When the dream of the trial shattered, the Dragon Queen's ritual finally reached its final moment of completion.
When Brando and the others returned to the Elemental Plane in a flash, they found that the Mountain of Ceasing Storms was long gone. White Mist and Fiyas were also nowhere to be seen. He tried to contact her and Malourcha with his mind, but to no avail.
He even felt that his connection with Wohnde had been completely severed.
Beside him, Lu Te gave a soft gasp.
He looked up, and for the first time, took a closer look at the 'world' he was in.
To be exact, he didn't know if this place should be called a world, because countless broken mountains, upside-down rivers and oceans, howling winds, and scattered flames floated up and down in this world. It was a scene comparable to the end of the world.
Instead of calling this a 'world,' it would be better to call it a broken ruin. The moment Brando saw it, he knew that the elemental barrier was completely gone.
He was most worried about Miss Tata and the Tyrmosian fleet. On the contrary, he believed that White Mist, as the spirit of an ancient witch, should be able to protect herself. As for Fiyas and Malourcha, they were card creatures. Even if something happened, they would just return to the graveyard.
But worrying was of no use.
Brendel held the reborn Halran Gaia, or Sanorso, in his hand. It had actually merged with the Flaming Blade. Although it was separated into two swords in his left and right hands, he saw the same equipment through the equipment interface.
It was two swords, the Holy Sword – Amber.
It had the attributes of the original Halran Gaia, or even stronger, and also the attributes of the Flaming Blade. He could even transform any of the attributes at will, or freely swap the two swords in their spatial positions.
It was as if they were originally one sword.
Brando vaguely understood how the Amber Sword worked. He had to admit that it was indeed the supreme Holy Sword in this game that was named after this sword. Having it was equivalent to having seven Holy Swords with completely different attributes.
And it was far more than that, because the elemental attributes could cooperate with each other. Just the earth and fire elements could form a certain degree of complementarity. He believed that as long as the seven elements were completed, the elements would grow and multiply endlessly, and even form a complete world.
In fact, they were the foundation of Wohnde.
As Brando held the sword, he felt as if the entire world was in his grasp. Only now did he understand why the Azure Knight could fight against Dusk with Firmament.
This was because he was mobilizing the laws of the entire Tiamat.
He was the same at this moment.
These two swords would be the strongest weapons of the Frost Earth Guard, and he would soon make all enemies who questioned this understand this truth. In The Amber Sword, someone once asked how strong the Frost Earth Guard was, and in fact, there was only one answer:
That depended on his two swords.
This was also the reason why Brando chose this class.
He raised his head. He could vaguely sense this fragmented world. Although the elemental barrier was shattered, the broken laws still penetrated this space. The sword in his hand could naturally guide him in this world.
He soon saw the Dragon Queen.
Naturally, the Dragon Queen also noticed the intruder in this fragmented world at the first moment.
But she did not care. She held the Scepter of Nature in her hand and used the verdant power to dominate this world. The authority left by the four Elven Kings appeared in this gray and fragmented space. The azure of the atmosphere, the light gray of the rocks, the dark blue of the ocean, and the crimson red of the flames each formed a huge law, surrounding the 'Roman' in the center.
No matter who it was.
It was too late to stop her.
When she raised the scepter in her hand to a certain position, the space suddenly trembled and opened up a portal. Evil God Fredrich, who was covered in injuries, screamed and fell from it. Its tentacles fluttered up and down in the gray space, expressing the anger in its heart.
It had been sleeping for thousands of years. It woke up for revenge, but it did not expect to meet its nemesis, Eroma, before it could recover to its strongest state.
Never in its wildest dreams would it have imagined that Eroma, who had been sleeping for thousands of years like it, would appear to be in her peak condition the moment she appeared before it. In fact, she was even more powerful than before.
And so, it met a tragic end. If that damned archangel had not suddenly disappeared in the middle of the battle, it would have been difficult for it to even come to this place alive.
And Gwendolyn could not help but be slightly surprised when she saw Fredrich in such a state. She did not expect that someone in the outside world could hurt it so badly in such a short time. Fortunately, she did not waste too much time to summon it, or the consequences would be unimaginable.
