When Amandina slowly opened her eyes, she found herself standing in a strange place.
"Where … is this place? Am I not … dead?"
She raised her hand hesitantly, slowly reaching for her cheek and pressing it, as if to confirm that she was not a ghost.
In the distance, there was an endless basalt surface that stretched as far as the eye could see, and densely packed square mountains were stacked in layers.
Green lightning shuttled through the clouds, and the strong wind blew her long hair, forcing her to use her hands to push back the hair that was blocking her eyes. She raised her head, lifted her tattered skirt, and walked barefoot. She hesitated for a moment, but still walked forward resolutely.
Dust and sand flew up in the wind, rolling over the girl's skirt.
In the midst of the sandstorm, there was only a lonely figure, staggering forward step by step.
It was a vast and endless plain.
In the cramped study, the fragments of the Holy Sword flew up from the ground one by one. Like sand in the wind, they flew up and circled around Miss Amandina.
Brando, holding the holy sword Oderfeiss, was staring coldly at Wizard Sadr. Beside him, Freya clenched her fists so tightly that they were almost bloodless. She gritted her teeth and glared at the Silver Person Wizard with red eyes. They were supposed to be the guardians of order, the bearers of the fire of civilization.
"Who are you people?" Sorcerer Sadr looked at the two uninvited guests in shock and anger.
Where were the guards? Where were the other Wizard Sadr in the castle?
He stretched out his hand, and the gray crystal staff, which had been leaning on the side and had never been used before, flew out of thin air and fell into his hand.
The aura of the young man in front of him made his scalp tingle.
Could it be that he had met a young Dragon King?
He opened his five fingers, not daring to hold back, and pointed the gray crystal staff in his hand at the two of them. "Universe Singularity, Imprisonment!" This eleventh-circle spell was the supreme achievement of spatial magic. A singularity universe containing trillions of star systems slowly unfolded in space. A gust of wind rose in the room, and books and miscellaneous items flew into the four-sided void, followed by tables, chairs, cabinets, and bookshelves. In the end, even the ceiling of the room collapsed. The bricks and tiles broke free from the restraints of the walls and converged into a torrent that was sucked into the void.
But Brando only punched.
He didn't even use the golden flame holy sword Oderfeiss. He just transferred the sword from his right hand to his left hand, then raised his fist, and punched into the singularity universe, breaking it into pieces like a rag. The fist went straight through the void, and to Wizard Sadr's great astonishment, it hit him hard in the lower abdomen.
The expression that was fixed on his face was a simple four words.
This is impossible —!
Thus, one of the twelve leaders of the Buga Wizards, the Wizard King of Sarsard, only had time to let out a painful whimper, and his whole body flew out as if folded in half. He crashed into the wall behind him, and the bricks and stones shattered.
Brendel did not say a word. He stepped into the cloud of dust and reached under the rubble. With a whoosh, he lifted the dusty Sorcerer Sadr out of the rubble.
He asked word by word:
"Now, do you still think mortals are weak?"
Wizard Sadr, whose face was bruised and swollen, screamed. "The … the power of the Sage, you … you are the Silver Dragon King Rudian …"
"Answer — wrong."
Brando lifted the leader of the Wizards up high, and then threw him hard to the ground. With a loud bang, the poor Wizard King flew out like a rubber ball, smashing everything in his way into pieces. Fortunately, he was a Silver Person, and an existence close to the Sage, so he was not smashed to pieces. Even so, several bones were broken.
Seeing this scene, even Freya couldn't help but let go of her hand. She had never seen Brando like this.
Furious, cold, and merciless.
But she didn't feel afraid at all. She only felt calm and warm.
Because the anger in her heart came from the promise, which was the true pride of a man and a lord.
Trampling on —
Wizard Sadr spat out a big mouthful of blood before he got up from the ground, but he still didn't give up resisting. He reached out his hand again, and grabbed his grey crystal staff from ten feet away.
He knew that he had met a formidable opponent this time. His opponent's power level seemed to be higher than his own. He racked his brains but could not figure out who his opponent was. It was not the Silver Dragon King Luo Di, but who else could have such power? Of course, even in the most absurd of hypotheses, Wizard Sadr had never imagined that the opponent was the princess's Knight, Count Randner, the lord of the Tónigel people, who was praised by the people of Erouine.
