"What … is that?"
Everyone maintained the same action. They raised their heads, opened their mouths, and did not blink, afraid that they would miss a single detail.
In the sky, countless holy swords were arranged at equal intervals, shining with golden light. They formed a huge diamond shape, as if the stars were inverted. The Wind Spirit Spider was like a sky-blue pattern on the holy sword, fusing together with the blade.
Naturally, the Type IV Hunter Riders also saw this scene. These metallic creatures raised their heads, and their prismatic crystal vision reflected a huge threat, so they made a uniform choice.
The sound of spears being leveled drew everyone's attention back to the arena. The thirty Type IV Hunter Riders pointed their spears at Brando.
The six black barrels on the base of each spear were aimed at the young man. "Careful!" Someone shouted from the other side of the cage, but no one knew whose voice it was.
Along with the shout, the magic conduction system began to rotate the six barrels, and with the crisp sound of gears grinding against each other, long tongues of flame appeared on the spears — thirty tongues of flame.
"Ptyoona!" (Ancient Elven Language: Spirit Wings)
A spray of bullets brushed past Metisha, and dust flew everywhere. The Silver Fairy Princess reacted immediately, and the first thing she did was to raise her spear. Spiritual power was born from her back, and with her movement, it spread out to both sides, forming a huge pair of wings made of light.
The girl stood in front of Brando, and all the bullets were blocked by the hexagonal crystal lattice. For a moment, half of the arena was filled with flashing sparks, and the clanging sound was deafening. Everyone could not help but cover their ears when they saw this scene.
The Type IV Hunter Riders then turned their target to Metisha, who was the center of the Spirit Wings, but Brando had already raised his hand and pointed downwards.
He stood on the other side of the arena, and pointed at the metallic Knight, as if he was a commander giving orders.
A buzzing sound came from the sky, and the holy sword began to glow, and then became white hot. After the white hot light lit up, it quickly gathered into a dazzling light at the tip of the sword, and in the next moment, thousands of arrows were fired.
It was an unforgettable scene for everyone present.
Kodan, Joka, Cohen, and Maher were all thinking about what was going to happen next.
But even after exhausting their imaginations, they were still shocked by the spectacle of the next moment.
Countless rays of light pierced into the ground in an instant. The air between the scorching light pillars seemed to have evaporated, giving people the illusion that the entire arena would be vaporized into ashes in the next moment.
At that moment, Kodan suddenly remembered a phrase that the Cruz ancestors used to describe war in their Pale Poem:
'We saw the clouds parting and the sky turning crimson red. Steel seemed to be burning as it fell from the sky. Golden rain pillars fell diagonally onto the ground, and all living things fell into a sea of fire.
It was so fitting.
Kodan had experienced the November War and witnessed the destructive power of the wizards. They could even destroy an entire army with a wave of their hand. However, that was already in the past. Kodan thought that he would never return to that nightmarish battlefield again. But now, this familiar scene brought out the nightmare that had been buried in the deepest part of his heart, a nightmare that he would only occasionally see in his dreams.
Kodan did not realize that his pupils were dilating, his eyeballs were trembling, and his breathing had quickened. He instinctively reached for his sword, but he grabbed nothing but air.
Kodan broke out in a cold sweat, and then he remembered where he was. He was still in shock. He looked at the flames burning between the sky and the ground, and he was shocked by the power of the wizards.
However, the metal creatures in the battlefield were more sensitive than him. The Type-IV Hunters' reactions were simple. They stopped attacking at the same time and turned the yellow runes in front of them. As they did so, the rocks under the horses' feet rumbled and rose from the ground to form a rock barrier.
The golden beam of light then fell from the sky and hit the rock wall. The rain of light splashed like molten steel on the outermost layer of the magically reinforced rock wall. The rock layer below was burned red, but it did not fall apart.
The youths who were watching this scene from afar opened their mouths wide. A battle of this level had already exceeded the limits of their imagination. Whether it was the destructive rain of light that fell from the sky or the rock defense that could block such an attack, it was enough to deeply shock them.
Joka did not move. Maher subconsciously retreated until he hit the bars on the other side of the cage. When he realized that, his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
There was a layer of golden light in the deepest part of Cohen's eyelids. He clenched his fists tightly and stared at the scene without moving. Unlike most of the people who were attracted by the beautiful magical effects, he was looking at Brendel who was in charge of all of this.
"This is … …" Jutta grabbed the bars with both her hands. The rain of light seemed to have penetrated into the deepest part of her soul, causing her to tremble.
