In fact, he didn't want to participate in the battle between Yufeng and Ghost Chariot, but the strange creatures in the Rosaleen Wilderness were eyeing his life. Those people seemed to have realized this as well. If he didn't agree, wouldn't the Rosaleen Family have to wait for death on the other side of the Taiga Strait?
Back at the Swift Plains.
That was the hard work of the Rosaleen Family for many years.
The fat on his face couldn't help but tremble. He knew that he wasn't someone who could achieve great things, and he wasn't even as wise as his father. Sometimes, it was like holding a knife to a person's neck, and he had no choice but to make such a choice.
Forget it, I'll take one step at a time.
After the helpless anger in his heart, the Rosaleen Overlord was a little disheartened. He raised his head and saw a familiar face.
Eh?
Isn't this the young man just now?
He was stunned for a moment, then screamed as if he had seen a ghost. He was so frightened that he fell from the horse's back and fainted on the spot.
The Overlord's Knight instantly became agitated. They hurriedly yelled and pulled this ridiculously fat guy up from the ground.
Brando stood in front of these people and looked at this chaotic scene speechlessly. He thought to himself, Am I that scary?
He shook his head and turned around.
Boban, who was holding his bloody right arm, stood beside him and looked at him helplessly. His Overlord was, after all, an ordinary person. After all, the Rosaleen Family had been content with their territory for such a long time. It was understandable that he hadn't seen a person of this level.
"Mr. Boban." Brando ignored the noisy Knight and asked calmly, "Is what you said true?"
The guard captain revealed a bitter smile. "Young Master, you probably don't understand the prestige Lord Darius had in the allied forces in that era. You said that you had once caused a commotion in the Empire. In fact, if you had taken the official route, there would definitely be many people in the Empire who would be willing to help you behind your back."
"Lord Deputy Marshal, don't call me that. It makes me uncomfortable."
The middle-aged man smiled. "I'm no longer the Deputy Marshal of the Allied Forces. Besides, I'm not from the Empire. After I gave the title of Grand Duke to my eldest son, I no longer have anything to do with the Empire and the Holy Cathedral of Fire. I'm just a follower of Lord Darius. As his successor, you deserve to be addressed as such."
"… Moreover, your strength is worthy of my recognition."
Brando smiled bitterly. He never dreamed that this man would have such an identity.
If the other party had not called out his identity at the last moment, he would have killed him with his sword. What he did not expect was that he would be able to fight against the Deputy Marshal of the Holy Cathedral of Fire's allied forces in Rosaleen, which was tens of thousands of miles away from Wohnde.
In the Holy War half a century ago, the allied forces of the Holy Cathedral of Fire only had one commander, and that was Darius, his grandfather. Other than him, the person with the highest status in the allied forces should be the Silver Princess Constance, who was Darius's right-hand woman.
However, the allied forces were made up of dozens of large and small duchies and kingdoms, including the connections between the different armies. Of course, it was impossible for these two people to support the entire command system.
For the armies of this era, the Holy Cathedral of Fire also used a relatively backward system to ensure that there were no problems with the overall command and communication between the troops. That was to select a member of the royal family or a member of the most powerful family in a kingdom or dukedom who was outstanding in strength and prestige to serve as the secondary commander of these troops.
Although this command system was backward and inefficient, it was surprisingly effective in ensuring communication between the armies. After all, under the rule of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, most of the nobles in the kingdoms had a harmonious relationship with each other, and most of them had private dealings with each other.
Coupled with their own prestige in their own countries, they were able to suppress the voices and dissatisfaction of the armies sent out by their own countries.
In this way, even though the command system was chaotic and complicated, Saint-ausol and Fanzin were not much better in comparison. In a situation where everyone's movements were slow, they could just sit down and fight their own battles. After all, the nobles did not care how many people died.
However, among these nominal commanders, not all of them were just nominal commanders. In fact, in the vast land under the rule of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, there had always been geniuses and strong people, regardless of the era. Outside of the Cruz Empire, there were also people who shone like new stars. His grandfather, Darius, was not an exception. Even within the Erouine Empire, there was also Tulman, an anomaly.
The Kingdom of Erouine had never been special in Wohnde. Although it was the most dazzling jewel on the crown of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, under the rule of the Cruz Empire, there were also many duchies and kingdoms of various sizes.
These duchies and kingdoms were all outstanding people, including the members of the royal family and the Grand Duke, and a total of more than ten Deputy Marshals were chosen.
And Boban was one of them.
