A hand covered in dust and stained with blood reached out from the rubble, knocking the rubble down. The hand held a crystal ball tightly, which seemed to have been activated by some mysterious power. Its surface was emitting a faint light, and a thin layer of mist was escaping from its surface, shrouding everything in it.
The bloodstained hand struggled for a moment, and then lifted a larger piece of rubble. Like a weightless bubble, it was lifted up lightly and rolled down with a heavy thud.
Then, with a crash, a large piece of rubble and broken wood was pushed up, and a person covered in dust crawled out.
The person was covered in dust, and only his eyes were still lively. He carefully looked around, and when he did not see the Dragon Queen's figure, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It was Brando.
At the very least, the Elven Queen wasn't joking with him about this. The Dragon-repelling Orb in his hand was indeed effective. Otherwise, a thin layer of rubble and wood would never have been able to stop Gwendolyn's search.
Looking at the crystal ball in his hand, Brando casually opened his waist pouch and threw it in. Although there was a layer of cloth in between, the fog-like film that shrouded his body did not diminish at all, and it probably did not affect the orb's function.
However, this allowed him to free up his hands. He bent down and carefully carried Medissa out from under the rock. He himself was covered in scratches, but the Silver Elf princess was almost unharmed under his protection, and that made him feel a little more at ease. He carried her on his back, and with one hand on his sword, he looked around cautiously.
This should be the outer perimeter of the patrolling cavalry headquarters, and half of the fortress had already collapsed in the previous battle. Although the fight between him and the Dragon Queen could not be considered a battle at all, and at most he had stopped the Dragon Queen from pursuing Hipamira, and Gwendolyn had retaliated.
And that was all it took to create all that was before him.
Brendel stood under the night sky and looked at the scene in front of him in shock. The ruins were more than ten thousand square meters, and it was even more thorough than a demolition. It was like a masterpiece left behind by a bomb squad in the future. The largest fragment he saw was the fountain that was originally in the front yard of the Patrolling Cavalry Headquarters. 'Fortunately', it was only split in half.
Spring water flowed out of the cracked fountain, and half of the front yard was already flooded, as if half of the patrolling cavalry headquarters was originally a water country.
"Her Majesty is in for a lot of fun now. Rebuilding would cost a lot, but the Empire's people are rich. I wonder how she plans to explain all this to the people."
Brando could not help but think gloatingly. He thought that Gwendolyn really did not hold back, and that a Sage champion actually dared to use her full strength in the city.
Of course, he did not dare to confirm whether the other party had used his full strength. After all, there was the legend of the Sage destroying half a city with a single blow. He just hated the feeling of being controlled by others.
If he could not become stronger, he would never be able to control his own fate.
In this era, he may have stood at the peak of mortals, but compared to those legendary existences, he was still too far away.
Looking around, he did not find any trace of the Dragon Queen Gwendolyn. He knew that she probably thought that he had somehow escaped, and thus went to the outskirts to search for his whereabouts. Giant dragons often believed in the physical speed they were proud of, and it was not the first time that they had made such an arrogant mistake because of such an illusion.
He was a little worried about Hipamira who had escaped. There was not much time left for the priestess at that time, and he did not dare to confirm whether she had escaped the Dragon Queen's perception range. Brando used telepathy to contact Hipamira, but found that there was no reply.
His heart tightened, and he sent a few messages in a row, but he did not expect to receive an unexpected reply from Ropar.
The Lord of the Fireclaw Lizardmen was not far from him at the moment. In fact, he was currently at the outskirts of Queens, and was only a few streets away from Brando.
Brando asked him about Hipamira, and after receiving a negative answer, he knew that she had already left the battlefield before the battle at the Colddew Villa ended.
Ropar was a glorious warrior, and he did not often choose to retreat, but the mission Brando gave him was to protect the young lady of the Flower Leaf Territory, and as a qualified protector, he would always be the first to protect the person he was protecting, and the safest place was his best choice.
He had arrived at Queens early, waiting to meet up with Brando, and only when Mayad had occupied this place did the latter carefully retreat to the west of Queens, choosing not to clash with the cultists.
Brando did not expect this big guy who usually did not care about trifles to have such a meticulous side. He could not help but praise him, and after a few words of affirmation, he asked.
"Is Vahina still by your side, Ropar?"
"There's nothing wrong with Miss Vahina, my lord," the Lord of the Fireclaw Lizardmen answered in a methodical manner, "We also met others."
"Others?" Brando was slightly stunned.
"It's Lady Veronica, and others." As they had met once in the Loop of Trade Winds, Ropar only knew Veronica, but Brando immediately understood from his words that Ropar had met Sidney and the others.
According to what Metisha and Hipamira said, there should be another important person with them. He knew that it was a person who once commanded the winds and clouds in the history of the Empire. He and the former Emperor had established the order of the Empire decades later, until their successor, the Silver Queen, completely destroyed everything.
Regardless, this person could be said to be a person who once changed the entire world.
He was the former Prime Minister of the Empire, the legendary Nidevan.
Brando sighed softly. He did not ask why Sidney and the others had only arrived at Queens now, and only whispered to Ropar, "Ropar, tell them to wait for me where they are. Don't show yourself. Tell them that the Dragon Queen Gwendolyn is nearby, and wait for me to meet up with you."
"Yes, my lord."
Ropar did not ask who the Dragon Queen Gwendolyn was, and did not seem to care if Brando had the ability to reach them. He was like a true warrior, rigidly carrying out orders.