Only now did she realize how insignificant she and her mercenary group were, and how laughable their persistence was. There was no reason for this young man to appear here. She understood that even in this old kingdom, this kind of power was worthy of respect. As long as he was willing, he could obtain more power and authority than he currently had under any faction.
Graudin's territory was nothing more than a joke to the mercenary leader. She could not understand why someone with such power would choose to live in such a barren land.
He was even willing to fight against Count Randner and Erouine's Upper Plane.
Jutta suddenly realized that she could not think of a single possibility that could explain all of this.
But she finally remembered that night when Graudin received all the rewards he deserved. That night changed the course of everyone's lives. The young man brought the little girl with him, and the determination in his eyes.
"He is an envoy sent by the heavens to raise a flag for everyone. When people gather under this flag, everything will change."
Jutta suddenly remembered a passage in the Pale Poem that described the Azure Knight. She felt that this passage was very apt.
A few hundred years ago, this passage was also used to describe the late King Erik.
The defensive spells of the Type-IV Hunters only managed to buy them a brief moment of respite. As the second and third beams of light converged on a single point, the magical defenses quickly fell apart. The sturdy rock layer was vaporized by the high temperature, and the metal with a higher melting point was melted into molten steel that seeped out from within.
The scene resembled the egg white that flowed out of a broken eggshell, but this egg white was a dazzling golden-red and had a temperature of hundreds or even thousands of degrees. When the red-hot metal flowed onto the sand, the sand immediately crystallized and formed a smooth layer.
In less than a minute, the beams of light disappeared one after another. When the last beam of light disappeared, the arena was dead silent.
Smoke curled up from most of the crystallized sand. The destroyed, charred rock fortresses stood lifelessly on one side of the arena.
There were no survivors. The Type IV Hunters had all melted into a pile of metal debris in their own graves.
Even Metisha, who was on the battlefield, was shocked. The Elven princess looked up at the rows of Holy Swords in the sky, and then looked at Brando. "Did we pass just like that, my lord?" She could not help but ask softly.
"What else do you want?"
Brando shrugged in annoyance. [Judging from her tone, it seems like she still thinks it's not enough?] If it wasn't for the fact that he was a Planeswalker, these thirty over Type IV Hunter Riders would have given him a hard time.
But he put down his hand, feeling that it was too good to be in control like this. The only pity was that the attack power of the Holy Swords was still a little too low. The three beams of light combined almost couldn't penetrate the Silver pinnacle defense.
The arena was silent. It seemed that Brando's actions had made the builder of the Sanctum feel embarrassed.
The sudden silence made the young man secretly alert. He knew that the Arena of Destiny was not without the possibility of tailor-made difficulty. Because this place was built on a material foundation, in the words of the players, it was actually a kind of pain in the ass to challenge oneself.
But after a moment of silence, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Three challenges completed. Additional rewards received."
Brando was stunned. "I almost forgot about that!" He couldn't help but want to slap his forehead. He had always been clear about the rules of the Arena of Destiny in The Amber Sword. The first challenge here was often mandatory, and although the second challenge was optional, there were no benefits.
And only after two challenges, the player had the right to choose to challenge the 'core reward'. The number of challenges required for the 'core reward' was two, which meant that if a person wanted to complete this dungeon, they would have to challenge it at least four times.
And at most, there was no upper limit.
Of course, the so-called 'core reward' here was the Halran Gaia. Brando looked in that direction. If he wanted to get that sword, he would have to go through at least two challenges.
And there was an additional rule here. That was, from the third time onwards, every successful challenge would receive additional rewards. The rewards would get better and better, and even have the possibility of surpassing the core reward. But it was said that it would take at least thirty challenges, but that was a rule that players found out in the later stages of the game. Now, Brando didn't even dare to think about it.
"Do you want to receive the reward?"
Brando looked at the row of fluorescent words that appeared on his retina, and answered in his mind, "Of course."
"Please select your interface." Another row of words appeared.
Brando was slightly stunned. He had never heard of such a thing as selecting an interface. He thought for a moment, and then continued to read.
Sure enough, the green text changed again.
General interface –
Planeswalker interface –
"Huh?" Brando was dumbfounded. He had never heard of a game where there would be additional choices for quest rewards due to a change in class. Although there were different rewards for some quests, there was one point, and that was that they were originally there. They were not extra rewards after you advanced into a certain class!
He looked at the two options and hesitated for a moment. But in the end, he decided to give it a try.
"Planeswalker interface."
The scene changed again.
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