Silver doors of light opened above Valhalla, and Magi stepped out one after another, standing in the air with staffs in their hands, their long robes fluttering in the cold northern wind.
"Tissadormara!" (In the name of the stars —)
A wizard raised his staff high, the gem on the tip of the staff shining brightly. A silver beam shot out from the gem and shot in another direction.
"Natazzvro!" (Lyra, one of the Twelve Witch Constellations)
The first wizard in the clockwise direction also raised his staff, aiming the gem at the silver beam. The beam passed through the gem and was immediately deflected in another direction.
One by one, the wizards raised their staffs. In the sky, the red-robed Secret Walker of Law, the blue-robed Tower Illusionist, and the gray-robed Gray Magician were all shining in different colors. Every time the silver beam passed through the staff of one of them, it would be refracted to another direction at an even faster speed, refracting again and again until it finally formed a circle that was constantly being divided.
A huge circle that surrounded Valhalla.
Hollis finally raised his staff, Griffin, and the silver beam passed through the dream-like ring of Azure Tears on the tip of the staff, drawing the final stroke of the huge circle.
He looked at the huge tree below with cold silver eyes, and slightly tilted the staff in his hand.
"Natador Shlari," (Crown of the Northern Winds)
"Fishionra Tatori," (Scepter of the Earth)
"Flame — Eaam — Oss — Vit 'ss," (Four Elements)
"Tissadorli Ary," (Guide of the stars)
A bright beam of light shot out from the Azure Tears, pointing directly at the center of the huge circle.
A huge silver rune appeared on the giant circle — Flame (flame). With it as the center, the silver halo suddenly expanded outwards, and countless mysterious runes naturally formed inside the ring — it was a magic circle. Then, seventeen magic circles connected to it formed one after another.
In the Tree Hall, the light spirits were already in a state of chaos.
"This is the end, he's too arrogant!" Monica stuck out her tongue and threw herself onto the control panel. She slammed almost all of the crystals into the grooves and screamed, "Valhalla!"
"Warning, detecting a powerful magic ripple. Estimated to be activating the third layer of shield. Target determined to be a flux magic, elemental attack of the thirteenth rank. Magic ripple detected as Meteor Strike." The girl's calm voice resounded within the Tree Hall.
"Quick, calculate how much energy is left."
"Remaining energy: 11.3%. Estimated to be able to withstand attacks of level 11 or below."
Lady Light Spirit slapped her forehead and said, "I'm going to die. Hurry up and inform the Overlord!"
The north wind howled.
The battlefield was silent.
Whether it was the people of Tónigel, the nobles of the southern border, the Knight, or the private soldiers, everyone stared at this scene in a daze. This kind of war had long exceeded their imagination.
A second rune appeared in the sky. It was written with light: Eaam. (Earth)
"My Lord …"
The Knight turned around.
Brando patted his young captain on the shoulder. He raised his head, and the silver network was reflected in his eyes. But what he saw was not the magic of the Sathard people, but the gray sky, the vast plains, and the wind that blew for thousands of miles.
He closed his eyes and breathed in and out softly.
What entered his lungs was the cold air, the breath of the biting north wind. It came from the distant Anzeruta Plateau, across the warm Shining Sea. The surface of the sea was sparkling, and under the sea, in the direction of the ocean currents, the Naga tribe was migrating south. It came here, bringing news of the north.
Brando saw all of this with his own eyes. His gaze seemed to penetrate the plains and mountains, through the sky and the earth. Everything in the Wohnde was in his eyes.
He breathed in and out.
The wind on the battlefield suddenly stopped.
The wind stilled, and the falling snow also quieted down. People looked around in shock. In the woods on both sides of the Wohnde, snowflakes fell quietly. The river water seemed to have lost its sound. Broken ice collided with each other on the surface of the water, and then was swallowed by the whirlpool. Every single needle drooped down silently.
"Crack —"
A crack appeared on the staff, and Hollis raised his head in shock.
He saw that the clouds in the gloomy sky were slowly flowing, and snowflakes were still falling. But at some point, the wind of all things had stopped.
At an altitude of thousands of meters, there was no wind flowing.
"This … is …"
Brando opened his eyes, and a nearly straight skyline was reflected in his dark brown eyes.
He slowly turned over and dismounted his horse. He removed the Holy Sword of Judgment from the saddle and slowly sheathed it. He raised the scabbard with a strap over his head and hung it behind his back.
The young White Lion Knight, the Tónigel people, the nobles of Erouine's Southern Border, the Knight, and the private soldiers, and the people far and near on the battlefield were all watching his actions.
Brando raised his head.
The entire world had changed in his eyes. It no longer had mountains and rivers, flowing wind and water, fire and earth, and all elements and substances.
The trees disappeared, the forests disappeared, the distant Grahar Mountains disappeared, and the entire Tónigel disappeared.
A world with countless silver lines intertwined and countless nodes connected together appeared in his eyes. This world no longer had any substantial power, but truth and law were everything in it.
The domain of the Sage.
Brando took a step forward.