There was no other reason. It was just a mortal.
But this mortal was destined to give him an unforgettable memory on this day.
First, it was Amandina.
Now, it was her lord.
Sadr calmed down. After all, he had been through hundreds of battles, and had even faced the man who made him tremble — the man called the Dark Dragon Odin. He raised his gray crystal staff and read out the taboo words recorded in the most ancient of documents. Wind, lightning, fire, and ice formed behind him one after another.
He stretched out his thin fingers and screamed at the top of his lungs: "Die, Elemental Calamity!"
This was a spell invented by a dragon called Calamity.
The Blue Calamity, the Elemental Dragon.
The Fourteenth Ring was the limit that all beings below the Divine Folk could reach.
Forbidden Spell.
With the Sorcerer King's actions, even the ground within a few miles of the Lighthouse trembled. The Earth Elemental was being sucked away. The ground from Winomar to Silman cracked, and the earth and rocks were overturned. The creatures that lived in the soil escaped from their nests in tens of thousands. The merchants on the road had no choice but to stop and watch this strange scene.
A few miles away, the clouds in the sky gathered into a vortex. Wind and fire Elemental were being sucked down from thousands of meters in the air, converging into a green pillar of light that surged towards the Lighthouse below the vortex.
The waves on Lake Vallenden began to recede like a tsunami, revealing the bottom of the lake that was thousands of meters long.
The Water Elemental was being sucked away from the Physical World.
The light of the four natural elements converged into a belt of light, slowly merging into the grey crystal of the staff in Sorcerer Sadr's hand. Each of these light belts was several miles long. From afar, they looked like intertwined clouds of various colors. And in the light of these colorful clouds, Sorcerer Sadr's expression was twisted and ferocious.
Brando also took a step back and used his hand to block in front of Freya.
No matter what, he was still one of the twelve leaders of the Bugas. Although he was not one of the strongest, he was not to be underestimated.
And this fourteen-circle spell was the best explanation of the opponent's strength.
"Brando?" Freya hid behind him and asked worriedly.
But she saw Brando only shake his head gently.
Her heart calmed down.
Sorcerer Sadr had finished chanting the last spell.
He raised his grey crystal staff. This was the second time in a thousand years that he had cast this spell. He had seen this spell that was known as the most magnificent in the mortal world. Hundreds of miles of ice crystal storms, lightning and thunder, fire and wind that burned everything, and turned the entire Nesdel Swamp into ashes.
The depths of his eyes reflected the color of fanaticism. The era where the Saasalds were restrained was over, and the Silver Folk would once again dominate the order of this land. Because only those who held such power were worthy of being called the true masters of Wohnde.
But he did not finally see the flame that ignited the deepest part of his heart.
Because the flame was extinguished.
The wind stopped.
The elemental water dried up.
The restless land calmed down.
The fanatical expression froze on Sorcerer Sadr's face.
Brando was also stunned. What was going on? He clearly felt that the magic in the space was rapidly disappearing, and the four elements that relied on it also lost their dependence.
"Brando," Freya suddenly pushed Brando's back and shouted, "Look at Amandina!"
He suddenly turned his head.
The broken Lionheart Sword was broken into a total of twenty-seven pieces.
At this moment, they were circling around Amandina, and when each piece circled around her, a faint silver rune appeared. Every time the silver rune shone, a basic law was extracted from this space — magic, elements, destruction, restraint …
"They … they are disintegrating Sorcerer Sadr's forbidden spell …" Freya was almost in disbelief, "But … but how can the Lionheart Sword do such a thing?"
Brando frowned and shook his head.
He suddenly realized something and looked pitifully at Sorcerer Sadr, who was kneeling on the ground with a dull expression, and then raised his head to look at the sky.
There, the curling vortex of clouds had long disappeared, leaving only a clear blue sky.
Brando replied softly, "Freya, that is not the power of the Lionheart Sword."
"Not the Lionheart Sword?"
He nodded.
The young War God from Bucce looked at him in confusion.