At this moment, for the first time, she felt that the Tree Herders' plan did not seem to be as perfect as she had imagined. Although every detail had been considered by countless people, when it came to the final moment, there would still be unexpected situations.
But at this moment, it was not up to her to change anything.
The arrow was on the bow, and it had to be released.
"Looks like this is the last trump card you have prepared." The 'Roman looked at Fredrich with interest. "Blood of Gaia, so that's what you think."
Her voice echoed hollowly in this shattered world.
Gwendolyn did not intend to give the Dusk Dragon too much time. "It's good that you can recognize it," she replied expressionlessly. "Didn't you want to steal the secrets of the divine folk? Dusk Dragon, let us give you this great gift. Once you've absorbed and purified the bloodline, go and take the body of a true god."
"But maybe you will really become a god." Gwendolyn looked down at the 'Roman', her voice full of sarcasm. "A god of Order."
She raised her scepter high.
Two silver and two golden lines, under Gwendolyn's guidance, hit Fredrich from the left and right. The evil god probably never dreamed that it would be attacked by its former 'ally' or 'lowly servant'. It widened its octopus-like eyes and roared angrily in the air.
While it was just an evil god, its power was not inferior to the insignificant demigods of that era, because it was one of the greatest masterpieces of the Truth Symposium.
In that chaotic and distorted era, it was the closest thing to a god created by the survivors of Babel Fortress.
But unfortunately, it was still not a god.
No matter how it struggled, it could not break free from the line of law that was connected to the emerald scepter in Gwendolyn's hand.
It was not that it had not experienced that feeling before.
When it was first created, the blood flowing in its body had buried such reverence deep in its memory. That was the divine blood of Gaia, and no matter how powerful it was, it was just a lowly descendant of the latter.
It was a fear that was engraved in its bones, and it could not resist.
And the scepter in Gwendolyn's hand seemed to be an authority left behind by Gaia herself. She held the scepter, surrounded by the law, as if that great will had come in person.
That was Verdant, and those who held it were the ancient kings, the chosen ones. It was both a scepter and a sword, the supreme authority that gave birth to nature and life.
The poor evil god Fredrich probably never dreamed that while Gaia had left this world long ago, the authority that bound it still remained in this world.
And from the moment the surviving divine people of Ebabel Fortress created it, this Sword of Damocles was hung high above its head.
And all Gwendolyn had to do was to put down the blade.
This was not her plan alone, and she just happened to be the one to carry it out in this era. To be precise, countless people had sacrificed their lives for it, and today, this plan had reached its end, becoming a sacred and crazy cause.
Without a doubt, Gwendolyn did not dislike madness, and she intended to carry it out to the end.
The law left behind by the four elven kings, the twisted and evil divine bloodline created by the divine people, and the authority called Verdant in her hand — reality proved that even in the end, Martha had left hope for her people.
This was the hope of Mother and the divine people.
So what she did must be the right thing.
The world had been destroyed many times, but not by the hands of Dusk, but by Martha and the divine people working together to restore order to the world. Every time a disaster came, countless lives would be destroyed. So what if the elemental barrier collapsed? Everything was for the final result.
"You damned bitch!" When the evil god Fredrich saw the merchant lady bound in the center of this world by layers of law runes, it understood its possible fate.
Its roar was like a tidal wave, raging in Gwendolyn's spiritual world.
But the latter's face was only slightly pale, and her expression was still unmoved.
She leveled her right hand and pressed the scepter down.
The evil god Fredrich felt as if it was being pressed down by a pair of invisible hands towards the black light cocoon in the center of this world. It struggled in horror, but Gaia's aura suppressed it to the point that it could not move.
At that moment, the evil god suddenly felt a little sad that perhaps it should not have woken up. As a dead 'god' sleeping in the void, although it might eventually turn into dust under the law of Tiamat, it was better than being heavily injured by Eroma again and then being completely devoured by the bloodline of a slumbering ancestor.
After the fusion of bloodlines, a new God might be born, but that definitely had nothing to do with it. It was a death that was even more terrifying than a deep sleep. Although the Evil God Fredrich was arrogant, it did not think that it could compete with a pure-blooded ancestor.
And when it got closer to the Roman, it could not help but scream in horror, "The will of Dusk!"
At that moment, it understood its fate.
"No," it screamed, "You can't do that!"
… …
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
