"No, it can't be wrong. This plan, our plan, it must be perfect!" Like an empty shell that had lost its mind and soul, Gwendolyn's eyes were filled with extreme fear. She clenched her teeth and used the last of her courage and strength to fight for control of 'Verdant'.
It was as if it was the only thing she could do, but it looked more like the final struggle of a drowning person.
Sweat gathered on her cheeks and slender chin like a stream. Even as she allowed her hands to shoot out Lines of Law and apply them to the scepter in the air, her skin was so pale that it lost its color. The thin layer of crystalline skin beneath the pale blue veins were clearly visible, and soon began to tremble.
Even so, the emerald scepter that resembled a dream still flew resolutely into the hands of the 'Roman'. The merchant lady smiled within the black cocoon of light as she raised her right hand, allowing Verdant to land on her fair palm. Then, she closed her fingers and grasped it.
In that moment, Gwendolyn felt her vision darken. It was as if she had been struck by a fourteen-circle 'Return to Dust' spell from a great wizard who had stepped into the realm of saints. Her entire body and soul trembled, as if her soul would scatter at any moment.
It's all over.
The dragon queen's heart seemed to have fallen into a dark, bottomless abyss. Despair shrouded her mind as if she could no longer see anything, leaving only boundless regret.
"Gwendolyn!" But a voice cut through her heart that had fallen into darkness like a bolt of lightning.
It was a voice filled with rage. Rather than a reprimand, it was more of a roar. "There's still a chance right now, and you're going to give it up? Tree Herders? And here I thought you lot were powerful. To think that you're just trash? Or are you planning to throw this mess to someone else? "
The roar contained satisfaction and disappointment. Gwendolyn was not unfamiliar with that voice, but Brando's disdain had deeply pierced her pride.
"No, what do you know!" As if she had found a target to vent her anger, Gwendolyn roared inwardly as well. "I'm not giving up, it's just that it's useless. We've all been deceived, and I'm a complete failure! Yes, I've harmed everyone! "
"Don't blame everyone for your weakness. If I were you, I would die in the middle of the charge. Only cowards kneel and beg for mercy! Moreover, it's meaningless, because no one would pity you … "Brando did his best to fly in that direction, but in his eyes, the 'Roman' in the black cocoon of light did not move at all, and yet the distance between her, Gwendolyn, and himself was increasing.
It was as if a folded space had been flattened out, a fragmented world expanding several times in an instant. A gray web-like structure extended beneath Dusk, the distance between the grids increasing, and in the blink of an eye, Gwendolyn, who had been right in front of her, was now a world away from her.
Although Brando did not know what the Dusk's Will was doing, it could not be anything good. When he saw Gwendolyn's dazed look, he knew that things were just as he had expected. The Tree Herders had indeed been tricked by the Dusk Dragon.
What a joke, how could a big boss like the Dusk Dragon fall for schemes and tricks? In the face of absolute power, any tricks were meaningless. The funny thing was that the Tree Herders did not even understand this principle, and had been deceiving themselves for thousands of years.
Of course, perhaps the sages of the Tree Herders had other plans, but in this era, their successors had obviously gone astray. When the Calamity of Wolves descended in The Amber Sword, the Bugas, Silver Elves, and Dragons had also come up with countless ways to deal with Échis and her daughters, and what was the result?
They still had to rely on the earth-shattering final battle, sacrificing NPCs, and finally barely obtaining victory under the almost suicidal attacks of the players.
In the face of such a level of power, the plan may be effective, but at the last moment, they still needed absolute power to end the problem.
That was why he was not optimistic about the Tree Herders' farce from the beginning.
Probably only people like Andesha, who had been brainwashed by faith and doctrine, would firmly believe in their success.
But what angered him the most was that the Dragon Queen and Andesha had hurt countless innocent people because of this farce. The Silver Queen's death, Cruz's war, and even Erouine's heroic spirit in the Battle of Ampere Seale, and the tragedies of many families who had lost their loved ones, they were all blamed on these people.
At the end of the day.
They were actually planning to give up?
Waiting for death had never been Brando's character, otherwise he would have left The Amber Sword with his senior, instead of going from Erouine to Saint-ausol, then from Saint-ausol to Fanzin, joining the Gretius Knight Order and constantly tangling with the skeletons of Madara.
