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Chapter 1204

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This scene was clearer than the two historical experiences he had experienced.

But he suddenly could not remember the name of the Necromancer who commanded the attack on Bucce. His memory became so blurry, as if every bit of information about Sophie was fusing into a deeper thought.

This was simply unimaginable to him in the past.

Because Erouine's shame and regret were deeply engraved in the hearts of every Erouine player.

But at this moment.

His heart was a little calm.

In his eyes, what he saw was not the sea of bones in Madara, but a pile of rotten bones that could be turned into ashes with a wave of his hand.

They were just ants.

Let's just let them fade away with history.

He waved his hand gently, and the undead in the mountains and plains were turned into dust. He dominated everything in his dream. Not only these chickens and dogs, but even the dream was shattered.

The mountains and the wind, the stars and the moon, the hills and the pine forest, they all disappeared one by one.

Then he vaguely heard the sound of something shattering, like a crystal cup falling on the ground. At that time, the dream had already turned into nothingness.

Brando blinked and moved his eyelids with difficulty. His body seemed to have become extremely unfamiliar. He understood that it was because his muscles were a little stiff from the long period of sleep, but he suddenly recalled that he actually understood what had happened to him while he was asleep.

At the moment when he woke up, his heart seemed to have naturally produced this kind of understanding.

Seventy-four hours, fourteen minutes and twenty-one seconds.

After hibernating for three days, his body showed signs of self-perfection. This was the most important step of a perfect body.

Brando's mind flashed with this thought, and he was shocked. In the past, the players had to rely on the War Slate to simulate this step, but he had already achieved it at the peak of the Supreme Realm.

He did not know if this was because of his experience in the game, but his body's memory would not be wrong. He had hibernated for three days, this was an indisputable fact.

He was thinking about this problem, and then he heard a sharp cry and the sound of blades clashing.

Battle?

Danger?

Almost naturally, Brando raised his right hand. Just a moment ago, he was still struggling to control his stiff body, but when danger arrived, as if it was an instinctive reaction, the familiar power had already surged out of his body.

Part of that power belonged to him.

The power of the Frost Earth Guard.

[Grip of Frost Soil]

When Brando opened his eyes, a few crystal clusters entered his vision. He looked at them and gently clenched his hand.

The strange monsters that the guards thought to be incomparably powerful suddenly froze in midair, as helpless as insects. As Brando familiarized himself with his body, he slowly turned his head to look at them. These crystal bodies could no longer withstand the power in his hands and began to crack and shatter. The crystals on their bodies fell off in large chunks and fell to the ground.

Brando flipped over and jumped off the carriage. He gently tossed the thing in his hand, and the strange monsters that could not be any more dead were thrown to the side by him like garbage.

He swept his hand forward again, and a cold light swept forward. The strange monsters that were surging towards him were all cut in half. More than seven strange monsters were cut in half at the waist and rolled on the ground.

Then he raised his head and swept his gaze across the entire battlefield, causing the entire battlefield to become solemn.

This was the power of the Flaming Blade Oderfeiss.

The hundreds of strange monsters on the periphery looked at Brando who was surrounded by them with flickering eyes. They were originally a little afraid. But the moment Brando displayed the power of the Holy Sword, the red light in their eyes suddenly became brighter. They screamed as they rushed towards Brando as if they had gone mad.

The scene stunned Na Xin and all the Scavengers. Although they had not recovered from the shock of Brando's attack, the scene in front of them was obviously more exciting.

They saw with their own eyes that a powerful swordsman like Mister Liu, who was in the Celestial Realm, could only protect himself when he was surrounded by strange monsters. They did not know how this young man was able to enjoy such treatment from these strange monsters.

However, they could not help but curse in their hearts. What kind of madness did these damn monsters have? Why did they suddenly seem to go crazy?

"Mister, be careful!" Brando heard a young girl's childish voice reminding him behind his back.

He was not unfamiliar with this voice. Before he woke up, he had heard this voice more than once. The owner of this voice sounded very young, but she was very mature and steady. She did not have the childishness of an ordinary little girl at this age. Moreover, the way she organized her words was a little strange. It was very different from Wohnde's habits.

It made him feel very close to her, although he did not know where this feeling of closeness came from.

However, Brando did not turn around at this time.

