While Richard hesitated, Julian the Ascetic, who was known for his fiery temper, let out an earth-shattering roar. "Shield of Erama, how dare you —!"
Like Sidney, the Ascetic's sainthood came from the Angel of Erama, who wielded the Sacred Sword. How could he allow others to touch Erama's sacred item? A ring of platinum flames appeared in his eyes. His anger was already burning. Without a word, he threw a punch at Brando.
This was a full-powered attack from someone above the Limiteer realm. Rushta had been fighting for the entire night, and this was his strongest attack. Under his punch, the ground of the Garden of the White Rose cracked inch by inch, and the broken stones and stone floated up from the ground as if they had lost their gravity.
One could only imagine the power contained in the punch itself.
"Be careful!" Fayne shouted angrily at his colleague. "Her Majesty wants to capture him alive. Without Erama's approval, he can't —"
He can't use the Sacred Shield.
The words were stuck in his throat.
He clearly saw the Sacred Shield in Brando's hand flash slightly, and all of Julian's attacks were completely nullified.
Absolute Barrier. This was the legendary ability of the Shield of Erama.
This was impossible!
Fayne almost stopped what he was doing.
He was not the only one. In fact, all of the supreme class fighters around Brando who were related to the Holy Cathedral of Fire could not help but pause. They all thought of a terrifying possibility. If this young man had Erama's approval, then —
What did this mean?
But this question was only meaningful to the experts. To the onlookers, Brando was not in a good situation.
Little Nidevan, who was watching the battle from the side, frowned. He did not understand what was going on. He even asked anxiously, "Why isn't he using that thing?"
The old Prime Minister patted him on the shoulder and shook his head. "The count has his own plans. You are also the Prime Minister of the Empire. Calm down and show the magnanimity of a noble."
Little Nidevan shook his head with a bitter smile. How could he remain calm? This battle not only determined Brando's fate, but also the survival of the Nidevan family.
"Father, Grandfather …?"
A soft voice came from behind the two of them.
Old Nidevan and Little Nidevan turned around at the same time and saw the prime minister's daughter standing there in shock. "Delfien?"
"This is …"
Delfien's face was still a little pale. She raised her head, and her eyes happened to reflect the shocking battle in the White Rose Garden. She then saw the mountain maiden standing in the middle of the crowd. Her fiery red hair made her heart stop slightly.
"These people …"
Old Nidevan glanced at his granddaughter, shook his head, and slowly turned back to answer, "These people, this day, is his stage."
Because some people were born to shine in an era.
The Prime Minister's daughter had a complicated look in her eyes.
But the color in the other pair of eyes was much simpler and more indifferent.
Silver Queen Constance looked forward and watched a drop of her blood fly into the void. At this moment, she didn't even care too much about the battle.
The result of the battle was inevitable.
But for this moment, she had sacrificed too much. The Empire had also prepared for too long. Decades of waiting and misunderstanding. But if the world understood the meaning behind all of this, then she believed that all of this would be meaningful.
She raised her head and saw the huge magic array forming in the void. Through this magic array, she looked at the black moon in the sky. There, she seemed to see the backs of two eras intersecting.
Everything was ready.
Under the arrangement of fate —
Rumbling sounds came from the sky. It was as if some invisible force swept away the dark clouds in the sky. The running wolves were forced to retreat. Above the clouds, the magic array of the Elemental Boundary fitted together like gears. They rotated in the sky, one ring after another.
Every time the vertical axis moved, the silver Lines of Law swept across the sky for thousands of miles.
In every corner of Wohnde, hundreds of millions of people witnessed this spectacle. They saw the clouds shining, and then the shadow of a huge tower that reached the sky descended from the sky.
In many places around the White Mountains, in the Silver Coast and Lubic, and even in the distant Nine Phoenixes to the east, in the Dead Moon Inland Sea, in the polar regions north of Farnezain, and in the great glaciers, boundless darkness began to spread.
The Eternal Night had descended.
XX: JUDGEMENT —
Light lost.
The green sea was calm. In the darkness, the eyes of Eleranta reflected the huge tower. In the Evermisty Forest, the singing of the Elves and Ghosts did not stop for a moment. The same scene was reflected in the exceptionally calm eyes of the Wind Queen.
The huge tower hung alone in the sky.
The rustling of the pine trees reminded Andina of the Black Pine Forest in the Grinoires Mountains. She pushed open the door and walked out of her room. She looked up at the scenery in the sky, her eyes sparkling with brilliance.
