There were a total of five hundred and seventy-three sets of armor from the Temple of Light in the Dimensional Space. These were used by the monk soldiers, and they were all Bronze-grade equipment. There were also a few sets of Silver-grade armor for the Knight of the Temple. There were Life Crystals and Anti-Magic Circles on them, which could protect vital parts from attacks and increase magic resistance. Among the standard equipment, these were considered very high quality goods.
There were also weapons, mainly two-handed swords and longswords. The shiny blades were branded with the symbol of a flame, which was also a product of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. Brando thought about it carefully and knew that these things must have been prepared by Amman for the rebels of the Tree Herders. Now that they had become his spoils of war, he could use them to equip the White Lion Legion. Of course, he had to think of a way to change their appearance.
These standard equipment were neatly stacked together. Not far from them, there was another pile of messy equipment floating in the Dimensional Space. These should be the spoils of war that Amman had obtained from the enemy. However, there were no high quality goods, and it seemed that Amman didn't care much about these things. He didn't even bother to organize them, and just casually piled them into a pile.
However, Brando was slightly surprised because he saw a silver accessory with a dark black gem floating outside the pile of equipment. It seemed to have been put in last. He was very familiar with all kinds of equipment. As soon as he saw it, he felt that it looked familiar. He couldn't help but reach out and grab it.
Only then did he see that the black gem in the center of the silver accessory had a silver rune that seemed to be naturally formed. "This is …" Brando recognized that this was a high-grade amulet. This amulet was called "Tears of the Lich." The equipment level was actually above Fantasy. When he looked at the effects, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.
Tears of the Lich (Item Level 300 OZ): Hardens the skin, increases HP by 300, Defense by 1, Necromancy Curse by 1. Activation Rune: Instantly cast a spell below Circle 8. (0/30)
"So that's how it is. It's actually this thing." There was no doubt that this was what Amman had relied on to instantly cast several defensive spells. Seeing the (0/30) energy pool at the back, Brando knew that this thing should be similar to the Ring of the Wind Empress. Every instant cast would consume a bit of energy, and the total energy limit was 30. Once it was used up, it would take some time to refill. However, it would take a few hours to fill up the Ring of the Wind Empress. Who knew how long this thing would take?
But even so, this thing was abnormal enough. Not only could it instantly cast a total of 30 Circle Spells, but it also provided a shocking amount of Attributes. 300 HP, + 1 Defense, and a Level 1 Undead Curse. Before the Perfect Body, the character's HP was equivalent to the basic HP, plus the level correction and the Constitution multiplied by 2. As a Warrior, one of the most tanky professions, Brando's HP was only about 411 at the moment. Wearing this thing directly doubled his HP.
He couldn't help but exclaim in his heart. No wonder Amman was like a cockroach. He was clearly a Mage, but he was still fine after taking a few hits from him. Damn it, with this equipment, even if he couldn't catch up to a Warrior of the same level, he would at least be on par with a Ranger. Brando couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat off his forehead. There were too many strange equipment in The Amber Sword. Judging by common sense, you could fail miserably at any time. This sentence was true.
However, Brando also knew that although this amulet looked a little abnormal, it was still a high-level equipment. Normally speaking, an equipment with a Level 300 Energy Rating should only be available after level 5 or 60 for a single profession. The highest Energy Rating he had on him was Halran Gaia, which was over 100. An average person at his level would only be able to equip an item of around 300 Energy Rank. If he were to wear this amulet, he would probably have to strip naked and run around naked.
But this wasn't a problem for him. After Andesha used the Blood of Gods to mess with his body, it wasn't strange to say that his body was no different from a monster's. Even if he didn't rely on any level adjustments, his 124 Willpower allowed him to equip up to 1240 OZ. Basically, he was on par with a single Level 100 character. It was too easy for him to equip equipment that was 20 or 30 levels above him.
Since that was the case, Brando naturally wouldn't be polite and directly put away the amulet. After taking stock of the equipment in the Dimensional Cave, it had only been a minute or two since he had entered the pit. But at this moment, footsteps could be heard from the fog outside.
"Scarlet?" Brando thought for a moment and felt that it was unlikely. Scarlet's footsteps weren't that heavy, so it should be a man. He thought for a moment and casually put the fragment of the Book of Mavicaert back into the Dimensional Hole, then bound the silver line with his Psychic Energy. This way, as long as he was still alive, no one would be able to open the Dimensional Hole.
After all, Dimensional Holes were different from Dimensional Bags. Dimensional Holes were at least a thousand times more expensive than Dimensional Bags in The Amber Sword, but the volume of the two was similar. This was because Dimensional Bags were too easy to break. Although they had Dimensional attributes, the outer layer of the bag was about the same as a normal Dimensional Bag. Once it was broken, the player would often have to pay a huge price.
