Chaig walked through the broken window with his arms around his waist. Together with him, seven pairs of iron-soled riding boots stepped on the broken glass and entered the hall. The eight of them stood up and drew their swords at the same time. The hall was a mess. Corpses were scattered all over the place, and blood flowed like a river. The cultists were everywhere, but the bodyguards of the important figures had already stabilized themselves. Among them, the princess and her entourage were particularly eye-catching. The young man beside Count Yanbao held a greatsword in his hand.
Chaig's gaze locked onto him. He squinted his remaining eye, and the muscles on his face twitched. Chaig had been famous among the mercenaries for a long time, but he was known for his ferocity. He turned around and saw that most of the other seven people were similar to him. Regardless of background or strength, the strength of a Gold Ranker was enough to shock anyone. Everyone nodded silently. Since they had already come here, there was only one possibility left in their hearts.
There was no turning back.
The eight high-ranking warriors took a step forward, and an invisible aura hit them in the face. The bodyguards beside the dukes were stunned. They stopped and looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Although there were no less than twenty Gold Rankers under any of the powerful figures present, most of the Gold Rankers were talents who could hold their own. The dukes ruled over vast territories, and their Gold Rankers rarely gathered together. At this moment, Gryphine seemed to have noticed something. She turned around and saw Duke Seifer smiling. His bodyguards had already stopped fighting. Duke Arreck's face was cold, and there was not a trace of emotion in his deep indifferent eyes. One of his hands was habitually pressed on the hilt of his sword, as if there was only air in front of him.
The other nobles were scared out of their wits. Marquis Balta of the Sword Castle seemed a little nervous. He could not help but lower his head when his eyes met with the beautiful half-elf girl's. Suddenly, Gryphine understood. Viero, Karsuk, Count Gray Mountain, and Count Vitokin had not appeared at the meeting. Their attitude was obvious. Gryphine clenched her teeth, lowered her eyelids, and moved.
When she raised her head again, Gryphine coldly glanced at the only two priests from the Holy Cathedral. The head of the Holy Cathedral did not appear at all, and these two priests would not be able to bear any responsibility.
Chaig frowned. There was no time to waste. He pointed at Fleetwood with bloodthirsty eyes and said, "That old man is a court mage. We can't let him finish his preparations." The eight of them nodded at the same time and bent down to attack the Royal Faction. At this moment, the surrounding nobles finally realized that the target of these vicious people was the princess. At this moment, they no longer cared about the dignity of the royal family and quickly moved aside.
At this moment, the flower of the royal family was no longer dazzling. The last of the colors on Aouine's flag gradually faded away.
The eight famous experts simultaneously assumed an attacking posture. The atmosphere on the field changed, causing everyone's expression to change.
However, the princess did not say a word. She did not say a word as she watched the scene coldly. She did not take a single step back. The unyielding strength that was nurtured in her bones seemed to have burst out at this moment, forming a towering banner. Even Brando could feel the hidden strength behind him. He sighed slightly. This was the belief in the glorious flag. When did the country of Erouine and its nobles reach this step?
There was no turning back.
Brando raised his sword.
"Haha, a genius!" Chaig's eyes lit up. He only just realized that Brando had touched the Elemental Wall. Geniuses were all proud, and Chaig's greatest hobby was to stifle this pride. He could not help but laugh cruelly. Although Brando was strong, he was still slightly weaker than him. Furthermore, he believed that with his battle experience, these hotheads could not compare to him.
Geniuses also needed time to cultivate, but they were often too young to have the time.
Chaig licked his lips as if he had tasted the sweet taste of victory and blood that he had been longing for. It was like a bloody wine flowing down a throat that had been dry for a long time. The carefree taste was enough to make one's every pore tremble in excitement. Every sword strike of Chai Ge's was perfect. It was because of this that he could enjoy the battle to his heart's content.
It was a stunning move. Even the most picky swordmaster would not be able to find a single flaw in it.
Princess Gryphine's expression changed when she saw this move. She was a famous swordswoman in the royal family, but after seeing the real battle, she realized how naive she was. She may have excellent swordsmanship, but only now did she understand why her swordsmanship teacher told her that she might need to experience one or two real battles to truly stand out.
That was the reason.
The antelope's antlers were untraceable.