His creed had never been to bend the knee and surrender. Even if he died, he would leave a deep scar on the enemy's body.
"People of the Empire, you can kill me, but you can't conquer me —"
These were the last words left by Hirst, the rebel of Anzeruta, the proudest hero of the Highlanders, and also one of Brando's mottos in the game.
Therefore, Gwendolyn's weak behavior at the last moment deeply angered him. If they had persisted to the end, he might have looked at the High Tree Herders, but their behavior at this moment was undoubtedly blasphemous to all those who had once believed in them.
Including the wronged souls who had died by their hands.
Brando's words finally had some effect, and Gwendolyn's eyes regained their vigor. In fact, she was not weak, but she could not bear everything that the Tree Herders had spent tens of thousands of years preparing, only to be proven to be a laughable joke in the end.
But she herself was not afraid of death.
Yes, he was right. She was not someone who would let others laugh at her. Even if her opponent was the Twilight Dragon, it did not make a difference. She was the Dragon Queen Gwendolyn, and this name meant pride.
Gwendolyn raised her head and let out a roar, and a pair of dark wings grew out from behind her. She gently flapped the wings, and then her body began to grow, her neck became longer and longer, her five fingers grew long claws, horns grew on her forehead, and she was covered with thick black scales. A tail also grew out from behind her.
In the blink of an eye, she had become a huge black dragon.
She was not a young female dragon like Aloz. She had a long lifespan, rich knowledge and experience, and had inherited the bloodline of the ancient dragons. Many years ago, Gwendolyn had the qualifications to be called an ancient dragon.
She raised her head, reaching up to the sky and down to the ground. Just her tail alone was hundreds of meters long, and a pair of wings covered the sky. Compared to when Brando saw her original form in Wohnde, she was many times bigger.
Brando knew that this was because this was a world of elements and spirits, and the bloodline and spiritual power of the dragons were the strongest in this world.
But the 'Roman' did not even look at her.
"Brando, are you going to attack me too?"
Brando, who was trying his best to fly between the Roman and Gwendolyn, seemed to have been stabbed in the chest. His face turned pale, and the anger in his chest disappeared without a trace. "Roman …?"
"That's me, Brando. It's a pity that I can't travel the world with you and become the biggest merchant."
"Mr. Brando, what's wrong with you?" Lute could not help but ask when he saw Brando's terrible face, and the knuckles on his hands that were holding the two holy swords were cracking, and his knuckles were as white as exposed bones.
But Brando did not seem to hear him.
"You're not a Roman."
"You can say that, but I can still feel the feelings for you in my heart. Unfortunately, the will of Dusk prevented me from having these feelings. I will let you have a decent ending, and you will live in my memory forever."
"Give — me — back — my — Roman!" Brando looked in that direction, his eyes almost spitting fire as he gritted his teeth and spoke word by word.
The 'merchant' was silent for a moment before she spoke again. "I'm sorry, Brando. I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Gwendolyn!" Brando roared. "Cooperate with me!"
Gwendolyn was now fully awake. The Tree Herders' Dragon Queen did not care about Brando's order, but her rationality told her what to do at this moment.
She let out a low roar, flapped her wings, and flew towards the 'Roman' like a ray of black light.
The 'merchant' sneered.
The world was now completely different in the eyes of Dusk. What was laughable was that these self-proclaimed inheritors of this civilization did not understand this. These lowly creatures were forever struggling in their short-sightedness. Perhaps this was the tragedy of mortals.
They were not even comparable to Marsha. Although the latter was a product created by the divine people, in her eyes, it was superior to the civilization of the Matatanians. If it was not for the fact that she had to protect these ignorant people, perhaps the war would have dragged on for a long time.
What was laughable was that it was these people she protected who personally delivered their lives into her hands.
"That's why Order is short-lived."
She sneered.
The space around them began to change.
Gwendolyn, who was flying towards the 'Roman' at full speed, suddenly saw many unfamiliar scenes. There were many strange things in this fragmented elemental world.
It was a silver network that floated in a pitch-black space. Below the network was a blue continent.
… …
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