After a loud noise, the rusty anchor flew out of the skeleton's hand, dragging the long iron chain behind it as it flew towards Brando. However, a silver light flashed in Brando's eyes, and under the guidance of the Lines of Law, it slightly deviated from its original trajectory and landed heavily on the ground.
Brando immediately jumped up and pulled the iron chain in mid-air. His god-like strength was not inferior to the mythical King of Bones, and it staggered forward. Brando grabbed the iron chain and used it as leverage again. The Flash Strike Sword Art followed like a shadow and stabbed towards the huge skeleton.
A straight and bright line seemed to be produced in the darkness. The phosphorescence in Gudmod's eyes flashed, and it raised its claws to grab the line. The grayish-white Lines of Law in the space bent and revealed the trace of the sword in Brando's hand.
With a soft sound, the skeleton's giant hand actually firmly grasped the blade of the Holy Sword Oderfeiss — it missed. Brando's heart flashed with a trace of surprise. It was not that his Flash Strike Sword Art had never missed, but it was the first time that it was directly seen through by the skeleton. He could not help but admire the strength of the skeleton's soul. The Soul Element could drive the Lines of Law to penetrate space to sense the attacker's location.
Yes, Brando had realized that the skeleton was not sensing the sword in his hand, but him holding the sword. Even if the Soul Element of this level did not reach the height of the Power of Existence, it had at least touched the highest level of Elemental Kingdom. It was worthy of being the legendary Bridge Keeper of the Bridge of the Dead, an undead with divinity.
He did not hesitate to let go of the sword in his hand and moved to the side — it looked as if he was letting the huge skeleton take the Holy Sword Oderfeiss. This action even startled Gudmod. It raised its head, and the two pale phosphorescence in its eye sockets were almost the size of a lantern, one bright and one dark.
If it could see, then what it saw must be an illusion mixed in the shadows, holding a long sword that was slowly taking shape in front of it. But unfortunately, the skeleton could not see anything, and it could only sense the existence of the soul.
Without any soul ripples, the Nine Luminaries Sword Art's phantom held Cinna in his hand and disappeared in a flash. With a single slash, he broke seven of its ribs. The King of Bones let out a mournful wail, stood up abruptly, and pulled back the anchor. The anchor swept towards Brando, but the latter did not even look at it. With a cold face, he punched the anchor with a backhand.
With a hum, Iron Anchor straightened its chain and flew back to wrap around the neck of the huge skeleton several times. The huge inertia caused the Divine Undead to lose its balance and fall back. The Holy Sword Oderfeiss that it was holding tightly also flew out of its hand. Brando raised his head and took the Holy Sword. At the same time, he took a big stride forward, and Gudmod punched his already shattered chest.
In a series of bone-cracking sounds, almost half of the King of Bones' body exploded and fell back completely. But Brando quickly grabbed the broken chain of the anchor and pulled it back. In the eyes of ordinary people, the huge body of the Divine Undead was as light as a rag doll in Brando's hand. It flew back, and Brando directly cut it in half.
The broken bones scattered all over the ground, and the two halves of the King of Bones fell heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. This battle of small size to gain a huge advantage stunned Aloz, and she could not help but look at Brando with shining eyes.
This was a real battle of gods.
Although the King of Bones, Gudmod was not a real god, it was at least a demigod existence. Although it was so weak in front of Brando, if it was in the mortal world, even the top existence among the Bugas, their spells would have a hard time hurting this divine undead.
Every punch of Brendel's was imbued with the power of time and space. It could be said that every punch tore apart Gudmod's Soul Essence and Extreme Plain. The power of the soul was so weak that it could not even withstand a single blow from the absolute control of time and space.
What was absolute power?
This was absolute power.
But Brando did not relax at all. He turned around and shouted, "The Shire!"
"Found it, My Lord!" The Shire's eyes were flashing with a bright blue light. He was using the Spell of Future Foresight to filter the cards in his deck of Cards of Fate. Page after page of cards in his eyes, he finally found the one he was looking for.
At this time, the lantern in Gudmod's hand lit up. It was already the seventh or eighth time it had used this ability. As long as the light of this undead divine artifact shone on its body, all injuries would be healed.
