"Excuse me, everyone. Is the Priestess you speak of a lady like this?"
The young man's expression was solemn. He stretched out his palm with his palm facing down. Everyone saw a cloud of dust gather between his palm and the ground. The glittering dust swirled and formed a picture. It was Hipamila's appearance.
"Ah, Sister Priestess." The boy exclaimed in surprise.
The young man raised his head and looked at the crowd: "My name is Brando, Hipamira's friend. Please tell me, where is she?"
"You are her Lord?"
The young man, Brando, nodded.
"You will save her, right?" The girl with the thick eyebrows asked carefully.
In her eyes, although the young man in front of her was wearing tattered clothes, he had an indescribable temperament, just like the palace knights outside Safus's Gate. He was calm and composed, and his manner of speech was extraordinary. Moreover, his skin was white and smooth. He did not look like a commoner.
"What happened to her?"
"Lady Hipamira was stopped by a monster in order to protect us." The big guy looked at Brando cautiously and answered in a low muffled voice.
"What kind of monster?" Brando asked again, "Where is it?"
"S-Sir," a voice came from behind. Everyone looked back in surprise and found that the one who spoke was the young man in the black robe. The latter's head was covered in sweat as if he had just been fished out of the water. He raised his hand and said to Brando: "I will take you there."
Brando looked at the young man and glanced at the pattern and pattern of the black robe. "Disciple of the Black Flames?" He thought. But he knew that there were many low-level disciples in the Disciples of the Black Flames. Most of them were blinded by temptation, so he did not mind and only replied: "No need. Tell me, what kind of monster is it?"
Everyone's heart sank, thinking that this young man still had the mood to ask questions at a time like this.
The girl with the thick eyebrows furrowed her brows, and her eyes revealed a look of disdain. She probably thought that he was one of those noble youths who looked elegant on the surface, but was actually a coward who was afraid of death. If she told him how terrifying the monster was, he would definitely find an excuse to avoid it.
If it weren't for her grandmother gently holding her hand, the young girl would have been unable to hold back her sarcastic remarks.
Brando didn't think too much about it. As a qualified warrior, understanding the enemy was a basic skill. Otherwise, it wouldn't be saving people, but putting himself in danger.
He knew that in this city, there were not many monsters that could threaten Hipamila, and whether it was the horseshoe beetle or the evil god Fredrich, or anything else, they could also pose a threat to him, so he had to be careful.
Brando understood what they were thinking from the looks of suspicion on their faces. He couldn't help but shake his head, but he didn't explain because there was no need to.
He waited for everyone's answer.
"We didn't see the monster's appearance clearly, but we saw many tentacles that looked like octopus tentacles rising from the ground." The young disciple replied. He was the only one who didn't think that Brando was afraid. He was even a little afraid. Not long ago, this face was his biggest nightmare.
"Tentacles? What kind of tentacles?"
"Every tentacle was taller than a two-story house. It was as thick as a person hugging it. There were many human faces on it." The young disciple thought for a moment before answering.
"That's the evil god Fredrich." Brando understood.
"What did he say? Evil god Fredrich?" A few whispers came from the crowd. The legend of the angel Eroma was widely spread in the Bankdale region. As the other half of this legend, the evil god Fredrich was the best way for mothers to scare the naughty children in this area.
In other words, almost everyone in this area grew up under the shadow of this great demon king. Fredrich would often come in the night to kidnap the naughty children, or take away their candy, new clothes, pillows, and other trivial things. In terms of tiredness, this evil god might even surpass the Sanctum to become the busiest person in the capital.
And naturally, his name was deeply ingrained in the hearts of the people.
"They actually summoned an evil god …" The young disciple's face turned pale, and he almost fell to the ground. It was clear that he had long suspected this, but he didn't dare to confirm it.
"Is what he said true?" Someone grabbed his collar and asked fiercely.
But the girl with the thick eyebrows didn't look at them. She thought to herself, 'Evil god Fredrich, what a good excuse. He'll definitely find a way to avoid it. It's not worth it for the Priestess to have such a lord.' She looked at Brando with disdain. In her eyes, the latter was the most useless of all.
Brando saw that the crowd was about to push the young disciple, and he quickly interrupted them. "Where is that monster? I mean, where did you and Hipamira get separated? "
His question startled the girl. She thought that he would leave immediately, but her preconceived disgust made her explain herself. "Let's see how long you can pretend …"
"Sir, I know. It's just south of here, less than three streets away from here." The disheveled youth hurriedly broke away from the crowd and came to Brendel's front, gasping for breath.
"That's the east side of the Twelfth Month Square. There's a dwarven weapon workshop there, right?" Brendel asked. "That's the east side of the Twelfth Month Square, isn't it?"
The crowd couldn't help but look at Brando in surprise. They probably didn't expect a foreigner to know so much about Rusta. If it weren't for Big Guy, many of them wouldn't have known that there was a weapon workshop there. Even Big Guy himself knew very little about the owner of the weapon workshop.
"Yes, yes," the young disciple quickly answered. At the same time, he asked, "Sir, do you need me to lead the way? I'm not afraid of danger."
Brando looked at him and shook his head. You're not afraid of danger, but I have to be wary of you. You're a disciple of the Black Flames. Besides, I really don't need your help.
He pondered for a moment. In the eyes of the crowd, he seemed to be hesitating. The disdain in the girl's eyes became more obvious. Even the young disciple's heart sank. He thought to himself, Is this lord really planning to escape?
However, the young disciple slightly agreed. After all, it was the Evil God Fredrich. Fredrich was a real god. Just like them, what could a mortal do if they went there?
