"Alright then, little one." Veronica looked at Brando with her emerald eyes. She had obtained the answer she wanted from Brando, so she was not as direct as before: "Then I'll go to the west to take a look. Of course, if I find anything, I'll inform you first." She said with a smile.
Brando pursed his lips. He did not know why, but Veronica seemed to have an inexplicable tolerance for him. She liked to tease him when she had nothing to do. But putting aside Cruz's identity, the Goddess of War's way of doing things was enough to make him admire her. Besides, maintaining a personal relationship with a Countess of the Empire was not a bad thing for him. It was just that the two of them were destined to plot against each other on the level of the Empire.
"As long as there are enough mutual benefits, it's enough for now." Brando needed a breather to grow stronger, and this agreement with Veronica might be able to help him achieve that. Thus, both of them obtained the most satisfactory results, and their cooperation was quite pleasant.
At this time, the Empire's Legion Commander had already left the plaza with the little princess of the Flower Domain. Before she left, Brando saw her stopping beside Mephisto. He did not know what she said, but the famous Ash Sword Saint turned around to look at him.
Andesha was naturally taken away, and only the few of them were left in the plaza. Sifrid had been quietly holding onto his hand since the beginning. She had always been a calm and steady person. Brando knelt down to help her wipe the dust off her face. He looked at the little girl who had a head of long, vine-like hair that reached her ankles. He suddenly felt a little worried that she would grow up to be like Scarlett.
Even though her lack of mouth was a cute trait, Brando was still worried about her mental state. He turned around to look at the red-haired girl, and his strange gaze made her feel a little strange. She silently lowered her head and frowned. [Is my face dirty? Why would my lord keep looking at me like that?]
[Does he want to help me wipe my face?] She suddenly recalled the scene of Brando kneeling beside Sifrid and carefully cleaning her face. She could not help but feel a little restless. She did not know if she should accept or reject his request.
But Brando only looked at her for a little while longer. Amman's corpse was still in the plaza, and that was the thing that he was interested in. Brando knew that a person like Amman would definitely have a lot of good things on him. At the very least, the equipment that allowed him to instantly cast high-grade defensive spells was priceless in the game. However, the Chaos energy of the Annihilation Black Hole contained contained the Law of the Law of Annihilation. Even a piece of equipment like the Azure Firmament could not withstand it. but it was useless.......... there, there was one thing he regretting it... the Chaos Chaos energy's Law of the Law of Amman's..... but the Law of course, the Black '' '''s's,. and.... the Chaos..... God, Annihilation... but. it..
. The fragment of the Book of Mavicaert.
A fragment of a fake Divine Artifact would be considered a high-grade material in the game.
The place where the Annihilation Black Hole had been destroyed was now a bottomless pit. Smoke curled up from the bottom of the pit, and the surroundings were silent. Brendel was not used to there being no players fighting for equipment after a BOSS fight. He slid to the bottom of the pit three steps at a time, and his eyes twitched. Amidst the black smoke at the bottom of the pit, there was a ball of black light floating in the air. Even though Brando had never seen a fragment of the Book of Mavicaert before, he could recognize it at a glance.
A Divine Artifact was far stronger than a normal equipment. Even if it was damaged, the Threads of Law that were attached to it would still remain. The ball of black light was a pure remnant of the Law of Chaos, Entropy, and the Law of Dissociation. In fact, all fragments of high-grade equipment were the same.
As soon as he got close, he could feel a strong aura. Brando did not know how to deal with this thing. In the game, he rarely had the chance to come into contact with such a high-grade item. Even though this thing was a material, the Law of Dissociation was quite difficult to deal with. As it did not have a physical body, there was no way to put it in the backpack, unless there was something like a Dimensional Bag. However, Brando had never seen anything with Dimensional Attributes since he transmigrated.
He thought for a moment, and reached out his silver right hand that was wrapped in the Grip of Bahamut, and grabbed the ball of black light. The Grip of Bahamut was known as the Blessing of the Dragon King, and it was also a product of inheriting the Law of Dissociation. As soon as he grabbed the thing, he could not help but raise his eyebrows slightly. "Eh, this thing …" Brando was suddenly stunned, and his heart was filled with ecstasy. He realized that the Book of Mavicaert was purely a remnant of the Law of Order. After this thing was refined, it was actually the same thing as the magic that created monsters.
To put it simply, he realized that he could directly convert this thing into EXP that he could use! Brando almost screamed, because compared to the Book of Mavicaert's Law of Dissociation, monsters that were below Gold-grade were simply dregs. This thing was simply treated as a BOSS, and a BOSS that was close to the power of a Demigod.
The EXP of a BOSS that was over Level 160!
