The grey exploding crystal accurately fell at the feet of the five undead. The five undead lowered their heads at the same time, and a dazzling flash of light was reflected in the depths of their soulfire. After a loud bang, a shockwave swept across the round hall. Even Brando and the others who were far away on the other side of the round hall felt a strong gust of wind. The wind was mixed with a large amount of gravel and dust, and it hurt their faces and clothes. But Brando didn't care about these flying stones at all. Since he had already made his move, there was no need to think about anything else. He knew that an exploding crystal couldn't cause any real threat to the undead. He directly pulled out Frost Chant Cinna and raised the sword high in the air, and slashed towards the direction of the five undead.
Smoke and dust rose up in the hall, and the five undead were faintly lit up with the light of a protective spell. It was at this time that a blue sword light split the dust in the air, and directly slashed towards the protective shield. There was a crisp cracking sound. The Necromancer had just set up a protective barrier when it saw an extremely terrifying snowstorm rushing towards it. Before it could even open its mouth to make any sound, the bone-piercing cold had already penetrated the gray protective spell and passed through its body, turning it into an ice sculpture that had been frozen for ten thousand years.
The power that Frost Chant Cinna could unleash in this narrow space was simply amazing. In almost an instant, it was as if three of the remaining five skeletons had turned into ice sculptures. The remaining power continued to move forward, freezing the gravel, the stone door, the pillars, and the corridor behind it. The underground temple had turned into a world of ice and snow in an instant.
But this powerful attack could only be used once. Brando looked at the blue sword in his hand that was dimming little by little. He estimated that it would take a long time for it to be recharged. In fact, he had asked the giant craftsmen, and it wasn't that this sword of Seibers couldn't be repaired. It just needed a treasure with powerful water elemental energy to reactivate it. According to the giant craftsmen, it would be best if it was the Heart of the Shallow Sea, the most precious treasure of the water elemental realm, or at least the Ice Pearl. These two things were things that Brando didn't dare to think about at the moment.
Brando's attack was successful, and the only ones left were the Knights of the Dead Moon and the undead that hadn't made a move yet. They were also the two most troublesome enemies that he had predicted, especially the undead at the back. He had long suspected that this guy was not simple, but he didn't expect it to be this strong. The Knights of the Dead Moon could only bitterly resist in the attack range of Frost Chant Cinna, but the undead with a long black cloak didn't seem to be affected at all. Frost Chant Cinna's icy wind didn't even move the edge of its cloak.
Fortunately, Brando still had a backup plan. After seeing the undead block Frost Chant Cinna's Glacier Storm, he reached his hand into the cloak and pulled out his weapon. Without thinking, he took out the soul crystal that he had obtained before and aimed it at the undead. A black shadow shot out from the black crystal. This black shadow didn't seem to be flying at all. It directly jumped across the space in the center of the round hall and accurately hit the undead's head.
Don't think that just because it was black magic that it couldn't do any damage to the undead. Spells like Soul Spike that directly hurt the soul were actually very effective against the undead. This was because the undead were creatures that were powered by the power of the soul and darkness. The power of the soul was the source of their power. Spells that hurt the soul not only had an effect on them, but also often dealt double the damage. Soul Spike was an extremely high level 9 spell in black magic. One could imagine how powerful it was. Even a powerful undead like the undead didn't have the slightest bit of luck. The moment it was hit, it tilted its head back slightly and revealed an expression of extreme pain.
However, this slight tilting of its head revealed half of its face hidden under the shadow of the hood. Brando actually saw a white, pointed chin that belonged to a woman. Then, the undead let out a painful groan. This cold groan exposed its identity. It was clearly the voice of a cold woman.
A woman? A vampire?
A Bloodline Noble in the north of the Sea of the Dead Moon?
Brando was slightly stunned, but his reaction wasn't slow. The countless battle experiences in the game had long formed his fighting instincts. Once he attacked, there was no reason for him to stop halfway unless the enemy was completely dead. Just as these thoughts flashed through his mind, his body had already moved. His first move was the Flash Strike Sword Art. The Halran Gaia in his right hand carried a black light as it slashed towards the high-grade undead that was still in a state of pain.
He had long noticed that regardless of whether it was the gray crystal of his senior, the [Glacier Storm] cast by the Frost Chant Cinna, or the black tentacles of the Mephistopheles and the Knights of the Dead Moon, none of them were attacked by Lorison's undead at all. The skeleton Knight seemed to be guarding something in this hall. As long as it didn't touch that thing, it wouldn't move or react at all. After figuring this out, he no longer hesitated. He only left a trace of his attention on Lorison's undead. Most of his attention turned back to the female vampire.
But he had no time to care about other things.
Because of this sword, Brando's heart was slightly moved when he attacked.
This sword seemed to be deja vu.
