered, looking weirdly on his face. Brando said: "I have seen the sharpest soldiers in the temple, and they don't have such a keen reaction as you. It seems that you are not as simple as a little Eruin noble."
Amman is far away from Brando, but his voice can easily reach here. Brando knows that this is a spell of teleportation.
Brando cursed a word of nonsense in his heart, would he appear in this place if he was just a little nobleman? He checked his injury-the green light pattern projected on his retina constantly refreshed the data to quantify the damage-Brando took a moment to take a look, which was less than 10% of his vitality.
But because of the previous blood feeding the golden tree—or it should be called some kind of magic-devouring thorns—he lost too much blood, and the overall vitality state has become an unhealthy yellow.
In fact, Brando could feel weak and slowly clinging along his limbs, and a heavy feeling seemed to drag him to the ground.
"Quick decision—" He shook his head, trying to keep himself awake.
The current situation is a bit bad. Although a large area of twisted thorns has spread on the ground, Mephistopheles, the Grey Sword Saint, is not dominant in the mid-air battle with Andesa; it's just that the Withered Lord is eager to leave this area. , Mephistopheles challenged calmly and remained undefeated for a while.
"But the magical frustration will deepen quickly. Andesa should be very clear about this. If the situation continues to be detrimental to her, she will definitely look for opportunities to break the deadlock." Brando stared at Amman not far away, and analyzed secretly in her heart.
He knew very well that the tree shepherd was not a good man and believer, even if he had only a first chance, he would fight to die.
The battle above his head will surely be the winner soon, but he has no time for him now, because Amman is in front, and it seems that he had planned for a long time-otherwise he would not pretend to be hit when he was hit by the Petrified Arrow. When he was shot dead, Brando believed that not only him, but even Andesa thought that this'companion' was already dead.
"And this guy is'resurrected' now; is it because he saw that Andesa is not doing well? Or is it for some other reason?" Brando frowned. If it is the latter, it probably means that Amman already has it. Some kind of certainty.
It's like manipulating the conspirator walking from behind the scenes to the front, unless he is forced, or he must have the confidence to win, even if he thinks so.
Where does faith come from
These analyses were just a moment of change, and then he heard the footsteps of Kazkacha, Veronica had stepped on the gravel and came to him-the square had become fragmented in the previous attack.
The lady also frowned, because she knew Amman better than Brando-to be honest, she didn't like this priest, the city was too deep-but such a gloomy person would never stand in front of the stage casually.
There seemed to be a strong scent of conspiracy in the air.
Amman looked at the two with a smile, as if he could see through their thoughts, "You must be very curious why I am here, but this is really surprising. Valhalla actually exists. In any case, I have to thank you for your help. I'm so busy." While talking, he took out a book from his arms. The book was full of black smoke. At first glance, it was not a good thing, or it was more like some evil thing.
"Amman, what are you talking about?" Veronica asked with a frown.
"Veronica, don't you understand? Valhalla has maintained the stability of the trade wind ring for thousands of years. As long as that potential fire is destroyed, not to mention Eruin, even Cruz will be greatly affected. It’s an honor to be able to destroy an empire with your own hands.” Amman opened the book in his hand and said, “What’s more, there is a secret about history buried in the legendary Valhalla. You and I have the honor to witness all this.”
"You are really crazy!" Ms. Qing's brows furrowed. Although she didn't want to see the priest, she couldn't help but feel a little astonished when she heard the other party say this.
"No, don't you always call us lunatics?" Amman shook his head and smiled politely: "In fact, we are all the same. The Cruz Empire has killed for thousands of years to conquer. In comparison, our behavior seems relatively relative. More noble."
"It's a horrible word!" Veronica raised a pair of sword-like eyebrows. The ending sound of the last word seemed to have been prolonged. The person had gone straight to Amman, one person with one sword, and it was very hazy. Cyan light.
