'Bang!' A crisp sound was heard, and the arched window shattered like butterflies. The cultists swarmed into the hall. Some of them were wearing the robes of monk soldiers, while others were wearing the clothes of the nobles. Their faces were cold as steel, and the swords in their hands glinted coldly. Two hundred years ago, during the Age of Glory, the nobles of Aouine had followed King Erik through fire and water, and all of them were skilled in archery and horse riding. But now, most of the nobles in the kingdom were living like a drunken stupor. Facing such a vicious person, they were like a collapsing wall that retreated, and for a moment, screams and roars of fear filled the air.
Among the crowd, only the princess and her entourage stood firm, like a reef in the ebbing tide. The nobles still remembered the majesty of the royal family. Even if they wanted to retreat, they still avoided Princess Gryphine. Arreck and the other archdukes were in a similar situation, but because of this, they were particularly eye-catching in the hall. The cultists were like tigers in a flock of sheep, cutting a path through the crowd with their swords. It was as if they were cutting off thorns instead of human limbs. Blood flowed like a river, and the screams of fear finally turned into mournful howls.
Gryphine's face was as cold as steel. No matter what, everyone present was once her father's subjects. Now that they were dead under the swords of these cultists, she was angry at the Holy Cathedral for not doing anything. On the other hand, she gently held the hand of Wolf Knight beside her. "Oberwei."
"Your Highness." The Great Daoist Master of the palace raised his snow-white eyebrows and shouted before she could, "I know what order you want to give, but please take back your order and quickly hide in a safe place. It's not good to stay here for long. This area is under the jurisdiction of the Holy Cathedral. The archbishop will naturally give us an explanation. We don't have to overstep our boundaries. "
"The kingdom's subjects are bleeding and sacrificing their lives. Since when did Cruz have the right to interfere in Erouine's internal affairs?" Princess Gryphine turned her head and asked coldly. At this moment, her aura was like an unsheathed sword. Her aura was so oppressive that Makarov, who was about to speak, stopped talking. Slyfox's face instantly changed. He couldn't help but muse to himself that this princess truly lived up to her reputation. Just by looking at her outward appearance, one would often be fooled by her soft, gentle side.
"Lord Oberwei, separate the crowd!" Gryphine's expression did not change. She took the sword from her guard's hand and tied up her long silver hair with one hand. Her movements were neat and tidy.
The nobles were eager to make way, but once they did, the ferocious cultists behind them would be exposed. Makarov, who was unarmed, couldn't help but realize that the cultists were at least at the pinnacle of Silver rank, and a few of them were even at the Gold rank.
However, it was unrealistic to retreat now. Erouine's cunning fox reacted quickly and immediately roared, "Oberwei, take the princess away. Leave this to us!"
Before he could finish his words, a pitch-black, slender, and broad-bladed longsword entered his sight.
"Ah, where did you get that sword from?" Everyone was shocked when they saw Brando pull out a sword that was half a man's height from under his cloak. Even Fleetwood, Oberwei, and Makarov were not allowed to carry weapons. Yet, this guy was able to pull out such a weapon without batting an eyelid. They couldn't help but curse the security of the Holy Cathedral.
Of course, they were wrong about the Holy Cathedral. Brando had inherited the Dimensional Space from Dark Bishop Amman. Let alone a small Halran Gaia, he could even fit a ballista into it.
Brando couldn't be bothered with them. There was a familiar scent in the air. He subconsciously stood in front of Gryphine and swung his sword forward. Everyone was stunned. Brando's attack was clearly aimed at the air, but before they could react, a thin metallic sound pierced through the air. The space in front of Brando suddenly distorted and turned into an assassin wearing a grey robe and holding a longsword.
The assassin was also stunned. He didn't understand how he was discovered.
"Invisibility!" Makarov's expression changed.
Fleetwood remained silent. It was obvious that this wasn't an invisibility spell, but some kind of special ability. As an archmage who had stepped into the realm of Elemental Mastery, he had a number of detection spells. A mere invisibility spell was not enough to fool his eyes. But just now, even he didn't notice the assassin's existence. 'But how did this guy find out?' He looked at Brando, his deep eyes filled with doubt.
Of course, Brando wouldn't say that he had dealt with the Assassins of the Cross before. He frowned because these assassins weren't cultists, but special forces produced by a duchy near Erouine. That duchy was Cruz's vassal state. If there was anyone here who could mobilize these assassins, the biggest suspect would be the Holy Cathedral of Fire.
But at the same time, his hands didn't slow down. He used both hands to deflect the assassin's weapon and swung downwards without any fancy moves. This kind of fighting style was very different from normal swordsmanship. The assassin obviously didn't expect Brando's swordsmanship to be so lacking in beauty. He didn't even have time to raise his sword and was cut in half.
With a loud crash, blood and organs splattered all over the ground. The assassin's longsword also fell to the ground. It was only then that the crowd reacted. Oberwei stared at Brando with sparkling eyes, while Makarov and Fleetwood gasped at the same time. They had more or less seen the improved military swordsmanship from Maynild and Freya, but it was the first time they saw such a sharp and direct swordsmanship.
"You are Brando, the Brando of Tónigel, right?" Her Royal Highness was extremely intelligent. She had already seen the characteristics of Halran Gaia in Brendel's hand, and now that she saw his swordsmanship, she immediately frowned and asked.
