The young man's words lingered for a long time.
No one dared to make a sound. His words pierced into the deepest parts of their hearts, and they couldn't help but lower their heads to think: Were their actions really as noble as they claimed? Even the strong-willed people like Fleetwood and Makarov couldn't help but waver for a moment. Yes, wasn't that glorious era the foundation of Erouine's kingdom? But they quickly stabilized their confidence and calmed down.
"Although the late king's ideals were noble, the situation today is different," the scholarly old man sighed, "In the end, we can't give up on what we should do just because of a possibility —"
"Ideals cannot change reality." Makarov coldly replied.
"That's why you used the same arrogance and indifference to deal with another group of arrogant nobles. But in reality, you are no different." Brando retorted with the same cold tone, "Be it the royal family or the nobles, none of you can truly change Erouine. That's why you are destined to fail."
"You may have defeated your opponents, but can you defeat Madara?"
"Cut the crap!"
Makarov's voice sounded like he was grinding his teeth, "How can a divided kingdom resist an external enemy? Furthermore, this has nothing to do with you. Now, please fulfill your promise and give us the Golden Apple."
Brando sneered and mentioned the Golden Apple.
"This is the Fairy's Apple, the most precious fruit from the Golden Tree. Legend has it that it can change a person's fate, but it's a pity, "Brando looked at Scarlet with a sad expression," It can't change a country's fate. Maybe someone can change it, but that person is definitely not you. What you acknowledge will only be an obstacle to her — "
"That's why," Brando put the Fairy's Apple back into his bag in front of everyone, "You won't get it."
"Bastard!" Makarov roared. His chest was filled with anger from being toyed with. Although he had expected this outcome, the contempt in Brando's attitude towards them really ignited his anger. This' Cunning Fox 'advisor of the Royal Faction had lost his rationality and regained his identity as the former leader of the Grey Wolves Mercenaries. A long sword appeared in his hand.
"Clang!" A metallic sound rang out.
Brando didn't retreat a single step. His expression didn't change, and he stared at Makarov's sword without blinking. However, between Cunning Fox's blade and the tip of the young man's nose, a hexagonal shield of light appeared. Layers of mysterious spells and runes flashed in the shield and then disappeared.
String magic.
And it was the most ancient kind.
As a court wizard, Fleetwood's expression immediately turned ugly, as if he had seen a ghost. "Ancient magic!" The old man almost squeezed these words out of his throat. He looked at Brando with a changing expression, not knowing what to say for a moment. In this world, there was only one race that still used such ancient magic laws.
The Dragon Race.
Brando thanked Aloz in his heart, and then calmly admired Makarov's pale face.
"You are …?" Cunning Fox's throat moved.
"I —" Brando was about to mock him, but at this moment, he suddenly heard Aloz's telepathic voice, "Mister Brando, what you said just now seemed to have resonated with something. This power, it's so strange … I can't suppress it anymore …"
"What, that sentence?" Brando was stunned.
"The part where we made the vow … No, I have to release the barrier …" Aloz said in a hurry.
"Hey, wait!"
Brando was about to ask her to hold on for a while so that he could be mentally prepared. Suddenly, he felt a tremor from the deepest part of his heart. It was not the prank of the dragon girl Aloz, nor was it the mysterious resonance between the Planeswalker and the cards. It was more like a sense of recognition, as a broad mind entered his thoughts. At that moment, it was as if the brightest light was produced in the darkness, and in this light, a door was opened.
He seemed to have passed through the door, and saw the White Knight Ebdon and the Earth Knight Gerald standing beside him. They nodded and smiled at him as if they were humans, and their eyes were full of encouragement and recognition.
But the illusion only lasted for a brief moment before disappearing. Brendel finally regained his senses and found the source of the tremors. He subconsciously reached for the Philosopher's Slate in his pouch, but it was too late. He could feel the Philosopher's Slate buzzing in his hand as if it had a life of its own. The next moment, the clouds above the Chablis Hills parted.
This afternoon.
From the Northwind Forest to Lake Vanaran, from the Golden Flame Castle to Rota in The Shire, and even from as far away as Braggs, everyone who lived in this area witnessed this miracle. Above the blue sky, with a point in the south as the center, the platinum clouds parted layer by layer, like a stone thrown into a calm pool, and radiated outwards in all directions.