The Shire displayed his spell. [Ineffective, destroy target artifact or enchantment.] You gain 10% of your mana. The Lines of Law in the space lit up layer by layer. With a cracking sound, the lantern in Gudmod's hand dimmed.
The huge undead wailed. The phosphorescence in its eyes dissipated bit by bit. Its entire body seemed to have lost the power that held it together. With a loud bang, it broke apart and scattered on the ground. The Shire stepped forward and kicked its huge skull, kicking it into the abyss.
"Good thing you finally found it." Brando wiped the Sacred Sword Oderfeiss and said in an annoyed tone, "Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll have to fight another seventy or eighty rounds with this damned undead here. When we get back to Wohnde, we'll just have to collect the corpses of the others."
"My Lord, the Spell of Card Filtering doesn't always work. It's your fault for being so unlucky."
"Who's unlucky?"
The Shire quickly shrugged and changed the topic. "Don't Fenice and Manocha also have spells that can destroy artifacts?"
"We don't have the ability to filter cards!" The Faerie said angrily.
Only then did Tia run up from afar. The divine undead were immune to all mortal spells. They were completely useless in such a battle, unless Metisha could open a enchantment. However, it was clear that Brando did not intend to let everyone give it their all here.
The elven girl looked at the scattered bones and could not help but be surprised. "It's dead just like that. Isn't it Gudmod?"
"Gudmod is immortal and indestructible." Medissa replied with a smile.
"It's not dead?"
Brando walked over and picked up the lantern. There was a long crack on the surface of the lantern, but the crack was obviously slowly healing. "The Bridge Keeper of the Bridge of the Dead, the Lord of the Undead. This is also a curse. It curses it to wander around here for eternity. As long as its divinity is not extinguished, it will not die."
He casually threw the lantern into the dust, but Tia ran up and picked it up like it was a treasure. No matter what, it was a Divine Artifact.
Brando raised his head and looked at the fog in the distance. "Let's go. The Repose of the Dead Moon may be in front of us."
"The Repose of the Dead Moon?"
"It's the holy land of the undead, the place of eternal rest." Mephistopheles replied with some longing. "The undead will sleep here forever, never to remember the mortal world. But they will be truly reborn in the Sea of Death. Their souls will return to the World Tree, and one day, they will finally be reborn in this world in another form."
"The Land of Eternal Death is the final destination of all undead. It is the place where the Goddess of the Dead Moon's divine kingdom, Elodenir, is located." Metisha also replied.
But Brando suddenly stopped.
More corpses appeared in the fog.
It was a dog-like monster the size of a small mountain. Everyone had to look up to see its full appearance. Its body was covered with wounds, and bronze blood flowed out from the wounds, but it had long dried up.
Brando saw the color of the blood and could not help but twitch his eyelids.
"What is this?" Scarlet asked doubtfully. "The Dusk Wolf, the offspring of Fenrir?"
"Look at their blood." The deer-bodied demoness reached out and touched the monster's sticky blood. The blood on her finger was a bright copper color. She said, "This is Garm's son."
"Garm?"
"The Doomsday Hound in the Pale Poem, the vanguard of the Dusk," Irene replied. "But they are actually not of the Dusk Tribe, but of the Bronze Species."
Bronze Species.
This term made everyone's heart tremble. The Bronze Species was the missing bloodline between the Iron and Silver Species. Legend said that they were the descendants of the Giants, one of the last races created by the Divine People.
They were the only existence in this world that could perfectly accept the authority of Tiamat and absorb nutrients from the dark magic. They were a powerful and perfect race, but unfortunately, they were born bloodthirsty, cruel, and warlike. They were created by the Gods and abandoned by the Gods. They joined the Dusk Dragon and betrayed the Dusk Dragon. It could be said that they were a race with a bad fate.
It was no wonder that the Divine People called them failed experiments, although Brando himself did not like the name.
But perhaps it was also luck in a sense.
It was because of the betrayal of the Bronze Species that the Iron People, as mortals, could appear in this world.
"Is this the legendary Bronze Species?" Scarlet boldly touched the skin of the offspring of Garm. It was cold to the touch, but she could clearly feel the existence of Tiamat's law. "The monsters are their descendants?"
Brando nodded.
"But why are there Bronze Species here?" The little female dragon was a little surprised. "Shouldn't they have been extinct long ago?"