Gryphine's lips moved, but she did not remind Brando, because that meant that she did not trust him. "Ah, be careful!" Count Yanbao, who was standing at the side, called out softly. Gryphine turned her head and glanced at her former close friend. She suddenly felt a little sad. As a member of the royal family, she was destined to have no freedom at all.
This was the so-called responsibility of the royal family.
Chaig's sword was already in front of Brando's eyes. The tip of the sword flashed with a cold light, bringing with it a cold aura of death.
But Brando was expressionless. He was unmoved. He raised his sword and parried the sword with the most standard move in the textbook. "So rigid —?" When the sound of metal clashing pierced through the air, it shook everyone's eardrums. But the first thing that came to everyone's mind was this: Everyone saw clearly that the young man beside Count Yanbao had used the most basic move of Erouine's military swordsmanship.
Raising the sword horizontally was the first thing that every soldier learned to protect themselves. But it was just the basics. It was like a clumsy instinctive reaction. In everyone's eyes, it was the worst response. Some people could not help but have the strange thought that this move was not worthy of Chaig's sword at all. But it did not matter. Anyone who knew a little about swordsmanship would understand that such a rigid response would at most force oneself into a dead end.
A master swordsman's sword would never only have one move.
Scared out of his wits? A trace of vigilance flashed in Chaig's remaining eye. Some people were called geniuses, so there must be a reason for them to be proud of them. Chaig was never careless, because his blind eye was used to prove this point. Brando's unexpected move, which looked like a desperate dog jumping over a wall, aroused a deep sense of vigilance in his heart. He felt his heart palpitate, and instinctively wanted to withdraw his sword and retreat.
But it was too late.
A sword suddenly appeared on his neck, and then it pierced through his neck. The dark blade tore through his flesh, and the scarlet liquid like a line cut through the air, and then turned into a bloody mist. The Halran Gaia broke his cervical vertebra, and let Chaig's last vision look around the hall. His unwilling gaze revealed the last thought of his glorious life.
How can he be so fast!?
There were two Brando in the hall.
Then they disappeared one by one.
Only the young man and his raised sword were left. The blade was flat and smooth, as black as ink, and the blade was shining. The whole manor was dead silent, as if the world had stopped at this moment. It made people see double, but all the fantasies eventually turned into nothingness. The soft breathing in the crowd was like ripples.
Devard the Eagle widened his eyes. He would always remember this sword technique, the sword technique that cut off his arm.
"Ah!"
"What sword technique is that!?"
Brando retracted his sword and turned around. No one dared to look at him. The Moon Inheritance, the head of the Three Swords, returned to the world after thousands of years. With just one look, it made people remember its shining pride forever. There were only seven people left, and with one face, the Gold Rank was destined to fall. Such a scene was destined to only happen in the terrible war decades ago, and hundreds and thousands of years later. Every war that shook people's hearts, the atmosphere of the fierce battle seemed to be directed at people's hearts.
People's hearts were shaken.
The seven Gold Rank warriors felt a chill run down their spines. They did not know how many years they had not experienced this feeling. In their eyes, Brando had turned into an ancient beast, and had coldly bared his white teeth. The battle instincts accumulated over the years made them react. The seven of them raised their swords, and the seven of them took a step forward. "Kill him!" There was no one else in the hall. They knew that this was a life and death battle, and there was only a thin line between victory and defeat.
The warriors united, and there was no longer a predetermined path on the battlefield. Brando turned his head, and the three of them went straight behind him. On the other side, the assassins formed a concentric circle on the battlefield. Brando could no longer see the figure behind him, and for some reason, Dilferi could not help but clench her hands nervously. Those were clearly the bandits who threatened her. "Be careful behind you!" But the fate of victory and defeat tied them together, and Count Yanbao finally could not help but remind them.
But the assassins might have forgotten that Brando was never alone.
The light door had already opened.
The snow-white slender hand grabbed the blade of his sword, and the magic sword seemed to be sucked into the metal, making a sad sound that made people's hearts ache. The Mephistopheles' eyes were shining with the light of battle. "Your opponent is me. Don't be rude to my master." It was only in front of Brendel that the Vampire Trap would show his docile side, while his wild side was like a raging river of blood.
The assassin's expression changed. He found that his sword had turned into a pile of scrap metal in the opponent's fair and weak hand.