Brando was stunned and turned to look at the future ruler of Erouine. Gryphine's beautiful face had some kind of expectation. Thinking about the future of the princess, his heart softened and he nodded. The half-elf girl was stunned for a moment. In her letter, the knight had jokingly said that he would come to Ampere Seale to protect her. She thought that it was just a compliment, but she did not expect that the knight she had never met before would actually come.
"I didn't expect you to really come …"
"Of course, I'm a man of my word." Brando turned to face the assassin and replied.
"Then are you here for me?" Princess Gryphine asked softly. There was nothing to be shy about. A Knight fighting for a beautiful princess was the most romantic thing in the world. Whether it was Erouine or Cruz, commoners or nobles, this was a legendary story that everyone loved to talk about. Besides, Gryphine had never doubted her charm. However, Makarov and Fleetwood frowned behind her back.
"Maybe that's the reason," Brando hesitated for a moment, but did not hide it. "But this time, I'm here for Erouine."
"For Erouine?" Gryphine was stunned.
"I don't believe anyone else," Brando raised his sword and replied, "can pick up the flag of the late King Erik because it's too glorious. How can a person who hides in filth tolerate it?"
The half-elf princess smiled and could not help but nod. Her eyes lit up.
"We'll talk about it later." Brando looked straight ahead, his expression unchanged. Multiple cultists were rushing in through the gap in the crowd. At this time, he had already noticed that there were fewer cultists attacking Duke Seifer and Arreck from other directions. More than half of the cultists that rushed into the hall were coming straight for them. Brando knew exactly what was going on. He could not help but sneer. Luckily, he was here. If he was not, the future Princess Regent might really be in danger.
Everyone knew that a royal mage's strength was weaker than a warrior's when they were not prepared. Makarov and Fleetwood were obviously not a match for these 'assassins' with their bare hands. The enemy must have predicted that the princess would stay behind, and with today's situation, this was clearly an assassination that had been planned for a long time. Brendel's brows furrowed, and he even suspected Archbishop Wood as well.
Brando only knew that this did not happen in the Ampere Seale Conference in history. History had changed, but he had no idea where it came from. However, he was not nervous. These cultists wanted to win with numbers, but they did not know that he was not afraid of group battles. Thinking of this, he looked at Duke Seifer and Duke Arreck who were not far away. Although he did not know what was going on, it seemed that these two guys were the masterminds. Brando smiled disdainfully. "Since you want to play, I'll give you a gift."
At this time, there were already eight Gold rankers among the cultists. This number was quite impressive in Erouine's eyes. It was almost equal to half of the forces fighting for the throne. Including Oberwei, no one believed that they could win. Even if Brando was included, the princess only had three Gold rankers.
"Brando, can you buy me some time? I can summon those things from that night." At this time, the countess pulled Brando's sleeve and whispered.
Brando looked at the pale Dilferi and suddenly felt a little apologetic. "If you summon those things, the Holy Cathedral will find trouble with you."
"It's okay, I can still summon some other creatures." Dilferi replied softly. "If I don't summon them, we will all die here."
"It's a pity that I don't have a wand." Fleetwood could not help but feel annoyed. "Otherwise, it would be too easy to deal with these guys. But it's the same now. If you can buy me a few minutes, I can easily take care of them all. " The old man could not help but secretly blame the Holy Cathedral of Fire. If it were not for the Holy Cathedral's reputation, he would not be in such a sorry state even if he did not have a wand.
"A few minutes is impossible." Makarov shook his head. "Unless you have a weapon." He looked at Brando. Just when Brando thought that this guy was going to betray him again, the cunning fox that Erouine used to be sighed and asked, "Brando, how is Scarlet?"
"She's fine. She came this time." Brando was stunned for a moment before answering.
"You shouldn't have brought her here." Makarov shook his head. Forget it, I have no right to lecture you. Although we only met once, I'll leave the princess to you. Please send the princess and the countess out safely. Leave this place to me. "
Brando was stunned for a moment, but he suddenly understood. Makarov had his eyes on his talent. He obviously had a good impression of the Royal Faction, and he was also a genius who reached the Gold realm before the age of twenty. The cunning fox thought highly of his future potential and the power behind him, so he was willing to sacrifice himself to send him away. Brando did not doubt that if his talent was average, Makarov would not hesitate to use him as a scapegoat.
But even so, Makarov's actions still touched him. No matter what, people with perseverance were worthy of respect. There were no cowards in the Royal Faction. For some reason, Brando felt like he had returned to the days when he and his friends fought side by side for Erouine.
He felt his blood boiling as he smiled. "Actually, you don't have to do this, Mr. Cunning Fox."
"Huh?" Makarov was stunned. He turned around and saw two doors of light open beside Brando.
"Andrique, Mephistopheles, kill these guys!"
Brando swung Halran Gaia forward, and a transparent ripple appeared in the air. It was the power of Elemental Energy. Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. Reaching the Gold rank and touching the wall of Elemental Energy were two different concepts. In this world, only those with great talent had the opportunity to touch the Elemental Energy. Some people could reach the peak of the Gold rank for their entire lives, but they could not even touch the slightest bit of Elemental Energy. However, Brando was clearly one of the few who could do it.
At the same time, two silver figures stepped out from the door of light. The situation on the battlefield was instantly reversed.
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