"Teacher!" Huang Huo struggled to stand up. Her voice was weak but filled with joy.
Brando nodded at his student with a warm expression.
Among the people present, only Tulman and Solomon recognized the newcomer, while the others revealed puzzled expressions. Until Oratex helped them ask the question. "Who are you?" The Queen of Storms frowned at Brando and asked.
Brando reached behind his shoulder and grabbed the hilt of the Holy Sword. He gently pulled out the sword. A bright light shone on everyone's eyes. "Holy Sword Oderfeiss!" Someone exclaimed.
Brando pointed at Oratex and said, "The Sathard people have done so many good deeds in Erouine. They wouldn't have thought that someone would come to collect the debt, right?"
"You?" Oratex curled her lips in disdain.
"I don't want to talk nonsense," Brando replied, "Simply put, after today, the Sathard Alliance will no longer exist."
"What a big tone." In the distance, Akani also frowned when she heard this. It was obvious that a mortal's tone made her somewhat unhappy.
"Is it?" Brando turned around and shook his head at her, "Blood for blood, it's just right —"
Oratex was so angry that she laughed, "Erouine people? I've never heard of that — "But her laughter immediately stopped. Fear quickly appeared on her face. Because behind Brando, rectangular silver lines appeared in the air. Tens of millions of silver cubes flashed and swept across half of Latakia in an instant.
It was a power that made everyone tremble in fear.
And in this world, there was only one power that could make the Sages feel uneasy.
"Did you see it clearly?"
"… There's no mistake. That, that is …"
Solomon, Logar, Roan, and Arcath were shocked.
The power of existence —
Only Brando's expression was calm. It was as if he did not hear anything around him. He only focused on his sword. He held the sword to his chest and held the blade with one hand. The next moment, he disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only an afterimage. Arcath was the only one who caught a glimpse of the tremor in space.
It was like a long and narrow light in the darkness.
Oratex's expression changed drastically. The golden light in the depths of her eyes grew bigger and bigger. She desperately released lightning. Lightning flashed in the square, but the blade still broke through the obstacles and arrived in front of her. Oratex screamed and rolled to the side. The dark golden blade passed by her, drawing a line of blood on her arm.
Olatras clenched her teeth and swung her Lightning Whip at Brendel, but Brendel had already disappeared. It was still the Flash Strike Sword Art. Olatras' heart was filled with fear as she retreated. She was not afraid of the Flash Strike Sword Art, but the power of its existence had already frightened her.
She only wanted to leave this place, but all of a sudden, her heart began to throb like never before. Alarm bells began to ring.
.. She immediately...............
"That's impossible!"
Oratex felt like she was going crazy. How could there be such a swordsmanship in this world?
In the eyes of others, it was a sword performed by Brando's afterimage. It was the same Flash Strike Sword that crossed space. It looked extremely strange and illogical. But the afterimage did not reason with Oratex. It suddenly flashed. Oratex threw herself forward with all her strength and rolled on the ground to avoid the sword.
But it left a wound on her lower abdomen.
She clenched her teeth and pressed her lower abdomen, but Brando had once again appeared behind her and slashed with his sword. Oratex was scared out of her wits. She subconsciously reached out to block, but three of her fingers flew up. She screamed in pain and hugged her hand.
However, Brando disappeared again. In the place where he had flashed before, the afterimage was lifting Frost Chant Cinna.
"No!" Oratex's cry was full of despair.
This was the fastest sword in the world.
It was beyond everyone's imagination.
Brando did not even use the Power of Existence.
Whenever his body flashed, an illusion would appear. Every attack would be split into two. Spatial flashes and illusions filled the narrow area at the same time. In an instant, Brando's afterimage flashed at least seven times.
It was the Blade Storm. It was Flash Strike Sword, but it was also Nine Luminaries Sword Art.
Olatras lowered her head in a daze and looked at the sword wound on her chest. Silver blood was flowing out from the wound.
Brando stopped in front of her and pointed the tip of his sword at her neck. A chill passed through the blade, causing the Storm Queen to shiver.
Brando was silent.
But the result had already explained everything. After entering the Sage Domain, this was the first time he had combined two supreme swordsmanship. The power produced was not beyond his expectations.
It was the life work of two Sages and the supreme inheritance of the Dragon Clan. In front of these existences, the Storm Queen Oratex was nothing.
But at this moment, Brando's heart was boiling with fighting spirit.
In the distance, Huang Huo clenched her fists in excitement. Her eyes returned to their original jade-like black, shining brightly. This was the first time she had seen her teacher display such swordsmanship in front of her.
Brando silently looked at the blade in his hand, which was pressed against Oratex's snow-white neck.
At this moment, many things flashed through his mind. The ridiculous, simple, and naive vows of the past, the heavy sense of responsibility, the tears of joy and regret, all turned into one simple word — memories. His responsibility towards Aouine had come to an end, and the only thing left was a lingering sense of guilt. In the end, he had let down a person who had trusted him.
That sincere and idealistic young man. He had thought that time would make the Knight of Lantonilan mature, but time had played a joke on him again. Perhaps this was Martha's special protection for Eke. This young man had fallen twice in the most glorious years of his life, and did not even have the time to see the ugliness of the world.
