The intense flash of light even penetrated the barrier formed by Brendel's Soul Force, causing the entire space to tremble. Thunder rumbled, and a ring of electricity swept out in all directions.
With a crackling sound, the young man who was facing off against Kabias suddenly felt something strange. He lowered his head and saw the hairs on his coat standing up. When he looked up again, he saw arcs of electricity appearing and disappearing on his black coat, the streets, and even the buildings and ruins on both sides of the street. Blue and white sparks extended along all the electrical conductors, creating a crackling sound.
Brando was startled, and he instinctively felt that something was wrong.
He looked back, but the mist in front of him was still calm. However, the strange silence made him feel a sense of vigilance. He walked forward, and as he moved, Kabias moved as well. A huge skeleton emerged from the ruins and blocked his path. Brando looked up and glanced at the skeleton. "What's wrong? Haven't you learned your lesson yet?"
Kabias cracked open its jaws and laughed. "Why don't you try?"
The young man's face darkened, and with a clang, he unsheathed his sword. It was Scarlet's sword, but it felt lighter in his hand. Even so, the action of unsheathing his sword forced Kabias to take a step back. It could be seen that this Undead Lord was very wary of his strange element, but he was still determined to keep him here.
Brando frowned. Kabias's cunning was far beyond his expectations. Without knowing what was happening in front of him, he did not dare to attack recklessly. He did have a white deer statue that he could use for reconnaissance, but Necromancer Rothko was much more proficient in magic than he was. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to win if he played such tricks in front of Rothko.
'Why hasn't Metisha reported the situation?'
Brando cast his senses forward, but there was no response. It was as if he was looking into the mist. He took a deep breath, and at that moment, a familiar, weak voice sounded in his mind.
"My lord, time is limited, so I'll keep it short. There is also an Undead General who is very strong. Cough cough … His name is Bai … "This was Metisha's voice.
But his voice stopped abruptly.
White?
This name made Brando's mind explode. Why was this guy here? When he thought of the cold metal mask behind that name, the hair on his back stood on end. If he guessed correctly, there was only one person in Incirsta's camp who would be addressed in such a manner, and that was one of the Four Knights of the Apocalypse, the Black Knight, the Judge, Ba.Tiamas.Qiu Yue. But this guy was Tarkus' deputy. Shouldn't Tarkus and Madara still be fighting Erouine's southern army further south? What was going on?
If it was just an alliance with Graudin or Count Randner, there would be no need for such an important figure to appear. [What are these damned undead plotting?]
Countless thoughts flashed through Brando's mind. Ba.I's appearance had caught him off guard, but he was still able to maintain his composure on the surface. He raised his head and glared coldly at Kabias, then walked closer with his sword in hand. The yellow Soulfire in the skeleton's eye sockets flickered. It did not understand why Brando suddenly became so impulsive. However, it only had one mission, and that was to stop this young man.
Kabias's body was slightly hunched, but it had already gripped the short spear in its claws tightly.
Brando gritted his teeth in the face of this troublesome fellow. Now that the situation had changed, he did not have the time to tangle with this fellow. He spoke coldly: "Kabias, if you still want to return to the Hill of the Dead to manage your own territory, I'll give you one last chance." In a moment of desperation, Brando did not hesitate to call out Kabias's background.
Kabias's eyes flickered: "Are you familiar with us?"
Brando acted as if he did not hear it and casually threw his sword to the ground. Clang! The young man raised his head and stared at Kabias without saying a word.
It was as if he was looking at an inanimate object.
Kabias cracked open its jaws and sneered: "What, young human, are you thinking of surrendering?"
"Kabias, you fool, be careful —" Rothko's voice came from the side of the street.
"What?"
"Be careful, he's emitting magical waves!" The young necromancer reminded.
Kabias was stunned and could not help but stare at Brando who was motionless. However, while it was on guard against the sudden attack, it stretched out its bony finger and pointed forward. "You're saying that not only is this young man in his early twenties a Gold-ranked swordsman, he's also a sorcerer? Rothko, have you become an idiot from studying necromancy? "The tall skeleton asked in a mocking tone.
Rothko's voice fell silent. In fact, even he himself felt that it was impossible. Because even the Chosen One could never be perfect in every aspect. Some people might be talented, but their time was always limited. A Gold-ranked swordsman in his early twenties with the status of a necromancer was simply a fantasy. Perhaps only the sages from the War of the Holy Saints could have such strength.