"This is just a corpse," Flopha pointed out her faulty wording. "It doesn't prove that they are not extinct."
"But I always feel that it's not that simple." Aloz replied solemnly. "The battlefield here doesn't seem to be that old. In fact, since the era of Azure, the Bronze Species have gradually faded out of history."
Brando also agreed with this statement. At least in the history he knew, there was no record of the Bronze Species and the undead fighting. The Bugas recorded that they were gradually wiped out by the Divine People and the Gods after the war of Azure, and after that, the Gods gradually faded out of people's sight.
"Maybe they have been hiding here all this time?" Tia asked. "The Gods have long passed away, and no one knows what happened in the Lower Realm, right?"
This sentence vaguely reminded Brando.
But he shook his head, but there was some doubt in his heart. He always felt that he seemed to have thought of something, but whether it was the memory of the previous or the previous life, it seemed to have nothing to do with it. In "The Amber Sword", he had never heard of the Bronze Clan.
Everyone slowly walked forward.
There were more and more corpses in the darkness, but not only the Bronze Species, but also the Crystal Clusters and Demons. The Shire raised his staff, letting the tip of the staff shine brightly. The light penetrated the floating fog, outlining the mountains of corpses a little further away. There was silence all around, and a few World Tree Roots pierced through the darkness in the distance, passing through the fog above everyone's head, making the whole space strange and eerie.
Everyone quietly looked at the battlefield of unknown era, and the fierceness of the battle was beyond imagination. What was puzzling was that the Dusk, the Undead, and the Bronze Species all seemed to belong to different camps, and judging from the state of the corpses, they were fighting each other.
This was really too strange.
Tia lifted Modgud's soul lamp and pretended to shine it around, but Felaern glanced at her and said coldly, "Throw it away." The little elven girl blinked and looked at her sister pitifully, whispering in a low voice, "This is the Lord's trophy."
Felaern looked at Brando coldly, and Brando hurriedly said, "I don't want this thing, although this lamp is a Divine Artifact, ordinary people can't use it. By the way, when it's restored, Modgud might come back to life and come looking for you, Tia. "
Tia was startled, and couldn't help but lift the lamp to take a closer look, as if there really was a ghostly fire burning in the lamp. She was so scared that her face turned pale, and she hurriedly put down the lamp, trembling a little as she spoke, "I … I … I … I'll put it here, can … can I?"
"I think you'd better put it back on the bridge, Tia," The Shire replied with a smile.
"I … I … I … Alone?" Tia was about to cry, her legs gave way, and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Ferlyn was quick enough to grab hold of her sister. She held Tia's hand and patted her back to comfort her. Then, she raised her head and glared at Charles.
The Shire shrugged. As for Metisha and Scarlet, they couldn't help but laugh.
Aloz looked at the battlefield shrouded in fog and darkness, and the little female dragon's face had a rare solemn expression, "What a great battle." For a dragon who inherited knowledge from her bloodline, the silent scene clearly evoked some memories in her heart.
"It was a great battle." Brando also nodded. The World Tree Roots gathered here, forming an open plain, and the outline of Eleudenir's Palace could be seen in the distance. This was the Land of Eternal Rest, where countless corpses slept in the darkness, but none of them were below the level of a Lord.
The seven stone slabs in his hand shot out beams of light, occasionally changing direction, but always pointing towards the Divine Kingdom of the Goddess of the Fallen Moon. In the end, there was no path left, and they could only move forward by stepping on the bones. The sound of bones cracking was terrifying.
As Hipamila walked, she gestured with the hammer in her hand. She seemed to have found something interesting and swung it down. The head of the hammer stopped above the head of a white skull on the side of the road. Hipamila proudly raised her chin.
But it was at this time that a cracking sound came from the darkness.
The priestess was startled. She raised her hammer in confusion, but the white skull was clearly intact. A pair of black eye sockets stared at her motionlessly. Hipamira turned around, and found that everyone was looking up at a nearby mountain of bones.
A human skeleton was rolling down from that direction.
The Nightsong Tiger and the others immediately prepared for battle, and Scarlet and Metisha also put down their spears. As for Tia, she was already scared into a quail, and hid behind her sister with a pale face, fearing that Mr. Modgud would come for her.
A deformed monster appeared on the mountain of bones.
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