In the past, Brendel had seen some extremely wretched people who simply stuffed their Multi-Dimensional Pouch into their underwear to ensure that the person was there and the Multi-Dimensional Pouch was there. Of course, this was the wisdom of the general public. After all, there was no such thing as the most wretched player, only the more wretched ones.
As he was thinking about these messy things, the footsteps above his head were getting closer and closer. Brando looked up and squinted his eyes to see a tall figure appear behind the fog. As he expected, it was Greysword Saint-mephistopheles.
"You'd better come and see this." Mephistopheles stood on the pit and looked down at him. The middle-aged man's grayish-brown eyes were still a little too calm, so calm that a needle would fall without a sound. It was as if he had chased Brando and Scarlet all over the mountain earlier was an illusion. The Ash Sword Saint didn't care at all.
Brando didn't know how this guy's personality was developed, but it seemed that he was really arrogant. How should he put it, a little too proud. But he had to admit that without this kind of pride in his bones, how would he dare to challenge an entire Empire?
"What's going on?"
"There's something under the ruins."
Something? If he wasn't mistaken, this square should be a gathering place for the ancient Silver Folk. It was just a market, so what could be under the market? But Brando wouldn't jump to conclusions. He nodded to Mephistopheles and climbed out of the pit.
"You're not guarding against that man?" Orthlyss asked in his mind.
"Don't worry, I know this guy better than Veronica." Brando replied. With the Ash Sword Saint's personality, he wouldn't even bother to make a sneak attack. If it wasn't for the matter of revenge against the Empire, he wouldn't even look at him. Besides, they were now in the same boat, and Mephistopheles was a man of his word. He would never do something like humiliating himself.
Brando climbed up, and as expected, Mephistopheles watched him from beginning to end. But Brando's unguarded behavior still surprised him. It was definitely not an act. People who could do this were either idiots or geniuses. Of course, Brando didn't look like an idiot. Otherwise, the Amman who had just died would probably come back to life in anger. Then, the only possibility left was that he was a genius.
The Sword Saint in the eyes of others didn't show any emotion on his face, but he never stopped scheming in his mind. Of course, he didn't consider the possibility of success or failure in his deal with Veronica, but he never considered the possibility of relying on others. As long as Brando agreed to give him one-third of the territory, he could build this country on his own. But now, after seeing Brando's performance, Mephistopheles's heart wavered a little. Perhaps cooperating with this young man wasn't a bad thing after all. It was always pleasant to work with smart people. Besides, Brando was only in his early twenties, and he already had such achievements. Perhaps the future Dukedom would need his protection.
Of course, Mephistopheles wasn't stupid enough to think that he could live forever. That was the thought of those who thought they were the center of the world. After his death, whether the Dukedom could continue to exist or whether he could find a suitable successor was still unknown.
Brando came up to him and asked: "Where is it?" Of course, he didn't know that Mephistopheles's mind was in turmoil. His original thoughts had changed several times, and this change was reflected in his tone: "It's here. I'll take you to see it."
Brando was stunned and looked at him with some surprise.
The place Mephistopheles found was in a corner of the plaza. The place had been destroyed by Andesha in the previous battle, revealing a dark space below. The Golden Brambles that had been rapidly growing had already extended in this direction. The dense, thorny branches extended into the depths of the pit as if they had been growing for thousands of years. If one did not look carefully, they would not have noticed that there was a man-made path at the bottom of the pit.
This place was actually discovered by Scarlett, Sifrid, and Mephistopheles. They were guarding the entrance to the Golden Thorns. When Brando looked down, he immediately sucked in a breath of cold air: "It's an underground city!"
The first thing he saw was a layer of something that looked like a crystal sheet, about two fingers thick and a few meters wide, in the middle of the fault. These things appeared like a crystal lattice on the surface of the tunnel below. Brando had seen many things in his life, and he knew at a glance that it was a channel used to transmit energy. This meant that there was a center that supplied magic energy below the plaza.
After a bit of analysis, he came to the conclusion that the entire Valhalla's control center was in the underground city below. The buildings on top of the World Tree seemed to be nothing more than a smokescreen.
As for the so-called underground control center, as well as the center of the magic energy, Brendel could only think of one possibility after thinking about it.
The Flame Seed.
"Mister Sword Saint, I think you've found the big guy." He muttered to himself as he looked at the dark tunnel below. The crystal lattice patterns in the tunnel extended in a single direction. There was no doubt that as long as he followed these patterns, he would be able to easily find the final destination.
… …
Note: The amulet increases Necromancy Curses by 1. Similar to the D2 bonus, the amulet can only be used when the character has mastered the corresponding skill. This was slightly different from the Lion's Medal's Conflict Aura.
[Valhalla's chapters will probably end in three or four chapters. The battles and adventures have basically come to an end. It's mainly because the story dragged on for too long, and I spent a lot of time organizing my thoughts. So, I'm giving you a heads up.] (To be continued. If you like this story, you're welcome to come to qidian.com to vote. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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