The liquid metal, which looked like pure gold, flowed on Brando's palm and changed its shape. It contained a substance similar to light. Milky white light flowed along with the flow of the liquid, like a magnificent diamond of light.
Brando stared at this beautiful object. This was the complete form of the Law Fragment when it was activated. It was the combination of the Law of Wohnde, a part or fragment of the Tiamat Code. It was the closest thing to the origin of the world.
A product, a supreme creation of the Gods. He had never come across such a thing in his previous life. At this moment, his heart was filled with admiration. Putting aside the essence of this thing, just the degree of perfection of the Law Fragment was enough to make it the supreme of the Wohnde.
A beautiful object.
At the moment when the Law Fragment was activated, Brando understood how to use it. The main function of the Law Fragment was to construct the Law, which was also its original form — the Tiamat Code itself.
Power. As everyone knew, the world of Wohnde was chaotic. There was no change of day and night, and there was no cycle of seasons. Perhaps there was still rain, snow, thunder, and lightning, but they did not follow any rules. They were just a manifestation of chaos and disorder.
The Law Fragment created by Martha gave this world the most basic rules — the rising sun in the east, the setting stars in the west, the wind, rain, and dew, and even the thunder and lightning. Therefore, the intelligent beings were able to flourish and grow in the land blessed by the Goddess.
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When he received the Law Fragment, Brando naturally understood a fact, and that was the blessing of the Goddess Martha — the Law Fragment of Tiamat no longer existed in this world. The meteor shower that mortals saw before the Eternal Night.
This was the scene of this huge Law Fragment falling to the ground. But even though it was broken, the Law Fragment of Tiamat was still protecting this world. It was as if they were automatically activated by a mysterious force, guarding the different places where they fell.
Regions.
Could this be the so-called Martha's deepest love for the people of this world? Brando felt the warmth from the Law Fragment in his hand, and his heart was slightly touched. It felt like a mother's concern for her children.
She had no choice but to leave, but she did not let go of her children in this world.
Martha had written a final rule in Tiamat's law, which was to give the creatures of the Wohnde a final chance even if everything was irreversible. However, the fact that the world had been split apart was an unchangeable fact.
Brando opened his palm, and the ball of light began to rise slowly. He gave a command to the Rule Fragment to take back its authority, and spread it all over the surroundings of Fathom Port, from the Golden Needle Forest to the Levya Valley, from the Silver Cove Bay to Ovechin.
The laws of the entire southern part of East Metz melted like snow.
At Fathom Harbor, the first rays of the morning sun had just risen from the surface of the sea before they were engulfed by darkness in the blink of an eye. The residents in the harbor experienced a spectacle that lasted from dawn to dusk. A layer of gold fragments floated on the surface of the sea as if they were on fire.
Delphi, Eugenie, and Marjory saw with their own eyes that the clouds in the depths of the Supreme Inland Sea were collapsing layer by layer. The sky seemed to have turned into a black hole that swallowed everything. On the dark curtain, there were faint glimmers of starlight, but that was not the light of the stars.
It was the reflection of the sea of power.
Twelve moons appeared on the surface of the sea.
In the Levya Valley, a group of mountain people had lived on the land that led to the Lache Mountains for generations. The mountain people had erected countless strange wooden sculptures in the forest. It was said that the dark wooden sculptures that were carved with ghosts and monsters were guarding the group of mountain people.
In the mountains were the heroic spirits of their ancestors. At this moment, the villagers knelt on the ground in fear. Blurry figures were passing through the forest. Those grayish-white figures seemed to have come from countless eras ago. He was the one who had been there for the past few years.
They passed by the pitch-black wood carvings and walked silently into the depths of the forest.
In Ovechin, a biting cold wind from the Alkash Mountains passed from the northwest to the southeast. Wherever it passed, everything withered, as if winter had arrived in advance. In just an instant, the earth was covered in frost. In the city of Ovechin.