This sword was like a black lightning that instantly penetrated the shackles of space and time. The blade was still at the starting point, but the tip of the sword had already reached the front of the undead. At that moment, the scene produced was extremely strange. Two shadows of Brando appeared at the same time, as if the flow of time had been seriously disrupted. The former was withdrawing the sword, while the latter was attacking. At this moment, the Knights of the Dead Moon standing in front seemed to have realized that someone had passed through its line of defense. It turned its head back in shock and anger, and slowly turned around. Time seemed to have turned into a solid liquid, binding its hands and feet.
This sword could almost be said to be the best sword technique that Brando had used since he crossed over to this world. Regarding his swordsmanship, before leaving, the Wind Empress had said that he could almost master it, and Greysword Saint-mephistopheles had also praised his attainments in swordsmanship, and even appreciated it. Because the moment before the sword attack, Brando was extremely afraid of the undead, so he used all his strength to kill the enemy.
But at the moment of the sword attack, he finally remembered why he felt that it was so familiar.
At that moment, he felt as if he had returned to the battlefield of Alkash. The sky was filled with flying ghosts, bone dragons, and skeletons and corpses that covered the mountains and plains. It was as if a black cloud was pressing down on them, covering the sky and covering the earth. That was the same sword strike, representing the peak of his era. He could faintly sense that he had once touched the peak of things.
That kind of faintly discernible existence, the ultimate secret of the universe.
The power of existence.
When he swung his sword, time, space, and even pure energy all turned into nothingness. He seemed to have entered a wonderful world. This world had no concept in the ordinary sense, only endless silver lines. The silver lines seemed to constitute the whole world. The sun, the moon, the stars, the mountains, the earth, the surging rivers, and the breeze blowing through the forest were no longer solid scenes, but countless mysterious lines and runes. They seemed to be an ancient language, describing the true meaning of this world.
At that moment, he saw the mystery of the world. The law restrained the elements and descended on the turbulent sea of magic. The cold moonlight shone from the sea, forming a huge mountain — that was the peak of the world.
But all these illusions were shattered in an instant. The sword continued to move forward, and time continued to flow. The world of law became fragmented, and the fragments reorganized, forming the scene of the underground hall. It was as if he had stopped breathing for a thousandth of a second, and he had already seen the undead lady's face clearly.
A thousandth of a second passed at this moment.
"Stop the Knights of the Dead Moon!" Allium Japonicum decisively ordered.
Mephistopheles and Andrique's Abyss Tentacles immediately entangled the hands and feet of the Knights of the Dead Moon. They did not expect to cause any damage to the undead, but they only wanted to delay the undead for a little while, so that the undead could not support the high-grade undead behind them. At this time, Hipamira finally opened the package in her hand and took out the full set of Chong Shan. She raised the scepter high and chanted a word: "Eaam!" She hit the ground heavily with the hammer, and visible cracks extended from the place where the hammer hit. In an instant, the cracks reached the feet of the Knights of the Dead Moon. The Knights of the Dead Moon were directly sent flying and hit the wall on the side.
At this time, Brando finally slashed the sword at the vampire lady.
A series of system prompts appeared — Your swordsmanship has broken through to level 16; Your swordsmanship has broken through to level 17; Your swordsmanship has broken through to level 18; Your swordsmanship has broken through to level 19; Your swordsmanship has broken through to level 19 — Brando heavily slashed the head of the vampire lady. If it were anyone else, they would not have had time to react. Brando was even confident that at this moment, even if he had to fight Mérietla the Lying Witch again, he would be able to take her head without the intervention of Ko Hua.
But the vampire lady reacted at the last moment. She finally pulled out her weapon from under the cloak. It was a long black scythe. When Brando saw the scythe, he knew that the vampire lady also had a Dimensional Hole. At the same time, he also knew the identity of the vampire lady when he saw the scythe.
Clang! There was a sharp sound of metal clashing that could pierce one's eardrums.
The vampire lady let out a painful groan and was sent flying. With a bang, she crashed into the wall behind her. The wall collapsed and buried her under the rubble. But in an instant, the rubble that buried the vampire lady exploded. The hall was once again filled with smoke and dust. She coughed and climbed up from the rubble. She raised her head and looked at Brando in shock.
The hood on her head had been torn to pieces by the impact, revealing her true face under the hood.
In fact, it was not her true face. It was a mask that covered half of her face. The mask was extremely strange. Half was black and half was white. It was half crying and half laughing. A drop of black tear was drawn on the crying half of her face. When Brando saw the mask, he completely understood who the other party was.
"Black Knight, White."
"Eh, you recognize me?" The woman was slightly stunned. She coughed twice and immediately reacted. "I understand now. Metisha must have told you."