Brando silently reached out and held her cold hand. Freya was slightly stunned, but did not pull her hand away. There was a strange feeling in her heart, as if she could feel the gentleness in this man's heart at this moment.
It was an unspeakable feeling. It was silent, firm, and everywhere. It was a mother's care for her child. After tens of thousands of years, even if she had left this world long ago, she still firmly guarded this place.
Compared to this.
The despicableness of the Sasardians was not worth mentioning.
"That is, Martha …"
In the sky.
The slender silver thread was following the trajectory of the modern world and was being pulled out of this material world bit by bit.
The magic power was being drawn out of Tiamat's network and was first stripped from the spell. Then, the elements followed the contract between the four Elemental Kings and their mother and fled in all directions, turning into the most basic particles of the universe.
Finally, it was the material world. The basic structure of the world was collapsing. The bricks, wooden beams, scattered pages, tables, and chairs were blown away by the wind like sand.
In the blink of an eye, the castle turned into a pile of silver-gray gravel.
At this moment, countless Sasardians were shocked to find that they had forever lost the ability to cast magic.
On Silman Avenue a few miles away, merchants were enthusiastically discussing the sudden earthquake. Although some of them still had lingering fears, after the strange phenomenon in the sky disappeared, most of them had returned to their posts.
Only a middle-aged man in ragged clothes who looked somewhat down and out was still frowning, silently watching the water not far away.
The water was shaking slightly.
"Aftershocks?" he muttered.
But the shaking was becoming more and more obvious.
Some stones danced in a strange and rhythmic dance on the street. The people in the shops on both sides of the street cursed and ran out again. But this time, the people were orderly. They even found something to cover their heads so that they would not be hurt by falling objects in the panic.
The people stood on the street, waiting for the aftershock to pass again.
But the ground shook violently.
Most of the people were thrown to the ground in an instant.
The middle-aged man turned around and supported himself with one hand on a nearby tree. He turned his head and saw a few gray-robed Saville Silver Lily followers with dull expressions.
"Strong magic reaction …"
"This is?"
"Divine Weapon reaction?"
"I … I'm afraid it's more than that …"
In the crowd, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly rang out, "Look, Martha is up there, look over there!"
Everyone turned to look in the direction he was pointing.
Then, everyone felt their hair stand on end.
In the distant horizon —
A pure white beam of light.
It shot from the bottom to the top, straight into the clouds …
And above the clouds, there was a huge hand of light that gently caught the beam of light.
Everyone's mouth was wide open, and they could not say a word for a long time.
A few followers of the Silver Lily kept crossing themselves in front of their chests.
Their hands were trembling a little …
"Martha, Lady Martha …"
It was the reunion of a mother and her children after twelve thousand years.
At that moment, many people actually started to wail loudly.
…
The wind and sand formed a pillar.
Once again, Amandina tripped and fell on the hard rock.
A layer of skin was scraped off her palms and knees, and blood was dripping. But she did not say a word. She gritted her teeth and silently got up, trying to grab a sharp rock nearby to stand up again.
But a hand appeared in front of her.
Amandina raised her head in surprise.
In front of her, a woman stood in the soft white light. She could not even see the woman's face clearly, but strangely, she subconsciously felt warm and peaceful in her heart.
"The pursuit of ideals and beliefs is a long and difficult process," the woman smiled and stretched out her hand to her, saying, "What can truly lead to the final throne is not an external object, but a firm and unchanging belief."
"You are …?"
"Don't you plan to continue moving forward, brave child?"
Amandina gritted her teeth, nodded, and grabbed the woman's hand.
She stood up.
Looking back, the wind and sand that had filled the sky above the boundless basalt plains had already dissipated at some point.
From afar, she could see many people on the gray plains. Like her, they were trekking in the same direction.
Amandina's mouth was slightly open.
"Is this the kingdom of the dead?"
The woman smiled slightly, "For those who pursue the truth, what's the difference between life and death?"
The girl looked at her in confusion.
"I once knew your father, Amandina."
Looking at the girl's eyes widened in surprise, the woman said gently to her.
"I know everyone who pursues hope."
"And your father's biological brother is perhaps the one you should be most proud of."
"You may not understand what kind of hope Mr. Borg Nesson left for you …"
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