After the last bit of cloud was cleared away, the blue sky was like a pure sapphire with a magnificent light purple color, and not a speck of dust could be seen. The townsfolk, the clerics, adventurers, and even the Astrologers of the Council of Stars and Moon were alerted. Far away in the Sea of Death, the wizard of Buga also recorded this phenomenon in Drolla. The monks of the Lion's Heart Palace came out in full force, the recorder of the Black Tower was stunned and accidentally dropped his favorite crystal ball, and the pilgrims of the Thunder Gate could not help but kneel down and pray to the heavens.
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the round, vacuum-like sky in the south, but only a few people understood what was really happening there.
The Divine Artifact's reaction.
The light in the forest suddenly brightened up, and the darkness was swept away. Buga, Makarov, and Fleetwood's expression changed drastically as they looked up at the sky. After the platinum-colored clouds dispersed layer by layer, what was left was the breathtakingly beautiful purple-blue sky. There were layers of magnificent and beautiful patterns that resembled gears, and each circle had a diameter of nearly a hundred thousand meters. That was the 'Tiamat', the law that Mother Marsha had set down to restrain the elements, worlds, and magic in the myths. It was also where the boundary of the elemental world was.
No matter from which angle the mortals looked at this huge and intricate Creation Barrier, they would feel a sense of hopelessness from the bottom of their heart, and a sense of grandeur that came from the bottom of their heart.
Brando held on tightly to the stone slab as if it was about to break free. He could not help but look up at the sky.
The beautiful edge of 'Tiamat' was sliding layer by layer against the background of the blue sky, and every time it slid, it would sweep across hundreds of kilometers of the sky. However, the curve that represented the law and the straight line were merging together again, and when the layers of the gears merged together and one of the centers was aimed at this area …
The forest was silent for a moment.
The wind stopped blowing.
If this was in the game, Brando would have goosebumps when he saw this strange scene. This scene was very similar to the scene where the Elemental Lords or Legendary Wizards cast the highest level spells — the scene where Level 14 spells were cast. These spells were forbidden spells in the usual sense, or Legendary spells. These spells were beyond the understanding of mortals. In fact, each of them directly mobilized the Supreme Law to destroy and eliminate in a destructive manner. In terms of destructive power, they were no weaker than the nuclear weapons of the original world.
But at this moment, he also felt goosebumps.
The resonance in his heart finally reached its peak at this moment.
There was a slight tremor in the center of the circular vacuum field in the sky, but when the tremor spread in all directions, a white beam of light descended from the sky. Far away in Derora, one of the twelve leaders of the Buga Wizards, William Pister held his magic quill in one hand. The tip of the quill stood motionless on the parchment filled with runes for a long time. Even the ink had soaked through the expensive lambskin, forming a small black dot on the parchment.
Then, the elder just stared out of the silver grating arch window.
Between the sky and the sea.
A silver beam of light stood straight.
"This … this is … Erik's Lionheart Sword …"
…
A beam of light pierced through the clouds. It zigzagged as it passed through the boundary of the Elemental Realm, and then fell vertically to the other side of Erouine. These two beams of light reflected each other in the clear afternoon sky.
At this moment, everyone lost the ability to speak.
But Brando just wanted to die. He just occasionally pretended to be righteous, and he did not expect to get the approval of 'merciful Erik' by accident. If he had known, he would not have read the damn oath. He had forgotten that he had accepted the quest from the White Knight Ebdon. In a moment of excitement, he further inspired the quest.
Of course, the inspiration quest was not strange, but what made him want to bang his head on the ground was that it triggered the Divine Artifact's reaction.
Wait a minute, Lady Martha! Isn't the Lionheart Sword a Fantasy Weapon? How did it trigger the Divine Artifact's reaction? When did it become a Divine Artifact? The forum said that this weapon was a Gold-tier Fantasy Weapon, and judging from its history, it should be true. After all, it was impossible for a kingdom like Erouine to keep a Divine Artifact.
This thought flashed through Brando's mind.
However, the strange phenomenon also flashed by. The beam of light lasted for about three to five seconds, and then gradually weakened. Brando pressed one hand on the Sage Slate and gradually stopped struggling. At the same time, he felt a mark in his heart, as if he could feel a direction. He knew that this meant that there was a connection between him and the Lionheart Sword. A Fantasy Weapon had such an ability.
Of course, there were advantages and disadvantages to this connection.
The advantage was that he was one step closer to the legendary Divine Artifact.
The disadvantage was that Brando looked at Fleetwood and Makarov who were looking at him with unfathomable gazes.
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