In fact, Brando was not unfamiliar with his original identity and name.
Boban was actually the grandfather of the Nun Princess Magadal, the father of the current Grand Duke of the Antoburo Duchy, the previous Grand Duke, and one of the most famous Deputy Marshals of the Holy Cathedral of Fire.
White Wolf Blademaster Blademaster Blademaster Blademaster Blademaster, the third strongest person in the Cruz Alliance.
After hearing the other party's identity, Brendel couldn't help but break out in cold sweat. Fortunately, the other party left Vaunte disheartened because his grandfather was convicted for no reason. Coupled with the fact that his strength had decreased due to his injuries in the Holy War, if the other party was still at his peak.
If he was still at his peak, Brendel might not be able to win against him.
His current strength was much higher than the peak of the Supreme Realm, but on the basis of his understanding of the Law of the Sage Domain, if it was just based on swordsmanship, Blademaster's Flash Strike Sword Art might have really made him suffer.
Obviously, this old Sword Saint also saw this point. First, he used the Mirror of Still Water to deceive Brendel into subconsciously withdrawing his Law, and then used the Flash Strike Sword Art to force Brendel to only use his swordsmanship.
If not for his strong foundation and the fact that Blademaster's strength was not at his peak, the outcome of the battle would have been hard to predict.
Fortunately, everything had been decided.
Thinking of this, Brando suddenly vaguely felt something. He followed the gaze that fell on his face and saw the little girl named Huang Huo staring at him.
Her black eyes were full of admiration.
He was slightly stunned, as if he saw the battle between him and Blademaster from her eyes.
It was a shocking battle between two swordsmanships-
Perhaps it was a scene that could only be seen a thousand years ago, but at this moment, it was repeated in this land so far away from Wohnde.
When Boban's Flash Strike Sword Art was unsheathed.
There was only a moment left for him to react.
His choice was to retreat.
But it was not just retreat-
He took a step back, but left a phantom in place. The phantom's face was blurry, but its figure was exactly the same as him.
Its five fingers were slightly open, and a long sword with golden flames flowing like a blazing flame appeared in its hand. It pulled the sword and drew a circle in the air.
With a clang, it collided with Boban's sword.
This was the second sword.
Brando seemed to be unable to resist and began to retreat.
When Huang Huo saw this scene, she could not help but blurt out, but she immediately blushed and covered her mouth, realizing that she had lost her composure. The rigid education of the Nine Phoenix Royal Family made Huang Huo ashamed of her rudeness. This was not how a descendant of the Jade Phoenix should behave.
It was just that ….. it was just that this sword was too wonderful.
She was not talking about Brando's sword, but Boban's sword.
Boban's Flash Strike Sword Art was like a raging wave, as if he had found a way to break through Brando's retreat. His sword was flat and vertical, simple and direct, but he did not give his opponent any chance to breathe.
That was the fire of vengeance that burned out, unreasonably wild.
But Huang Huo frowned at Brando's sword. She could not reach the peak of swordsmanship, but this did not mean that her understanding of swordsmanship was low. On the contrary, her knowledge and talent had long made her understand this battle better than most people present.
Even Incirsta and Tarkus were present.
To be honest, Huang Huo was a little disappointed with Brando's swordsmanship. Although it was average and barely blocked Boban's amazing swordsmanship, but that was it. If she continued to think like this, she could see that Brando would definitely not win.
She clenched the sword in her hand, silently preparing to attack. Although such a battle was not something she could intervene in, the path of the Jade Phoenix did not abandon her allies and run away.
But it was at this moment.
A dazzling, verdant brilliance came into her eyes.
It was Brando's second sword.
This sword move had conquered everyone present.
On the azure sword, the azure sea, the azure sky, the dream of Fiya and Malourcha, and Miss Tata's lifelong wish were reflected.
The azure sky was like a dream, the sea and the sky were a line.
The phantom holding the Frost Chant Cinna and the phantom holding the Flaming Blade, one on the left and one on the right, attacked Boban. The two sacred swords of completely opposite attributes intertwined with fire and ice, one blue and one red, like two jumping parallel lines.
They appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
The two swords intertwined, and it was as beautiful as an illusion.
Boban's expression changed.
Very few people knew that there was once a swordsmanship in this world that was on par with the Flash Strike Sword Art.
Its name, and its creator, had all disappeared from this world.
Saint-ausol, Nine Luminaries Sword Art.
And at this moment, Brando also smiled.
Because he found that he had found a way to use these seven sacred swords.
"Lord Wind Empress, thank you …"
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