Moreover, this was not an era where monsters were everywhere 120 years after the Great Demonic Tide, and the World Leader BOSS's levels were all above Level 200. This was the Year of the Sword, when the War of the Black Rose had just broken out. In this era, even the Demigod Awakened Elemental Awakened Scarlet was considered a mini BOSS. An old witch like Andesha, who was almost Level 80 to Level 90, was considered a World Leader. "Oh my god, Martha, am I dreaming?" Brando suddenly felt like he had been hit by a huge pie in the sky. He had casually extracted twenty to thirty thousand EXP, and the ball of black light did not even seem to have the mood to reduce its size. Brando roughly estimated that this thing was worth at least tens of millions of EXP.
He could not help but curse in his heart. It seemed that he had never been so lucky since he transmigrated. Could this be the legendary saying that one who survives a great disaster is bound to have good fortune in the future? Of course, extracting EXP from this thing was not that easy, because the Law of a Divine Artifact was very tight. Extracting power from it was equivalent to stripping the Law from it. Brando felt resistance from the beginning of the extraction. Although this resistance would not affect him much, it would still take some time to absorb all the EXP.
He thought for a moment, and decided to find a way to keep this thing first. This was a rare treasure. Brando felt that even if he fell asleep with this thing in his arms, he would wake up with a smile. The EXP of a World Leader in the middle of the Demonic Tide was all for himself. This was something that he did not even dare to think about. But if he wanted to keep this thing, then the problem was back to square one.
Where was he going to get a Multi-Dimensional Bag?
Multi-Dimensional Bags were not rare in Wohnde, but they were not cheap either. The average person would definitely not be able to afford them, but people like Veronica and Mephisto would definitely have them. Brando thought for a moment, and decided to let the Ash Sword Saint bleed a little. Who asked him to help him restore his country? This could be considered as an early payment.
He immediately climbed out of the pit and prepared to 'borrow' a Multi-Dimensional Bag from Mephisto. But at this moment, a familiar voice rang in his mind. "Huh? This is a fragment of a Divine Artifact? How did you get it, little brother? "
It was the voice of Orthlyss.
In fact, ever since he encountered the remnant of the Dark Dragon Odin's will, Brando felt that Orthlyss had been in a deep sleep. He almost thought that the Dark Dragon had done something in secret. After all, Orthlyss was a subordinate of the Four Sages, and both sides were mortal enemies. But he did not expect that she would 'wake up' at this time.
"Orthlyss, where did you go?" Brando immediately asked. He wanted to confirm if Orthlyss had sensed Odin's presence.
"Call me big sister, little fool. Of course I saw that guy. He should have sensed my presence too." Orthlyss snorted and replied softly in his mind.
Brando could not help but grin.
"Then I …?"
"You accepted his inheritance, right? I know that too." Orthlyss's voice did not sound angry. Although Wind Elves had always been indifferent, Orthlyss's emotions were still very obvious. Brando could not tell that she was angry, but he knew that this big sister really did not mind. But he was a little puzzled. Logically speaking, the Four Sages and the Dark Dragon should be mortal enemies. Orthlyss gave her Ring of the Wind Empress to him, which meant that she had chosen him as her successor. How could she not mind him accepting the Dark Dragon's inheritance?
But Orthlyss seemed to have guessed Brando's doubts and replied: "There is no right or wrong in power itself. The most important thing is the person who controls it. Don't tell me that big sister doesn't have that much heart? I have high hopes for you, otherwise I would not have given you the ring. Besides, I also want to know what kind of inheritance that guy has — "
"It sounds like you admire that guy a lot?"
"Yes," Orthlyss did not avoid the topic and said in a reminiscing tone: "After all, he was our strongest opponent. Generally speaking, people who have reached his level of strength are bound to have charisma. But after all, we are not in the same camp, and we represent different ideals. As the saying goes, good and evil cannot coexist. But now that we are all dead, the hatred of the past has long disappeared. Now, all that is left is respect for the opponent — "
Hearing Orthlyss's answer, Brando could not help but be silent. If a person did not fight for personal hatred, but for faith, perhaps he was worthy of respect. But history was history, and it was not something that a bystander like him could easily understand. Because he was not in that era, perhaps he could not understand the ideas that belonged to that era.
"Then what happened to you before? He didn't do anything to you, right? " Brando asked again. Orthlyss did not mind the actions of the Dark Dragon, but now he was worried about the situation of this big sister Wind Elf. After all, the existence of the Dark Dragon was famous in history for being unforgivable.
The Elven Knight shook her head in his mind: "No, it's just that he passed some information about the inheritance to me, and I didn't react for a while."
"Information about the inheritance?" Brando thought to himself. What kind of inheritance did the Dark Dragon have to pass on to his enemy? Although it was said to be respect for the opponent, the enemy was still the enemy after all. Could it be that the consciousness of these two groups of people had really reached the legendary height of communism?
No matter how he thought about it, it was too strange.
But Orthlyss did not seem to want to talk about this issue in depth. She avoided the question and changed the topic: "By the way, my dear little brother, that guy seems to have awakened some of the ancient bloodlines in your body. I feel that you can learn some of my swordsmanship now."
"What?"
Brando felt that a big piece of meat had fallen from the sky, and it made him dizzy. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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