However, Amman seemed to have expected this a long time ago. He opened the page in his hand, and a black light curtain suddenly appeared 100 feet away from his body. Veronica smashed the sword sturdily against the light curtain. Not only did it have no effect, a strong light flashed on the black curtain, but almost shook the saber in her hand.
The female sword saint took a step back with great effort to control the blue sky, but the huge force in response from her arm also pressed her to her knees for life, and snorted.
"It doesn't matter whether you are arrogant or not, Veronica, you can tell me what last words you have, and I will respect your choice." Amman said with the book in one hand, looking at the female sword master condescendingly.
He said it lightly, as if the lives and deaths of everyone present were in his grasp.
But at this time, Andesa, who was fighting Mephistopheles in mid-air, became more dissatisfied when she witnessed all this, especially when she discovered that this'companion' was clearly capable of solving opponents easily, but she had to pretend to be dead and embarrassed herself. When it's unbearable.
Even if she understands that the so-called "cooperation" relationship between the two is not worth mentioning, but at this time the Withered Lord still couldn't help but roar: "Hamill, don't kill those guys soon, what are you rubbing against!"
But at this moment Amman just raised his head and glanced at the sky, as if he didn't care about the woman's appearance, then lowered his head and continued to say to Veronica: "So, what do you think of the next proposal?"
Veronica held her numb wrist in one hand, and looked at Amman in the black light curtain with a deep face. She had no idea that this priest would have been hiding in the dark, at least since Judging from this spell, the opponent's strength may not be inferior to Andesa.
The huge contrast in strength made her heart cold for a while, and one Andessa had already asked them to deal with it with all their strength, plus another, Veronica really couldn't think of any chance of winning.
But just as she lowered her head and turned her mind sharply to seek reversal as the way to victory, Brando's voice suddenly rang:
"Don't listen to his nonsense, that is just the power of that book. Wall of Chaos only has three opportunities for absolute defense. I bet that guy can't use it a second time!"
The voice of the young man came from afar, making Veronica startled. Although she didn't dare to believe Brando's words, when she raised her head, she happened to see Amman's face as if she had seen a ghost-although after comparison, The person is more like a "ghost" in the usual sense-but the priest who betrayed the Temple of Flame is obviously not in the mood to pursue this at the moment. When Brando said that, it was as if his head was hit by a meteorite. The same buzzing.
Because Brando didn't say a word wrong.
Although the Blue Sword Saint is a female streamer, she has so much experience to be able to walk from the battlefield to today. She only saw Amman's look to know that Brando said it was true, at least most of it was true. She immediately had a plan in her heart, and immediately grabbed the sword and rushed towards the opponent.
When Amman reacted, it was already a step too late. He cursed inwardly: "Damn!" Grabbing the smoky book in his hand and drew back, at the same time let out two black lights from his hand to try to stop Veronica's actions.
It's a pity that the gap between him and the imperial goddess of war is real. Veronica easily passed through the gap between the two black lights, and smashed the black light with a strong sword.
The light curtain flashed, and Amman frantically figured out what spells could be used to delay time again, but it was at this time that he saw Brando in the distance taking down the longbow from under the cloak.
"Asshole!" Amman yelled, Brando's actions were just right every time, making him wonder if the two of them were partners who cooperated all the time. He didn't know that with Brando's current experience, whoever cooperates with him can make each other handy.
When the bowstring rang, the black light curtain collapsed.
Veronica immediately seized the opportunity to rush forward, but Brando did not expect to stop her at this time: "Be careful, step back! The Book of Mavikaert is not that simple!"
At this moment, the female sword master completely believed Brando's words, and her life stopped. In a moment, the place less than five feet in front of her was suddenly annihilated due to the collapse of magical power. The rocky surface turned into powder under the huge pressure. If she took a half step forward, she would end up shattered.
After the terrifying shock, the square was once again filled with smoke and dust.
Veronica couldn't help but took a breath and looked back at Brando.
"Be careful, he still has room to fight back." But Brando's voice continued to be heard from behind the diffuse smoke, and he leveled the sword of the earth, his tone did not appear to be relaxed.