But what kind of existence were the sages?
Flame King Gretel, Wind Empress Saint-ausol, High Priest Fanzin, and Saint Eleranta. These were the four sages who led the various races to defeat the Dark Dragon in the War of the Holy Saints. Which one of them was not a true ruler? Even the Eternal King Loki, who held the Mercury Staff and ruled Madara, could only bow his head in front of these sages. Whether it was in terms of strength or reputation, Loki could not compare to them.
What Rothko and Kabias did not know was that the magical waves emitted by Brando did not come from a necromancer.
It came from a Planeswalker.
Brendel lowered his eyelids and silently searched his Elemental Pool. In fact, since the first time he opened his Elemental Pool, his Elemental Pool basically did not change: ten slots for the Fire Element, eight for the other Elements, and still no Light or Darkness Element. Looking at this half-crippled elemental pool, the youth could not help but sigh inwardly. With such meager strength, there was no way he could change the situation. Brando closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
In that case, there was only one way left.
At the same time. When Kabias saw Brando standing there motionlessly with his eyes closed, it did not take the initiative to attack. Instead, it took a small step back. In the previous battle between the youth and it, the strange elemental energy had left a deep psychological shadow on the tall skeleton. Although the undead did not have emotions like fear, they did not have the habit of taking the initiative to teach their opponent a lesson.
Especially for a high ranking undead lord like Kabias. First of all, the honor of the dark nobles did not allow it to do so.
"Mana is gathering, Kabias." Rothko could not help but speak up. The mana surrounding Brando had already broken through the limit of an intermediate wizard and was heading straight for a high rank. It was about to break through the boundary between Iron and Silver. Kabias made a cracking sound from its chest and replied in a bad mood: "I know, I can feel it too. Don't worry."
Indeed, a Silver-ranked wizard was nothing to worry about.
However, a gold-ranked swordsman and a silver-ranked wizard at the same time. Such a scene caused the undead duo to be at a loss for words for a moment. Rothko even suspected that it was a mistake for them to come here and cause trouble for this youth. His potential was limitless! He could not believe that he was able to witness the birth of such a genius with his own eyes.
However, Brando finally opened his eyes. His light brown pupils were calm, and at that moment, Rothko and Kabias could feel that the youth's aura had changed. It was no longer the cold aura of an elemental essence, but a state that encompassed all things.
"Four o 'clock. The people of Matatania call it the' Dark Slumber '. It is the time when all things are resting." Brando raised his eyelids and looked at the tall skeleton general: "If I remember correctly, the undead call it the' Midnight Day '. It is the time of the day when the power of darkness is at its strongest. Did I say anything wrong, Kabias? "
"Hah?"
Kabias gripped the short spear in its hand tightly and made a meaningless sound from its chest.
"It's nothing," Brando shook his head: "I just want to say that before the sun rises, the world is indeed dark." He raised his hand and threw a card forward. Although it was empty in the eyes of Kabias and the others, it was as if Brando had really thrown out a card that shone with the light of fate: "However, the darkness is also beneficial to me!"
The card fell to the ground.
"Card of Fate: Mercenaries of Lopes, discarded back into the deck and reset into the field!"
The Wind Elemental Pool was emptied in an instant. Then, under the shocked gazes of Kabias and Rothko, twelve mercenaries appeared along with twelve magic circles on the street. The Mercenaries of Lopes who had just entered the field looked at each other, not understanding what was going on. However, the Nightsong Tiger was the first to react. He immediately asked in his mind:
"My lord, what happened? Did you reset your deck?"
Brando nodded.
But Kabias's gaze swept across the mercenaries one by one, the soulfire in its eyes flickering slightly: "I didn't expect you to be a summoner, young human. With the strength of a Silver-ranked, you can summon twelve Iron-ranked creatures at once. I have never seen such a summoning spell before. You are not an ordinary person, Brando, or Viscount Gaston. But … "The tall skeleton changed the topic and asked in a hoarse, deep voice," Do you really think that you can change the tide of the battle just because you have twelve more Iron-ranked combatants? "
Kabias shook its head and sneered.
But the young man did not seem to hear its words. He already had a plan in mind. He turned around and looked at the Wild Elf sisters.
… …
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