The purple wave was silently approaching Valhalla. The walls of the fortress were already filled with Tree Elves and Centaurs. Rolint and little Montolo stood side by side, holding the swords that Brando had given them. They watched this scene nervously.
Not far from them, Haynf took a deep breath. His hand was tightly clasped with the swordswoman.
A third rune appeared in the sky.
The wind of all things, the most unrestrained element in the world.
"Crack —"
Another sound of a staff breaking could be heard.
Hollis turned around. This was like the source of a chain reaction. A series of cracking sounds could be heard, and he saw the staff breaking in the hands of his colleagues.
The Saasaldians watched this scene in shock. They were almost unable to react. Time seemed to slow down at that moment. In the slowly flowing sequence of time, there was a loud bang. The third huge rune in the sky above Valhalla broke and disappeared.
All the Wizards spat out a mouthful of blood.
They felt the wind element disappear at the same time.
It was being pushed out of this land by an indescribable force.
"Heavens, what's going on …?"
"Someone is depriving us of our power!"
"I can't feel the existence of the wind element …"
"This is the direct rejection of the power of a higher level to the power of a lower level. There's, there's a Sage nearby …"
The Wizards looked at the ashes of their staffs, their faces pale. They could not help but look around.
However, Hollis's heart tightened. "Be careful!" He turned around and roared. There was a flash of light on the ground. There was a scream, and a long and narrow sword light intersected with a Keeper of Justice of the Secret Realm.
That person's face showed a stunned expression. Then, his head slowly drooped down until it fell from his neck. The headless corpse fell limply to the ground and soon became a tiny black dot.
And in the place where he had been standing, a young man holding a sword appeared.
The young man stood with his back to everyone.
The Holy Sword was already in its scabbard on his back. The corners of his coat drooped motionlessly because there was no wind. And the hand holding the hilt had slender and powerful fingers. The knuckles were pale. It was quietly placed on the twisted and strange gauntlet of Annihilation.
"Sage … Sage …"
Hollis squeezed these two words out from between his teeth.
Brando shook his head and asked calmly,
"What is power, Saasaldian?"
"Shameless boasting." Seven different magic circles suddenly unfolded behind Hollis. "Imprisonment, Gravity Enhancement, Slow, Movement Prediction, Law Analysis, Mind Sensing, Forbidden Domain —"
Seven spells landed on Brando in succession.
It was a pity that Brendel only needed to wave his hand and all of these spells fell apart.
Hollis narrowed his eyes slightly, and a warning sign rose in his heart. He took a step back, but he could not move at all. The face of this most trusted assistant of Saasaldian Wizard instantly turned snow-white.
He immediately understood something …
They were just one step behind him. The other Wizards also began to cast their own spells. But before these people could complete their spells, they suddenly turned into balls of flames and fell from the clouds while screaming.
This tragic scene actually caused everyone to stop moving out of fear.
"This, this is …"
"Divine Power …"
"How is this possible? The Gods have long passed away!"
They suddenly stopped talking.
One by one, the Magi's faces turned pale.
Brando did not speak again.
He listened silently. There was no wind in the sky, but he seemed to hear a sound. It was a rumbling roar, echoing from the whole world, as if the world was pulsating.
Time after time, every beat was strong and powerful, like a forging hammer hitting his body, causing his blood to resonate, as if it was boiling, making the same rumbling sound.
Brando slowly turned around.
The Wizards could not help but hold their breaths because they first saw a pair of black eyes, but they gradually merged with the silver light, which seemed to be mixed with a wisp of golden brilliance.
The golden brilliance became more and more intense, and finally completely enveloped Brando's vision.
Hollis only felt his heart thumping, as if it would break free of the shackles of his chest and jump out of his chest at any time.
Thump, thump, thump. The whole battlefield was shrouded in that huge roar. It was the powerful beating of the heart, but it did not belong to Hollis. It belonged to a great will.
"Bloodline Reconstruction …"
"Fusion Law …"
"Perfect Body …"
Hollis felt that he must be going crazy. How could a mortal do this? How could a mortal break free from the shackles of the Law of Tiamat after the era of the Saints?
How could a mere mortal cross the boundary between Iron and Silver and step into the realm of Gold?
That was the most powerful existence below the Power of Existence.
He could not believe that he was able to witness the birth of a Demigod with his own eyes.
Ten thousand years after the gods left the world.
Such power had returned to this land once again.
What was going on?
Hollis watched as the young man turned around. With a light wave of his hand, the enormous silver formation above Valhalla shattered with a series of creaking noises.
It was as if it had never existed.
"So, do you understand now?" Brando said calmly, "People who can't even hold on to themselves will never be able to understand the original meaning of this world, and the truth behind the Law naturally has no fate with you.
"The Sasalds chose the path of destruction." He looked at the Wizards with a cold gaze. "What you are so proud of is nothing more than the madness before your destruction."
"No!"
Hollis shouted with all the strength in his body.
But the raging flames had already gushed out from his body and burned him to ashes in an instant. Brando turned his head. Before the 32 Sasalds Wizards could turn around, they had already been burned to ashes in the flames.
Brando silently turned over his palm.
Under his skin, faint golden veins of light were flowing.
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