"The gods won't really die. They just lose their power and sleep in the deep space. Legend has it that the Twilight Dragon planted a seed in the World of Order in the previous era. The gods beat him at his own game and wanted to use that cage to seal him. That seed should have been destroyed, but it is said that he didn't die. He has been sleeping in this world. If the Twilight Dragon finds him … If the Twilight Dragon finds him …"
"What will happen?" Brando's heart skipped a beat. This sentence caught his attention, and he asked subconsciously.
"The Twilight Dragon will discover the true secret of our world. At that moment, death and despair will dominate everything. We will have no way to escape. Everything, including the fate of Martha and the Divine People, will be covered by its spread wings —"
"The secret of our world?" Brando frowned. Why is it this again? He asked, "The secret of our world, what is it?"
"I don't know, I don't know, my lord. That is just a legend, but that legend is true. You see, it has been realized …"
Brando suddenly realized that the girl's situation was a little strange. He glanced back and found that Andrea's eyes were pitch black, as if her pupils and the whites of her eyes had been swallowed by something. He was shocked and quickly turned around to grab her shoulders and shook her hard.
"Wake up!"
Andrea was suddenly stunned. The darkness in her eyes quickly faded away. She looked at Brando in a daze. Suddenly, her legs went soft, and she knelt down subconsciously.
Brando hurriedly supported her and shouted, "What's wrong, Miss Andrea?"
"I … I'm fine …" Andrea's face was pale. She finally came back to her senses. She grabbed Brando's strong and strong arm and steadied herself. "I'm sorry, my lord. My mind has been taken away by the darkness."
"Don't lose hope. Things are far from that stage."
"I understand."
Only then did Brando let go of her hand. He turned around and slowly made a motion of drawing a sword. A beam of golden flames flowed from his palm and formed a longsword covered in cracks.
Holy Sword Oderfeiss, the most resistant holy sword among the seven holy swords. At the same time, the Path of Golden Flames had the meaning of purification and purity. It was most suitable to deal with the evil and distortion in the Divine Nightmare. However, the evil god's son was of the same origin as it, so it was naturally restrained by the holy sword.
The other holy sword that was more suitable to deal with the evil god's son was the Holy Sword of Light, Mysore. The reason was self-evident, but Brando did not have the latter at the moment.
From the conversation between the three of them to Brando drawing the sword, only an instant had passed. Those distorted monsters had already walked close, and the screams in their mouths suddenly turned into terrifying screams. They then pounced over with bared fangs and claws.
Before the claws of those shadows reached him, Brando could already feel a withering aura. That was the law and order that the Goddess of the Dead Moon, Kleis, was in charge of. Unlike the Kingdom of the Dead that Hila was in charge of, Kleis protected the dead. She was the goddess of the undead, walking on the earth with suffering and despair, not the death of all things.
Therefore, instead of saying that she was the goddess of the dead, it was better to say that she was the master of the gate to the Kingdom of Eternity. However, her eternity was not really a stagnation of time but an eternal rest.
However, the law aura of Kleis on the evil god's son was even more chaotic and desperate. It was as if after devouring all things, the world was only left with an empty eternity. Such power swept across Brando's law line, and he could not help but shiver.
At that moment, he seemed to have seen the world after the end with his own eyes. After Wohnde died, all things fell silent, and only a gray dust was left between heaven and earth. There was neither space nor time. The corpses of the gods floated in this sea of ashes, and all life was completely silent. Only gray snowflakes fell from the sky, and purple lightning flashed above the clouds.
However, that was the violent magic power of the sea of chaos.
Brando's heart throbbed. He suddenly understood how the Silver Queen felt back then. Instead of living in such a world, it was better to let this world go crazy at the last moment.
If one did not explode in silence, one would perish in silence.
However, at the last moment, he came to his senses. Fortunately, it was not the Goddess of the Dead Moon, Kleis, who was affecting him, but her weak descendant. Brando broke out in a cold sweat and shouted, "Get out of my way!"
The illusion in front of him disappeared, and only the evil god's son was left, waving its claws at him. In fact, this thing was not very strong. Its strength was only at the peak of the Elemental Enlightenment. However, Brando could see that these distorted things had not reached the point of full maturity. They seemed to have just escaped from a crack in the void and were not familiar with this world with poor magic power. Once they grew up, the consequences would be unimaginable.
These things could not be mentioned in the same breath as the trash of Rushta.