But even so, this made Brando feel more at ease.
At least among his subordinates, such as Mephistopheles, Andrique, The Shire, and even Miss Priestess, there was someone he could order with ease.
Speaking of which, after he ordered Mephistopheles and The Shire to split up at the foothills of the Colddew Villa, he had not heard from them. Ever since he saw the Mother of Nightmares, Brando felt that the spiritual connection between him and his Planeswalker had become difficult to maintain.
The legends of the Nightmares being able to control the spiritual network seemed to be true now.
Closing the spiritual connection, Brando sighed softly.
The cultists, the rioting citizens, and the corrupted Andesha and Mayad. There was clearly the shadow of the Tree Herders behind all of this. Now that the Nightmares had reappeared, and the Dragon Queen was swaggering outside, everything seemed to be coming together at once.
"What troubled times. The core of the Empire has all sorts of monsters popping out …"
He could not help but sigh.
Brando's injuries were not light. The Dragon Queen's attack had broken at least three of his ribs, but it was thanks to his current physical strength. If it had been anyone else, even if they were at the peak of the Law Realm, they would have been smashed into meat paste.
Such injuries more or less affected his movements. Although his life was slowly recovering under the influence of his innate ability [Endurance], his broken bones could not be treated effectively. Furthermore, in order to not attract the Dragon Queen's speed, he did not dare to fly on the roof. He could only limp along the streets with Metisha on his back.
He first left the patrol headquarters, and then advanced along an unknown alley behind the fortress. He had walked through this alley once a few days ago, and knew that it led to the Street of Swords. That was the closest place to Ropar.
After walking on the dark street for who knows how long, Brando suddenly felt a soft breath on his neck. He was stunned for a moment before he reacted.
"Metisha?"
The Silver Elf princess softly grunted in acknowledgment. "Put me down, my lord." She said softly.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I'm not injured. It's just that the spiritual impact has a huge impact on a spirit like me. But it's not a big problem. I'm much better now."
Metisha glanced at Brando, who was carrying her, and bit her lip. "My lord, your injuries are much worse than mine."
Brando put her down, and the movement touched the wound on his chest. He could not help but grit his teeth in pain. Metisha hurriedly held him up and looked at him with her silver eyes.
"What's wrong?" Brando was puzzled.
"Nothing." Metisha lowered her head.
She blinked, and the bright colors reflected in her silver eyes were brighter than the real moonlight. It was as if there was a layer of soft light reflected in her pupils. The colors were clear, but her expression was extremely complicated.
Just when the latter thought that she had nothing to say, the Silver Elf princess softly said, "My lord."
"Hmm?"
"Miss Scarlet, she …"
"What's wrong with her?"
"She's very dependent on you."
Brando was slightly stunned. He did not understand why Metisha would ask this question.
"You should be able to feel it."
Brando couldn't help but fall silent. Of course, he could feel it. In fact, he knew very well what that kind of feeling meant.
"I think, even if she never gets any response or promise from you, she will still do it without hesitation."
"I …" Brando wanted to scratch his head. Even when facing the Dragon Queen, he did not feel so hesitant and difficult to make a decision. Only on this question, he felt that he was at a loss and had no direction. He could only answer timidly.
"I'm sorry, Metisha."
But the Silver Elf princess did not show any anger or resentment. She was not even disappointed. She just said softly, "Don't say sorry, because for us, it's worth it."
"You?"
Metisha nodded, but her eyes showed that she did not take this matter to heart. When she spoke again, it was as if she was talking about something else.
"You're too soft-hearted, my lord. In fact, I think Miss Scarlet should know what you're thinking. She just doesn't want to hurt you, not even a little bit."
Brando was stunned. He always thought that the one he could not see through was Scarlet. He carefully protected this relationship just to not let her get hurt. In his opinion, Scarlet had been betrayed more than once. If she received a cold response from him, he was worried that she would not be able to take it.
But he did not expect the truth to be like this. He could not help but look at Metisha. Perhaps only a woman could understand such a gentle thought.
But he suddenly understood that Metisha was also using Scarlet to express her feelings.
"Metisha, you …"
The Silver Elf princess looked up and gently shook her head: "There's no need for that, my lord. I just want to say that I'm very happy. No one has ever treated me like this before. In fact, I don't really understand human emotions because the Silver Elves live their lives in battle. I was instilled with this knowledge since I was born, but I don't feel any more fulfilled than I do now."
"I think," she said softly, "Miss Scarlet should feel the same."
Brando fell silent.
The two of them walked in the dark alley while holding each other's hands. A ray of moonlight shone through the gaps between the eaves and sprinkled on the stone path. The swaying light intertwined between the two of them.
It was like a link of fate. Two souls from two different worlds, separated by thousands of years, were pulled together.
The two of them were immersed in their own thoughts, so much so that they did not even notice the Green Sword Saint walking up to them.
Veronica looked at the two of them with a teasing expression and finally could not help but remind them:
"It seems that your relationship is even better. But Darius, it's not good for you to be so affectionate. My student also seems to care about you."
Brando was startled and looked up in surprise. He found that although he did not ask Sidney to pick him up, a group of people still came to find him.
But his gaze first passed through the crowd, and what he saw was not the rigid face of the Sacred Maiden of the Leo Palace, but an old and solemn face.
He recognized the person at first glance.
The only Prime Minister of the Empire, Nidevan.
… …
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