What kind of power was this …
On the other side, the Vampire Princess did not say a word. As soon as she appeared, she used the blood as a sword, and the bright red liquid on the battlefield that was full of corpses and flowing into a river seemed to be given a new life. The girl's face was cold as she gently raised her hand. Like a blood-red rainbow, a splash of blood rose from the ground and gathered into a machete in her hand. One on the left and one on the right, a pair of wings spread out in the blood pool. With a dragon's roar, two blood-red dragons pulled out a huge body from the blood pool.
They raised their heads and stared coldly at the pitiful insects under their feet — the three assassins.
Brando bounced off the sword in front of him with a clang, and still had the time to look back and see this scene. He suddenly felt a little pity for the assassins who were fighting against Andrique. Andrique was an expert in blood magic, and these pitiful insects had killed so many people that blood flowed like a river, turning the hall into her territory. She was now at her peak, and Brando knew that he might not be able to win against her, let alone at this moment. As the saying goes, the sins of heaven can be forgiven, but the sins brought on by oneself are the hardest to bear.
But he still turned back and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Do you really think I can fight against seven of you? "
"Ah?" At this time, Oberwei, Makarov, and the female Knight beside Dilferi finally reacted. Brando's performance was too shocking, and they had forgotten that they were still in a battle of life and death. With the addition of five Gold Rankers and Brando's terrifying strength, the situation on the battlefield finally changed.
Mephistopheles dealt with his opponent first. His opponent was a strength-type swordsman, but unfortunately, humans were too weak compared to Blood Descendants in terms of strength. Not to mention, the speed of the Vampire Trap was enough to make him die a thousand times over. After the Mephistopheles figured out his opponent's attack pattern, he directly closed in and pierced his opponent's heart with his sword.
The next one to retreat was Brando. The reason why he delayed for a while was because he wanted to see through his opponent's swordsmanship. Unfortunately, he did not get what he wanted, so he had no choice but to use the Nine Luminaries Sword Art to kill his opponent in one clean blow.
But among the three of them, the one who had the easiest time was the Vampire Princess. Andrique did not even have to do anything. Dozens of people, including more than ten Silver Pinnacle experts, formed a blood dragon that suppressed the two assassins. After she threw a few negative black magic spells, the two assassins died with hatred in their hearts.
Out of the remaining three, the one who ended the battle the fastest was the Wolf Knight. It had to be said that Oberwei was a true swordsman. Although his opponent was weaker, his flawless swordsmanship allowed his opponent to understand the origin of his title, Lone Wolf. He was fast, accurate, and ruthless. Once he succeeded, he would retreat thousands of miles away without hesitation. He used a rapier, and his opponent almost died from excessive blood loss.
After Oberwei's battle, the Knight Nia and Makarov's battle also came to an end. To Brando's surprise, the Knight Nia was a Templar Knight just like him. Her skills as a Knight were superb. She was wearing heavy armor, and once she activated her Conflicting Halo, the assassin could not even get close to her. When the Mephistopheles joined the battle, the assassin could only admit defeat. Brando immediately understood why the Yanbao family chose her to be Dilferi's bodyguard. She was a super meat shield.
The weakest among them was no doubt Makarov. Makarov's skills were something to be proud of among the Erouine nobles, but he was a tactician after all. He was not good at fighting and was almost killed by his opponent. But at this time, Brando had already freed himself and blocked the opponent's attack with his sword. The assassin's expression changed as he realized that his companions were all dead. He was shocked, but he reacted quickly and retreated without hesitation.
At this time, Fleetwood finally made his move. He shouted, "Freeze!"
A ripple appeared in the air, and the assassin was nailed to the ground, unable to move. At this moment, the terrifying advantage of a wizard against a warrior was displayed. Although they were only one level lower, a fully prepared archmage could decide your life or death with a single word. It was completely different from a warrior's battle. A wizard's battle did not have a trace of fireworks, but victory and defeat were often decided in the blink of an eye.
This was not the first time Brando cooperated with a wizard. Without hesitation, he leaped into the air and pierced his opponent's heart with his sword.
Brando landed on the ground and stood up. He turned around and looked at Duke Arreck.
Duke Arreck was slightly startled and slightly opened his squinted eyes. There was a trace of coldness in his eyes.
… … (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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