Without thinking, he thrust his sword forward and pierced the shadow's heart. The monster was like a real person. It held its heart with both hands and let out a shrill scream. Its body fell backward, and when it fell to the ground, it seemed to turn into a thin sheet of paper. In an instant, the ice and snow melted away.
Brando saw this strange scene and could not help but feel a chill. The evil god's son was terrifying because they were born from the distorted laws of this world. Therefore, they were completely different from the creatures of the Wohnde world. In other words, in The Amber Sword, they were born with the bad taste of the art designers. They were as disgusting as they could be.
Thinking of this, the curses in his heart for those damned art designers took over, and he no longer felt so uncomfortable. Looking back, Archbishop Philip had already killed one of his opponents. The third to end the battle was Andrea. Although her previous performance was a bit abnormal, she was still a young girl from a fighting race, so dealing with the Dusk race was a piece of cake.
Only Fang Qi and Mr. Liu encountered a little trouble. Brando helped them deal with their opponents one by one, leaving only Phoenix Fire. Mr. Liu saw this and wanted to help, but Brando stopped him and shook his head at him.
Mr. Liu understood. He looked at the princess of the Jade Phoenix race with some worry, but in the end, he did not help.
Brando was not very worried. The descendants of Kleis and Phoenix Fire were similar in strength, but the nature of their power was very special. It was difficult for ordinary people to deal with them. Such opponents were not easy to find, and they were suitable for Phoenix Fire.
Especially when these monsters were not mature yet, their threat was correspondingly reduced. After a while, Phoenix Fire would be no match for them.
Soon, only the Son of Diablo was left in the courtyard. Brando asked everyone to step back and leave enough space for Phoenix Fire to fight. Then, he turned around, holding the holy sword, and asked Archbishop Phillip, who was beside him, word by word, "What's going on?
"What is going on right now? Lord Officiator, is the Evil God about to descend upon this city?"
Unlike before, Brando's voice now contained unspeakable anger. If there was no reasonable explanation, he would not mind killing the Archbishop of the Waning Moon Temple before dealing with Kleis.
He knew very well that if the Goddess of the Waning Moon descended in this city, everyone here would be doomed. He might be fine, but Metisha, Hipamira, and Lady White Fog would not be spared, let alone Phoenix Fire and Mr. Liu.
Thinking of this, he could not help but deeply believe that this was another conspiracy of Queen Madara.
But Archbishop Phillip did not turn his head and replied calmly, "It's not that bad, Count. The scene you saw earlier was us trying to find a way to seal the Goddess, but there's not much time. Her Majesty the Queen will explain all this to you."
"You can seal your goddess, the clone of the legendary Martha?" Brando asked sarcastically.
"Kleis is not the clone of Lady Martha. That's just a rumor. Count, the undead believe in Martha only because we are the same as you, the people of Order."
"We are not the same as you cold-blooded and heartless guys," Brando replied, "Did you plan all this from the beginning?"
"Plan? What good does this do for us? "
"You mean to make me believe that all this happened by chance?"
"That's not entirely true."
In the smoke, a somewhat hoarse voice suddenly replied.
Brando frowned and looked up. He saw a woman's figure coming out of the smoke. He recognized at a glance that it was Queen Madara, but the latter was alone and seemed to be injured. She pressed her chest with one hand and supported herself against the wall with the other. She limped to the front of everyone.
When she completely revealed herself from the smoke, Brando could not help but be stunned.
Queen Madara was originally wearing a long black dress, but this dress was now in tatters. There was a long opening on one side, like a cheongsam, revealing her snow-white thighs. But Brando was not in the mood to appreciate this scene, because Her Majesty the Queen's face was now covered in blood. Her face was hideous, and one of her eyes was closed. Blood kept flowing down her neck, chest, and arms, causing the soaked dress to cling tightly to her body.
Brando could not help but raise his eyebrows.
"What's going on?"
"I had a fight with Goddess Kleis." Her Majesty the Queen said in a hoarse voice, but she did not hide her words.
"You had a fight with the goddess?" Brando asked in disbelief.
"Only one blow."
"Not even one blow. With all due respect, even I am not sure if I can take a blow from a god. Your Majesty, are you joking with me?"
"No, this joke is not funny at all." Her Majesty the Queen replied coldly, "Kleis wanted to descend, but I blocked her with a sacrificial spell."
"Sacrificial spell."
Brendel sucked in a breath of cold air. He suddenly remembered the believers and high-ranking priests in the Undead Moon Temple. He stared at the two of them with his mouth agape, and finally understood the coldness and ruthlessness of the undead.
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