Brando didn't have the heart to care about what these people thought. He closed his eyes, and his perception of space spread out like water. In an instant, it spread over an area of a few thousand meters. This was the new ability of his Elemental Mastery after reaching the peak of the Elemental Laws, Spacetime Control and Spacetime Perception.
If there were Gold or Elemental Masters in the nearby streets at this moment, they would see such a strange scene. The Lines of Law seemed to have come alive as they passed through the streets and alleys. Tracing back to their source, they would find that the dense silver lines had gathered into a huge cocoon of light. Flashing information streams gathered from all directions and summarized into Brando's mind.
Unfortunately, the people present were all ordinary people. They couldn't see the spectacular silver Lines of Law surrounding Brando at this moment. Only the big Knight faintly sensed it. He was still looking left and right, suspecting that he was hallucinating.
He had learned some knowledge about Elemental Mastery from his father, but it was too far-fetched. It was said that only his grandfather's father's generation had barely touched the realm of Elemental Mastery. He had no idea that the young man in front of him was an Elemental Mastery master.
It was obvious. How was this possible?
Everyone spent a few long seconds in doubt. During this time, the girl with the thick eyebrows wanted to speak several times, but she was stopped by her grandmother.
"Grandmother Oggis, this person …" She couldn't help but feel a little angry.
The old woman only shook her head at the girl. Offending a noble would bring a lot of trouble to the family. She had lived to this age and had seen many of it. She couldn't let this girl be foolish. Besides, it wasn't necessary. Although she felt pity for the approachable Miss Priestess.
The girl with the thick eyebrows seemed to respect the old woman, so she could only shut her mouth and sulk.
After a few seconds, Brando finally opened his eyes again. Just when everyone thought that this noble young master had considered saying some polite words and retreating, he only raised his head and said to the sky.
"About two thousand seven hundred meters. You can see it too."
Everyone looked up. Above them was a pitch-black night sky, but it was reflected red by the fire in the city. But other than the billowing smoke and dancing sparks, there was nothing else.
There was no response from the void.
Only Brando's calm voice echoed in the empty streets, as if it was a matter of course.
Everyone looked at him strangely. Could it be that this noble young master was too thin-skinned and couldn't find an excuse? Had his brain been fried?
"Very well, since you can see it," Brando spoke again after a moment, "Head three streets south from here. Aim at Old Sardin's weapons shop and blast it for me!"
Before anyone could ask what was going on, all of a sudden, a thin golden line was reflected in their eyes.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Even the girl with the thick eyebrows who was about to question could not help but subconsciously shut her mouth.
The golden line descended from the clouds and pierced through the night sky. The clouds slowly rotated at its starting point to form a vortex, and the golden line fell vertically to a certain location in Rushta City.
If they were not mistaken, it was three streets south, where they came from.
Fredrich, who was sneering, suddenly froze.
In the distance, Andesha also looked up at the golden line hanging from the sky. She did not know the Angel Eroma, but she knew this method.
This golden line was connected to the constellations of the War Dragon Tiamat and the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut. Someone was directly mobilizing their power.
This was definitely not the power of a mortal.
Unless the two World Dragons came in person, only the highest authority could mobilize such an attack. Was it Martha? Or was it the Holy Lance of Heaven?
But it wasn't —
A golden Holy Sword was reflected in Anderson's eyes. It shone brightly and hung alone on the peaks of the mountains.
One of the twelve Tree Shepherds' Patriarchs subconsciously took a step back.
An extremely uneasy feeling shrouded Fredrich. This feeling was too familiar. He did not know how long ago, when the same terrifying aura almost completely annihilated him.
"Eroma —!"
It let out a tragic scream, and its huge body instantly shrank down. Countless tentacles seemed to want to immediately drill back into the ground.
But it was still a step too late.
Right in front of Hipamira, a golden light was reflected in the girl's eyes. It fell along the golden line, and under her smiling gaze, the golden light went straight into the ground. With a loud bang, continuous flashes spread along the entire street.
Countless mud and stone slabs were lifted up from the ground. Fredrich's tentacles under the ground were retreating at a speed visible to the naked eye, but they were still caught by the explosion. The tentacles seemed to swell, and then the whole thing exploded. Suddenly, flesh and blood splattered everywhere. Then, more and more tentacles were blown off and flew into the sky. The flash continued to move forward, like a sharp knife cutting the ground. Soon, Fredrich's body was exposed under the open air.
It was an extremely ugly, twisted mass of flesh, as if countless human bodies were mixed together and formed by intertwining with each other. Fortunately, as soon as this disgusting scene appeared, it was hit by a ball of golden light. Amidst an earth-shattering scream, the ball of flesh completely exploded, turning into blood and minced meat that filled the sky. Then, it fluttered and fell to the ground.
It was as if it was raining blood.
"How dare you sneak attack me, Eroma!" Fredrich's voice was much weaker than before. It shouted hatefully: "Follow me, and I will soon have my revenge!"
Then, the buzzing sound completely disappeared.
Thousands of meters away, the people who witnessed this scene were completely stunned. They turned their heads stiffly and looked at the young man. If they had thought that he was just a useless rich second generation before, they couldn't help but start to guess who he was now.
And what was that terrifying 'spell' just now?
But Brando did not care about them. He pulled out his sword and said to the Void: "Your old opponent is not dead yet. Go after him, I will deal with Andesha."
"Fredrich is a monster born from Gaia's mother's blood. It is very difficult to deal with. As long as it comes into contact with mud and rocks, it is almost immortal. It is normal that it does not die so easily. But the way these people summoned it is not right. It is very weak now, and it is not a match for me in my current state. "
A slightly cold and neutral voice replied in the Void.
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