The town guard stationed at the head of the city witnessed this strange scene with his own eyes. A gust of icy wind whistled from the northwest of the port. It blew over the port, and there was a loud creaking sound that sounded like thousands of pieces of glass cracking at the same time from the direction of the port.
The entire sea began to freeze. The ice spread rapidly in the direction of the port and pressed down on the sailboats anchored in the harbor. The wooden hulls of the boats could not bear the weight and shattered. The sailors panicked and jumped off the boats to escape.
In the castle not far from the port, a series of icicles quickly hung on the stone window. Behind the stone window, Duke Ambunal watched this scene indifferently. There was no trace of emotion in his grayish-blue eyes. He stretched his deerskin gloved right hand out of the window.
Outside, he wiped away the icicles and watched the broken ice pieces fall with a crisp sound.
Outside the window, the sunny sky of the entire southern region of East Metz was dimming layer by layer. It turned from light blue to dark blue, then to a suffocating reddish-purple, and finally to a dark, lusterless darkness. It was as if the sky had been covered by a layer.
A thick shroud.
As the light changed, the candlelight in the room became brighter and brighter. The duke's thin face revealed a deep outline under the interweaving light and shadows. The shoulders of his military uniform had been piled up with subordinates at some point.
Snowflakes drifted in through the window. He turned around and held a bone staff in his left hand. This bone staff was very strange. It didn't look like it was made of human bone or any familiar animal bone. The bone staff was dark red, and its surface was covered with a layer of
The bone staff was covered in scaly patterns, and at the top was a huge claw. It clasped a skull tightly. This skull was not human either. It was a size smaller than a human skull. The bone was pitch black and had three eyes. In fact, this was a scorched hell demon.
The skull of a demon.
Duke Ambunal held the bone staff in his hand and shook off the snow on his body. He said to the mayor of Ovechin, Count Brier, who was in the room, "It seems that Her Majesty did not lie to us. This world is no longer the one we know.
This is a world. Under the calm surface, there is a deep disaster brewing. Before this, who would have thought that the wraith banshee was telling the truth? It seems that she has succeeded. Next, let our army of the undead set out. "
Count Brier was a humorous middle-aged man. He had a deep personal relationship with Duke Ambunal. When he heard this sentence, even under the terrible scene in front of him, he could not help but joke, "You call this situation calm?
My old friend, I'm afraid there is no one in the entire empire who is calmer than you. "
However, he still shook his head. He looked at the bone staff in Duke Ambunal's hand and said, "But I still don't believe in the undead of Madara. They are not on the same side as us. Old friend, do you really believe that they will be so kind? And …
The point is, if we go with the undead of Madara, it will leave a bad reputation. The other holy shrines may unite against us. "
"This is the decree of Her Majesty." Duke Ambunal replied quietly. He took off his gloves and put his right index finger on the top of the bone staff.
Two balls of red light shone from the pitch-black skulls.
Silver Bay Coast.
The place had long been shrouded in the howling icy wind. The sunny scene of the southern coast of East Metz had disappeared. Even the vast sea was covered with a thick layer of ice. The waves were frozen at the last moment, forming layers upon layers.
Glaciers that looked like mountain peaks, looking south along the frozen coast, formed a grayish-blue frost plain at the end of the horizon.
The biting cold icy wind mixed with the snowflakes that filled the sky. Palm-sized snowflakes fell from the sky in layers, quickly forming a foot-deep pile of snow on the ground. The world was covered in a vast expanse of whiteness, as if it had covered all life.
But under the snow, some existences that did not belong to this world were awakening.
With a muffled sound, an undead shrouded in a tattered black cloak suddenly crawled out from under the snow. The red light of the two Soulfires under its black cloak was particularly eye-catching. As soon as it came to the ground, the undead immediately raised its bone staff.
Raising the bone staff in his hand, a forest of withered bones rose from the snow in an instant. It was a group of skeleton soldiers. The undead shook off the snow on their bodies and crawled out of the snow one by one. It was as if in an instant, there was a Mi Mi.
In an instant, an army of death appeared in this world out of thin air.