Some things were destined to be engraved on monuments, but the Idealists should be a commentary on history, so that people could see the glory beyond reality. Although they were fragile, they existed, and were even easier to become eternal than power and authority.
This was the pursuit of beauty by civilization.
But even so, Brendel would not allow the masterminds behind this scheme to get away scot-free. If they sacrificed the Idealists, he would turn them into ashes.
Since you believe in power.
Then I will show you the true power of this world.
Oratex suddenly understood something and laughed bitterly, "I understand, you are one of the ancestors …"
Brando's hand was about to reach forward.
"Mr. Brando, wait!" Before Solomon could stop her, the Time Lord Ajani took a step forward and opened a magic circle in her hand. The Bugas had paid a heavy price. Was it necessary to completely destroy the legacy of Taraki and the Storm Mages?
She finally made up her mind. She would not allow it.
But Brando did not even look back.
The rectangular silver lines and tens of millions of silver cubes flashed again, like a wall across the sky, standing in front of the seven Bugas Mages. The silver network swept forward, and except for Solomon, the others found themselves unable to move. Ajani screamed and found that the magic circle in her hand was disintegrating. She could not help but be shocked.
Oratex's body fell heavily to the ground, her empty eyes staring straight at the sky. She probably did not understand until her death how the Saasaldians came to this point.
In the scorched palace.
The silver-robed Bugas Mages were counting the losses everywhere. Although the Saasaldian Alliance had been declared dead, the legacy of the Red and Blue Mages had not been destroyed. Brando could not kill everyone indiscriminately. What was the difference between him and these people?
Of course, the guilty would never escape justice.
Unsurprisingly, the leader of the Saasaldians, the King of the Red Robed Mages, Heryanov, had already left Taraki with his Omniscient Eye.
Brando had already known this. When he first opened the Tiamat Law Network, he had already scanned the entire Taraki, but he did not find any trace of Heryanov.
Ironically, every Saasaldian was unaware of this. The Storm Queen, Oratex, probably did not understand until her death that she was actually an abandoned pawn.
But only such a heartless person could let go of everything and collude with the Twilight Dragon.
Brando wandered aimlessly in the palace.
But a person blocked his way. It was a tall Mage. The Bugas were rarely as burly as this person. He had dark skin, short white hair, and his exposed skin was covered with black secret patterns.
Although his eyes were also the silver of the Bugas, they were very different from ordinary people. This person's eyes had no pupils, only an ocean-like silver-white.
Brando knew that the person in front of him was the uncrowned King of the Bugas.
The King of the Mages, Solomon.
"Mr. Brando." Even though all the rumors about the Sorcerer King depicted his unparalleled majesty, Solomon's voice was surprisingly cultured and refined, making people feel close to him upon hearing it.
Brendel raised his head and furrowed his brows.
"Please don't misunderstand," Solomon said. "I'm not here for the previous matter."
Brando nodded. At least the King of the Mages did not disappoint him.
"… That's Existence?" Solomon asked.
"It's not complete, but at least it's a manifestation of the Power of Existence."
"So you've already seen the Throne of Destiny, right?"
Brando shook his head, knowing that the descendants of Scholar Oduki more or less knew some secrets, and replied, "I've only seen the phantom of the Throne of Destiny in the Stagnation Realm, but it's not there."
"But you already know."
Brando was silent for a moment, then nodded silently. "The Throne of Destiny is the ultimate authority of the Law of Tiamat."
"Yes, authority is power," the King of the Mages said seriously. "So why have the people of Martha been confused for so long, and why there are so many divisions between the Truth Parliament and the Ring of the World?"
"You mean the division of the Saasaldians can be foreseen?" Brando asked.
"But that doesn't mean I agree with them," Solomon replied.
Brando lowered his eyelids silently.
Mortals drew power from the network called Tiamat. What they thought of as magic, elements, and truth all came from there, and behind all the illusions on the surface, it was actually just a fight for authority.
Did mortals really become powerful?
Even if there were Sages among them.
But for thousands of years, the power of Tiamat itself had not grown at all, and the authority it could distribute was ultimately limited —
But even if it reached the peak, what could it do?
The ancestors created this network called Tiamat, but even its creator did not change his fate.
"In fact, the Bugas have understood this for a long time," Solomon continued. "But Tiamat is our last resort, and if we lose even this, we won't even have another chance."
"Reincarnation after reincarnation," Brando replied softly, "When will it end?"
"Maybe this time," Solomon turned around and looked outside the palace. In the distance, the Nine-Headed Phoenix and the Bugas army were converging, "The Twilight Dragon has come to our world, and even at the cost of putting himself in danger, it is to seize the supreme authority of Tiamat —"
The King of Sorcerers did not say the latter part too clearly, but the meaning was very obvious.
If it succeeds, we will have no future.
"So we have to stake everything," he looked back at Brando, his silver-white eyes were indifferent, "You are the one chosen by Martha, Mr. Brando, can you answer me a question?"
"Is there still a chance?"