Freya was still talking to Princess Gryphine in the room. The candlelight in the room flickered, and a huge map was laid out. A letter was thrown to the side. The letter was opened, and a corner of the letter was revealed.
On the pure white letter paper, the pitch-black words were written in a somewhat distorted manner:
"At the beginning of the month, the Queen of Banshees, Yalvete, led an army to attack the front line of Gold City. The King of the Withered Lands, Lawson the Glutton, attacked the Silman area —"
A slightly tired but gentle voice sighed.
"They're here. Mr. Knight never expected them to be wrong …"
"Your Highness, we …"
"Freya, you like Mr. Knight?"
"I …"
"I want to give Mr. Knight a gift. Do you know what the best gift is, Freya?"
"I don't know."
"It's a victory, Freya."
"But the Royal Faction …"
"Don't worry about them. I'm Haruz's sister, the princess of the kingdom. This time, I will fight for the dream that Mr. Knight shares with me!"
This was the story of the Year of the Sword. At the end of the year, the Black Rose of the Roman Tuo arrived as expected.
At that moment, far away in the center of the Empire, the Silver Queen was staring blankly at the lonely tower in the sky. It had a holy white exterior and had once shone brightly for an era. Its name was also the source of the fire of civilization — Babel. It had fallen, and now it had returned.
On the battlefield, Prince Ognos was roaring angrily as he pounced at Brando. He gripped a gleaming blade tightly in his hand.
The rumbling sound echoed through the clouds.
All access to Tiamat and the Elemental Border had been opened —
Scarlett tried her best to speak loudly to Ovina so that her voice wouldn't be drowned out. "… And then?" she asked loudly.
Ever since the Planeswalkers left, this was the first time the Lines of Law between heaven and earth had become so active.
Constance looked at her hands in disbelief.
This was the power of the Divine People.
It was even more powerful than she had imagined.
Legend had it that the Gods could control the network of laws above the Elemental Border. At that moment, she could clearly feel the connection between the entire world and herself. It was as if she could control the world with the lift of her hand.
There seemed to be a stream of light flowing before her eyes. Amidst her astonishment, she saw a silver screen of light appear before her eyes.
On the screen were complex words from the oldest civilization. The jumping symbols and words were incomprehensible to mortals, but she could barely make out the meaning.
"… Authority … granted?"
The Silver Queen finally smiled.
It was as if she had returned to the modern world. She saw a pair of wings made of light growing out of Prince Ogeos's brown bear-like body. A set of ancient yet strange armor covered his body. He raised his hands high, and the dagger in his hand turned into a shining two-handed longsword.
A pillar of light fell upon him and covered his entire body.
A warrior's bloodline, although low, was at least different from mortals. Constance raised her hands slightly. After waiting for so long, she finally got her reward, and it was even better than she had imagined.
Babel was born.
An era had returned.
"And then?"
A strange light reflected in Ovina's eyes. It was frighteningly bright.
She made a very human-like gesture and licked her lips. "And then, all that's left is to wait."
"Can you really help the Lord?" Scarlett asked loudly.
"Perhaps," Ovina answered. "You should trust him more …"
The sudden surge of power made Ognos' entire body burn. It was as if endless power filled his body. There was no explanation for this, but perhaps there was one.
"I am the chosen one, the destined ruler of this world!" His mind was in a frenzy. He roared, gripped his sword with both hands, and slashed down at Brando with all his might.
There was a loud clang.
Ognos felt his hands go numb. Then, to his shock, he realized that he had been blocked.
But what blocked him was neither Brando's sword nor Brando's shield. It was a strange card. None of the supreme class fighters around him noticed, but he could see that card —
It was a black and white card. The surface of the card was made of some unknown material. It shone with a strange light. It floated in midair, blocking the blade in his hand. It exuded an indestructible aura.
There was no sound in the void, but Ognos clearly heard a thunderous shout in his heart, telling him what the essence of the world was.
That was the Law.
That firm order seemed to form a world of its own. Brando reached out his hand and tapped lightly on the card.
Countless mysterious patterns spread from the card, as if they were telling of countless stories that had been buried in history. They were moving, moving, and touching. They were the crusades that Knights raised their banners, the promises that warriors kept with their lives. It had a name.
It was called loyalty.
"Loyalty knows no place or time, life or death —"
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