"Be careful!" Scarlet suddenly shouted as Brando focused on dealing with Andesha's attack. Brando's heart skipped a beat as he turned around, only to see a ray of black light coming at him.
Brando did not have time to react, but his rich combat experience made him lunge forward. He felt a sharp pain in his back as he was shot.
"Damn it!" Brando cursed as he gritted his teeth in pain. He had already guessed who the attacker was, and the only one who could have attacked him from that direction was Amman. But he was surprised that Amman did not die. After taking a hit from Halran Gaia, he was hit by an arrow as well.
"Damn, is that guy a cockroach that can't be killed?"
In Brando's experience, a cleric was just a cloth armor class. He would not survive such an attack, even if he was an undead.
He immediately turned around and saw Amman crawling up from the rubble, stones and debris falling from his body. However, the priest who betrayed the Holy Cathedral of Fire was equally surprised. He probably did not expect Brendel to be able to dodge his attack. "Huh?" He looked at Brando with a strange expression and said, "I have seen the most elite soldiers of the Holy Cathedral of Fire before. You are not as simple as a nobleman of Erouine."
Amman was quite a distance away from Brando, but his voice could easily reach him. Brando knew that it was a communication spell.
Brando cursed in his heart. If he was just a nobleman, would he appear in this place? He checked his injuries. The green light projected on his retina constantly refreshed the data, quantifying the damage. Brando took a look and found that it was less than ten percent of his life force.
But because he had used his blood to feed the Golden Tree, or perhaps it should be called a magical thorn, he had lost too much blood. His life force had turned yellow.
In fact, Brando could feel weakness creeping up his limbs, and a heavy feeling seemed to be dragging him to the ground.
"I have to end this quickly." He shook his head and tried to stay awake.
The situation was not good. Even though the ground was covered in thorns, Greysword Saint-mephistopheles did not have the upper hand against Andesha in the air. It was just that the Lord of Withering Weeds was in a hurry to leave the area, and Mephistopheles was able to hold his ground for the time being.
Andesha should be aware of this, and if this situation continues, it will be disadvantageous for her. She will definitely find an opportunity to break the stalemate. "Brendel analyzed in his mind as he stared at Amman who was not far away.
He knew that the Tree Herders were not benevolent people. Even if there was only a sliver of hope, they would fight to the death.
The battle above him would end quickly, but he did not have the time to care about other things. Amman was right in front of him, and it seemed like he had planned this beforehand. Otherwise, he would not have pretended to be killed when he was hit by the Petrification Arrow. Brando believed that not only him, even Andesha thought that her 'companion' was dead.
"But this guy is' resurrecting 'now. Is it because he saw that Andesha's situation is not good? Or is it because of other reasons? "Brando frowned. If it was the latter, it meant that Amman had some sort of confidence.
It was like a schemer coming out from behind the scenes. Unless he was forced to do so, he must have the confidence to win. Even if he thought that he could win, it was still the same.
Where did his confidence come from?
These thoughts flashed through Brendel's mind for a moment. Then, he heard the sound of footsteps. Veronica was already beside him. The plaza was already in ruins from the previous attack.
Veronica was also frowning. She knew Amman better than Brando. She did not like this Cleric as he was too shrewd. But such a gloomy person would definitely not stand in front of the stage so casually.
There seemed to be a thick smell of conspiracy in the air.
Amman looked at the two of them with a smile, as if he had seen through their thoughts. "You must be curious as to why I am here. But this is indeed surprising. Valhalla actually exists. No matter what, I have to thank you for helping me." He took out a book from his bosom as he spoke. The book was covered in black smoke, and it was obvious that it was not a good item. Or rather, it was more like an evil item.
"Amman, what are you talking about?" Veronica frowned and asked.
"Veronica, you still don't understand? Valhalla has maintained the stability of the Loop of Trade Winds for thousands of years. As long as we destroy that hidden flame, not to mention Erouine, even the Cruz Empire will be greatly affected. It is an honor to be able to destroy an empire with my own hands. " Amman opened the book in his hand and said, "Not to mention, legend has it that Valhalla hides a secret about history. You and I are fortunate enough to witness it all."
"You are crazy!" Veronica frowned. Although she did not like this Cleric, she could not help but be shocked to hear him say such words.