After hearing this question, Brando just walked forward silently, and in front of him was the gate of the palace.
The sun spread across the unclear line between light and dark, Brando raised his head and looked at the blue sky of Latakia. Is there still a chance? In that slim hope, there were still some things waiting for him to decide, like a responsibility in the unseen world. He vaguely understood what Martha's expectant gaze meant when she looked at him.
But he still nodded.
"There is still a chance."
Then he walked out.
Solomon silently looked at the young man's back.
Maybe an era is over.
And when will the new era begin?
…
"Teacher."
Huang Huo stood quietly under the steps, and did not appear to be cheering because of happiness like most girls of her age. But it was still obvious that her heart was full of joy at the moment, and that joy seemed to be glowing from her eyes that could speak.
But because she was as reserved as ever, Huang Huo just blinked quietly.
For this excellent student, Brando felt a warmth in his heart and smiled slightly.
"Teacher's swordsmanship is as enviable as ever," Huang Huo said sincerely.
"You are also good, your training is fast," Brando stopped and said to her.
"But compared to you, teacher, I am still far behind."
Brando laughed and said, "Don't worry, you will surpass me one day."
"Really?"
Brando nodded seriously. He was definitely not exaggerating.
Huang Huo's dark eyes flashed with anticipation. One day, she would be able to protect her teacher.
The two walked down the steps, and Huang Huo took the sword from Brando's hand. Holding the sword, she felt that she was one step behind, strictly adhering to the role of a student. She raised her head and looked at Brando's back, her eyes full of reverence.
In the distance was the desolate city of Latakia after the war. The residents in the city were not only Saasaldians, but also many Banxians.
Many people had lost their families in the war.
Cries could be heard from afar in the wind.
However, very few people would understand the significance of what had happened today.
In the future, in the Wizard War that would last for nearly 60 years, people would lose even more. Latakia would also be reduced to ashes by a magic attack in the year of Lin Xiao, and less than one in ten people would survive.
But the destruction of the Saasaldian Alliance announced the early end of the Wizard War.
This was not only the revenge of Erouine's kingdom. More importantly, the mortals were united in advance. The armies of the Bugas and Nine Phoenix would further eliminate the centaur clans on the Great Plains who had surrendered to the Saasaldians and the Twilight Dragon. After the loss of the Tree Herders in the battle of Cruz, the strength of the Twilight Dragon's other arm, All for One, would also suffer a heavy blow.
This war could at least announce that the threat from the civilized world had come to an end, and people could finally free up to deal with the real threat from the Twilight Dragon.
But Brando did not feel relaxed.
Since the destruction of the Saasaldians could be predicted, then the Twilight Dragon had given up two important chess pieces in Cruz and Saint-ausol, just to create a disaster in White Mountain and internal strife in Erouine?
No, that was obviously not enough.
… …
William Pister held up the glowing staff in his hand and carefully walked through a dark hall.
His footsteps rustled in the silence, as if this was the only sound left in the deep space. He carefully observed the situation in the hall, a grave expression on his face.
At the edge of the light, tiny insects were escaping into the cracks in the walls, leaving only empty spider webs. The hall was filled with dust, debris scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with a moldy smell that kept people away.
But he suddenly stopped.
The light of magic illuminated a flight of stairs in front of him. His gaze followed the stairs, and on the gray throne, sat a skeleton in a black robe covered in spider webs. The skeleton wore a crown, and one hand was still supporting its lower jaw, sitting crookedly on the throne. But in its black eye sockets, the light of the past had long since disappeared.
With a clang, the staff in William's hand fell to the ground.
He took a step back with a pale face.
"This is impossible …"
The Hermit Order, the most proficient sect among the Silver Sorcerers in psychic spells and magic formations.
At the same time, it was the most unique sect among the Buga Tricolor Sorcerers. These powerful black-robed Sorcerers were not keen on fighting for power on the continent. On the contrary, for seven centuries, they had been standing at the forefront of the fight against Chaos.
They were also the biggest enemies of the Silver Heavenly Snakes and Tree Herders.
Ever since the leader of the Hermit Order, the black-robed Sorcerer Yuki, left this floating city on top of the glacier, they had always kept their promise. Although they had not returned to the continent for nearly three hundred years, no one expected their ending to be like this.
William Pister recognized the crown.
It was Yuki's King's Laurel Crown.
Countless rustling sounds suddenly came from the darkness. The leader of the Sorcerers suddenly turned around, and the staff on the ground naturally flew into his hand. He released the light in front of him, and immediately, a hideous creature was illuminated in the shadows of the hall.
Devil.
In fact, William had already recognized who it was.
It was a tall monster standing in the middle of a group of inferior demons. It opened its mouth and laughed silently at him. "William Pister, I didn't expect that the one we've been waiting for here would be you. What a surprise."
"Cyril, the king of the Nobles, you've actually awakened?"
The monster laughed coldly. "It's only a few hundred years earlier than you expected."
The old Sorcerer's expression suddenly changed.
…
(PS: I saw that someone in the book review section tipped 50000 Qidian coins this morning. Thank you to this 160311022408090 reader.)
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