In Wayne, Ovechin, on the main road leading to Fathan, countless similar scenes were playing out over and over again.
Ground dragons of the White Legion rampaged in the snowy night. On their saddles sat black-robed undead wizards, or necromancers, accompanied by more than ten White Legion Knights or soldiers, holding Ambunal in their hands.
The fake bone staff in Duke Lear's hand led an army of undead under the night sky.
And every undead army had only one destination.
That was Fathan Harbor.
But in the Golden Needle Forest, it was a different scene.
The bone staff in the hands of the decaying Knight Crotte was also emitting a red light, but at this moment, she did not have the mind to pay attention to the changes of the bone staff in her hand, because in the sky above the forest, there was a more spectacular scene.
A scene.
The radiance of the entire world seemed to have been sucked into the ball of light in the air. Hundreds of millions of golden threads of law flew over from all directions and gathered here. The ball of light hanging above the forest looked very much like a ball of light at this moment.
The eternal small sun was rising slowly above the forest canopy.
The valley and the forest were bathed in the dazzling light, even turning the forest into a silver-white color.
Everyone who witnessed this scene — not only Crotte, but even the young men under Jutta — was stunned. They looked at Brando, who was holding the light ball with one hand, in awe. They were inexplicably shocked, especially Kelo.
At this moment, the decaying Knight was looking at Brando with uncertainty. As an undead who was more sensitive to the power of life, he could clearly feel the strong life emitted by the light ball more clearly than anyone else.
Power, that kind of power was almost endless. Just one ten-thousandth of it was enough to turn him — no, not only him, but even the undead army under his control into ashes.
He did not know how Brando mastered such terrifying power, but there was no doubt that this young lord from Erouine had already been listed as one of the people he could not afford to offend.
If he had some other thoughts in his heart before, at this moment, he was only willing to serve Brando.
Thinking of this, the dark noble from Madara could not help but bow more respectfully.
On the other hand, Jana, who was under the roof of the carriage, finally discovered the abnormality outside the carriage. She fell into silence after hearing Myr's words. Then, she recalled the reason why she joined the mercenary group in the first place.
This small group was definitely not as ambitious as the youth in front of him. Perhaps it was just to protect themselves, and then there was a bit of admiration for Brendel, as well as respect and gratitude towards his grandfather.
As for the future, she did not think too much. In fact, ever since her sister died, she rarely thought about such unrealistic things.
But after this battle, she found that everything seemed to be slightly different …
She could not tell where this difference came from, but when she saw the sword firmly inserted in her scabbard, the emblem of the white lion on the hilt, and the coat of arms on her breastplate, everything seemed to have an answer.
At this time, a strong light suddenly rose outside the carriage. Jutta was slightly stunned and could not help but look in that direction. "Where is this place? What's going on outside?"
"This is still the Golden Needle Forest. We are moving in the direction of the Silver Bay Coast," Crewe replied. "As for what's going on outside, I'm afraid you'll have to ask the Lord."
Jutta frowned, but did not immediately go out. Instead, she asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"
"Not long. My Lord, your injuries are quite serious, but under the effect of the holy water, you recovered quickly. It has only been seven or eight hours since yesterday." Meyr replied.
"Seven or eight hours, then it should be early in the morning now?" Jutta was slightly stunned. "But why did I feel like it was dusk just now? I thought I was unconscious for the whole day?"
"You can say that." Crewe continued. "According to the Lord, from now on, the time of a normal person is meaningless to us."
"He's right. From now on, in the Eastern Metz Region, day and night, and even time itself, are meaningless. You might see some strange things later, but don't worry about it. I suggest that you get used to this situation before you prepare for battle." Brendel's voice sounded from outside the carriage, "He's right. From now on, in the Eastern Metz Region, day and night, and even time itself, are meaningless. You might see some strange things later, but don't mind it.
"My Lord?" Jutta asked in confusion. "What does that mean?"
"Nothing," Brando replied. "You only need to know that a long, long time ago, we called this world the World of Evernight."
"Here, Martha's laws are no longer applicable —"
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