He knew why these strange monsters suddenly went crazy. They should have sensed the aura of Oderfeiss and Halan Gaia in his body.

Brando looked coldly at the strange monsters that were swarming towards him in the darkness.

In the eyes of others, he was scared silly. Na Xin felt that if she were in the young man's position, she would not only be scared silly, but she might have wet her pants. In other words, Brando was at least considered to be more courageous in her opinion.

However, among all the people present, only Mister Liu remained motionless. He looked at Brando with a complicated expression. The attack from Brando had only engraved a sentence in his mind.

The Ultimate Person, the Heavenly Realm.

"Bastard of the Twilight."

Brando only squeezed out this sentence from between his teeth. Looking at these strange monsters, new hatred and old hatred surged in his heart at the same time. If it was said that he was not likely to find trouble with the Twilight Dragon at this time, but these descendants of Chaos were nothing in his eyes.

A faint light appeared in his hand, and the slender and beautiful Shallow Sea Sword Cinna appeared in his right hand. A golden-red light flashed in his left hand, and Oderfeiss' long and sharp Blazing Blade appeared in everyone's vision.

The Scavengers did not see how the two swords appeared in Brendel's hands, but he was already holding them and speaking softly, "You're right.

"Cold Wind —"

To the residents of Rosaleen, it was really difficult to understand what a storm of ice and snow was. There was almost no winter south of the strait, and the Swift Plains was a world that was like spring all year round.

The legends and songs that came from the north of the Cang Mountains about the biting cold wind between the mountains could not describe a real and harsh nature to the locals who had never seen frost and snow.

But at this moment, they began to understand why the mountain people in the north were so eager to invade the warm land in the south.

A piece of sword-like ice shards appeared behind Brando.

He stood there, and the silver Lines of Rule naturally formed the Winter Throne behind him. In the eyes of the Rosaleen people, it was the symbol of the unity of man and nature.

The sun, moon, stars, wind, frost, rain, and dew, everything in nature was the Heavenly Way.

Brando waved his hand, and a biting cold wind was formed out of thin air. The ice shards turned into streaks of cold light that whizzed past everyone.

Cinna couldn't react at all. When she turned around and shuddered in the sudden drop in temperature of more than ten degrees, she widened her eyes and saw that the ice shards were like sharp swords that plowed the ground wherever they passed. They directly swept past dozens of monsters.

The powerful monsters on the black road were as fragile as delicate glass under the cold light, shattering into countless crystal shards in an instant.

At this moment, the relationship between the slayer and the slain had been reversed. The monsters without much intelligence screamed and charged at Brando. Only about a third of the lucky ones could charge through the intertwining light of death, howling as they pounced at Brando in the center of the camp.

But Brando didn't even look at them.

He didn't even raise his head.

He only turned the tip of Frost Chant Cinna in his hand and stabbed it into the ground below.

With a loud crash, countless sharp icicles burst out of the ground like a blooming rose, with Brando's sword as the center.

Almost every sharp icicle was aimed at one of the monsters, and their fates were predictable. Even if they could dodge in midair, the speed at which the icicles burst out of the ground was enough for them to react in time.

It was like streaks of white light piercing through the ground.

Then, everyone could only see countless broken crystal bodies being thrown high into the air or impaled on the icicles. There was no exception. A moment later, cracks appeared on the icicles, and they collapsed with a loud crash, turning into ice shards that melted into a puddle of snow in a few minutes.

After the cold wind passed, only a few dozen crisscrossing trenches several meters wide were left on the ground.

Brando silently sheathed his sword.

He wore a worn-out windbreaker with a dirty shirt and waistcoat inside. He also wore wrinkled breeches and was missing one of his riding boots. He was barefoot and looked like a beggar in rags as he stepped on the ground.

But at this moment, in the silent camp, everyone's gaze fell on him strangely. For a moment, no one could say a word.

Only the howling of the wind could be heard in the wilderness.

He raised his head and glanced at these people. When his gaze fell on Mr. Liu, he was slightly stunned.

"Nine Phoenix?"



(PS: The main reason for writing Nine Phoenix was to pass through Madara. Because it was mentioned before, I wrote it along the way, so this plot might not be too long. Also, gentlemen, please let Phoenix Huo go. She's just a child! Also, recently, I've been researching mobile games with my friends and helping with game planning. I've been a little busy, so I update later every day.)

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