"No, don't you always call us crazy?" Amman shook his head and smiled sanctimoniously, "In fact, we are all the same. The Cruz Empire has been killing for thousands of years to conquer. Compared to them, our actions are relatively more noble."
"You are simply twisting words and forcing logic!" Veronica's sword-like eyebrows stood up. Her last word seemed to be dragged out as she charged straight at Amman. One person and one sword, like a hazy green light.
However, Amman seemed to have expected this. He opened the book in his hand, and a black curtain of light suddenly appeared a hundred feet away from him. Veronica's sword landed squarely on the curtain of light. Not only did it have no effect, but a strong light flashed on the curtain of light and almost knocked her sword out of her hand.
The Sword Saint took a step back with difficulty and barely managed to regain control of Azure Firmament. However, the huge force on her arm forced her to kneel down and let out a muffled groan.
"It doesn't matter if you are twisting words and forcing logic. Veronica, if you have any last words, you can tell me. I will respect your choice." Amman held the book in one hand and looked down at the Sword Saint condescendingly.
He said it so casually, as if the life and death of everyone present was in his hands.
Andesha, who was fighting Mephisto in the air, became even more dissatisfied when she saw this scene. Her 'comrade' clearly had the ability to deal with Mephisto easily, but he chose to feign death and put her in a difficult position.
Even if she knew that their so-called 'cooperation' was not worth mentioning, she still couldn't help but roar: "Hamir, why aren't you getting rid of those bastards? What are you waiting for?!"
However, Amman only raised his head and glanced at the sky as if he didn't care about Veronica at all. He then lowered his head and continued to speak to Veronica: "So, what do you think of my suggestion?"
Veronica held her numb wrist and looked at Amman with a gloomy expression. She didn't expect this Cleric to be hiding his strength all this time. At least from this spell, his strength wasn't inferior to Andesha's.
The huge difference in strength made her heart turn cold. Andesha alone was enough to make them use all their strength to deal with her, and now there was another Cleric. Veronica couldn't think of a way to win.
But just as she lowered her head and thought of a way to turn the tables, Brando's voice suddenly rang out: "Don't listen to him.
That's just the power of the book. The Wall of Chaos only has three chances of absolute defense. I bet that guy doesn't have the ability to cast it a second time! "
The young man's voice startled Veronica. Although she didn't dare to believe Brando's words, she saw Amman's expression as if he had seen a ghost when she looked up. However, the traitor of the Holy Cathedral of Fire wasn't in the mood to pursue this matter. When Brando said those words, he felt like his head had been hit by a meteor.
Because Brando wasn't wrong at all.
Although the Green Sword Saint was a woman, she had rich experience in the battlefield. She only needed to look at Amman's expression to know that Brando was telling the truth. At least, most of it was true. She immediately had a plan in her mind and rushed towards Brendel with her sword.
When Amman reacted, it was already too late. He cursed under his breath: "Damn it!" He grabbed the book in his hand and retreated. At the same time, he released two rays of black light from his hands in an attempt to stop Veronica's actions.
Unfortunately, the gap between him and the Empire's Goddess of War was too big. Veronica easily passed through the gap between the two rays of black light and slashed her sword at the black screen.
The screen flashed, and Amman panicked as he tried to think of a way to block it again. But at this time, he saw Brando in the distance taking out a longbow from under his cloak.
"Bastard!" Amman cursed. Brando's actions were always perfect. He even suspected that the two of them were long-time partners. But he didn't know that with Brando's current experience, he could easily work with anyone.
The bowstring twanged, and the black screen disintegrated.
Veronica immediately took the opportunity to charge forward, but she didn't expect Brando to stop her. "Careful, retreat! The Book of Mavicaert is not that simple! "
The Sword Saint completely believed Brendel's words at this moment. She stopped abruptly, and in a moment, less than five feet in front of her was instantly annihilated by the collapse of the Mana. The rocky surface was actually turned into fine powder under the huge pressure. If she had taken half a step forward before, she would have been crushed to pieces.
After the terrifying tremor, the square was once again filled with smoke and dust.
Veronica couldn't help but take a light breath and look back at Brando.
"Be careful, he still has room to fight back." But Brando's voice continued to come from behind the smoke. He put down Halran Gaia, but his tone was not relaxed.
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