"Metisha?" This time, it was Brando's turn to be stunned. He could naturally recognize this guy because he was a very famous guy in the game. He was the Black Knight of Madara's Four Knights of the Apocalypse, White. In this world, the White Knight of the Four Knights had been killed by him. But the remaining three were not easy to deal with. He calculated the time. At this time, this woman should have already obtained the inheritance of the Bone Dragon King, O 'Connor. No wonder she had such strength.
It was said that after the Black Knight obtained the inheritance of the Bone Dragon King, his strength jumped to the top of the Four Knights. At this time, she should at least have the strength of an Ultimate Realm.
Brando understood. Fortunately, he had used the Soul Spike to ambush the other party, and then inexplicably had an epiphany during the attack. He actually recalled his own swordsmanship realm in the game. Otherwise, this sword strike would have been very dangerous. A dangerous light flashed in his eyes because he had already seen a layer of almost imperceptible grey domain slowly spreading behind the Black Knight. It was different from Greysword Saint-mephistopheles' grey domain. Without a doubt, it was the power of Soul Essence.
The highest level of Soul Essence, the Pale Wilderness.
This guy was secretly spreading the Ultimate Flatlands.
Brando thought to himself that it was fortunate that he had seen so many Ultimate Realm masters. Otherwise, he would have been fooled by this woman. However, he was secretly impressed by the Black Knight. She actually thought of using smoke to hide her Ultimate Flatlands. Presumably, she had also pretended to fall into the wall to deliberately create the current atmosphere. However, this also reflected that she was heavily injured. Otherwise, she would not have used these little tricks.
After figuring this out, Brando's heart calmed down. He did not expose the other party's little trick. Instead, he pretended not to know and asked, "You know Metisha?"
At this time, he glanced at the Knights of the Dead Moon from the corner of his eye and saw that they were getting up from the ground. Haku also looked in that direction as if he had no intention to fight. He smiled and said in a hollow voice, "Of course, Medissa is my only sister. If you dare to disappoint her, I won't forgive you."
"Wait … You said Metisha is …? You are …? " Brando did not pretend to be surprised. He looked at the woman with some shock, thinking that Metisha was the little princess of the Silver Elven Empire and the last princess of the War of the Holy Saints. Then, wouldn't her sister be …?
Sure enough, Haku nodded and said, "That is indeed my past identity. However, the War of the Holy Saints has been too long ago. I don't want to talk about this identity anymore. I did wrong to Metisha when I was alive, and I don't have the face to see her again. I hope you can treat her well. Although she is a princess, she is a kind and simple girl." Hearing this, Brando was completely sure of Haku's identity. Even if she was not the princess of the Silver Elven Empire, she was at least someone who was very close to Metisha. Otherwise, she would not know these secrets.
His expression became slightly serious. However, as if seeing Brando's expression, Haku smiled and said, "My Lord, you are interested in these slates. My goal is Sir John Lorison's undead. Since you are Metisha's Lord, there is no need for us to fight. How about we each take what we need?"
Brando heard this and sneered, "In that case, why don't Miss Haku put away her domain first?"
Haku's expression changed drastically when she heard this sentence. She jumped up like a frightened cat. Instead of immediately putting away her ultimate power, she sped up and tried to pull Brando into her domain. But before she could complete this masterpiece, her expression had changed again, because she even saw with some fear that Brando suddenly took out a long cone-shaped object from the void.
At that moment, she finally understood why Brando was so fearless.
She was fooled.
"No!" Haku screamed, "I am Metisha's sister, you can't — Ah!" Her scream finally turned into a miserable wail. Brando would not listen to any of her explanations. It did not matter if she was Metisha's sister or not, he would just stick the God-slaying Magic Awl into her. Anyway, although this thing would greatly damage a person's power system, and even completely destroy her understanding of the law, it was still very difficult to directly kill a person. Of course, the arrogant and unlucky Williams was an exception.
Haku's Extreme Plains shattered in an instant. She trembled and knelt down as if she was severely injured. She even rolled her eyes. She looked at Brando with trembling eyes and pointed at him, "You … you actually have this thing … this Dimensional Hole … I, I understand now. Amman died in your hands … I see …" Before the poor black Knight could finish her words, she suddenly let out a muffled groan. This was the second attack of the Soul Spike hidden in her Soul Mark. She, who was already severely injured, could no longer hold on and directly fainted.
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(PS: This update should have been done on the last day of last month to the 21st. It should have been done on 22 chapters without a break. No matter how jammed I am, I still insist on updating the code of the day. Sometimes, I start writing from dawn the day before and spend a few hours thinking about it. After all, I still hope to finish writing all the chapters in one go, and at least finish writing one of my own works. Two-thirds of this month has passed. Now, I am shamelessly asking for monthly votes. I hope everyone can support my efforts. Thank you very much ~)
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