Brando understood that his goal was to use the special effect of the Flash Strike Sword Art to produce a displacement effect, not to kill the enemy. Therefore, he was very purposeful and often aimed at those opponents who did not have much combat power. He locked onto the imps in the demon army from twenty to thirty meters away and beheaded them with a flash of his sword. At the same time, he used the Nine Luminaries Sword Art to leave behind a phantom to perform a piercing attack.
The demons soon became chaotic.
Not all of them were inferior imps who lacked intelligence. The higher demons judged Brando's route of advance. They did not even need to judge the problem with their knees to realize that the damned human was going straight for the portal.
They must not let him get what he wanted. The Longhorn Demons at the back were the first to scream, calling their companions to stop Brando in the harsh language of the abyss.
Unfortunately, the effect was very limited. In the words of the Lord of Hell, Lomoka, those imps and imps were worse than a pile of dog shit. This sentence was vulgar, but quite appropriate. They could be confused by the orders of their own people and could not do anything to a swordsman who could teleport.
However, as soon as the demons turned around, the pressure on the Knights of Lantonilan was lifted. Most of them had time to see what was happening on the battlefield. The Knight soon saw Brando's feat and could not help but take the time to cheer in unison.
Babatha was not surprised by Brando's performance, but she could not help but feel proud. It wasn't because she was proud of the Dark Dragon, but because of her own foresight. Although there were many powerful witches in the Winter Country and none of the twelve pure-blooded witches had anything to do with her, who else would have the same foresight as her?
The old witch did not even consider that the Dark Dragon would fail. It was just a group of lame-footed demons. She laughed shrilly like an imp and grabbed it, making it deaf and blind. The Knight took the opportunity to pin it to the ground. Humans probably would not talk about Knight's spirit with demons.
However, Babasha didn't expect that Brando wasn't having a good time at the moment.
Although the portal was right in front of him, he felt that his stamina and mana were decreasing rapidly. Using [Piercing Strike], [Nine Luminaries Sword Art], and [Flash Strike Sword Art] at the same time was a huge burden on his body. After leaping forward about two-thirds of the distance, Brando noticed that his muscles and movements were gradually becoming stiff, and his mental power was also unstable.
He had to shake his head, trying to shake off the dizziness.
After appearing above the demon army for the tenth time, Brando slashed down with Halran Gaia. The poor wretch below was still holding onto a bloody human calf. The pale skin was covered with bite marks, making Brando feel disgusted.
But that thought only lasted for a split second, and Halran Gaia had already slashed towards the opponent's shoulder. The heavy blade cut into the rough purplish-red skin and muscles, and got stuck in the spine with a click. The poor wretch was directly pressed to the ground and snapped into two. Even the bones directly cracked and pierced out from under the skin, turning it into a mess of flesh and blood.
This scene looked 'spectacular', but it made Brando's heart tighten. In theory, this slash should have cut off the opponent's muscles and bones, beheading it cleanly, just like before. This was not a coincidence, and it was not that these imps had become stronger, but that his stamina had begun to decline.
"Amandina, are you hurt?" He gasped.
"No …" Amandina was hugged by Brando with one hand. For a moment, she didn't know if she was afraid or nervous. In fact, it wasn't that she hadn't imagined such a scene when she was alone, but it was definitely not like now. Being in the middle of the demon army, the noble lady had no time to daydream, and she didn't even dare to look at the situation outside.
Because she was afraid of seeing Brando fail, she was so scared that she closed her eyes tightly. She probably had the mentality of 'If we're going to die, then we'll die together. No, at least I'll be at ease if I die in front of that person'. She huddled tightly in Brando's arms.
When Brendel asked her, her mind was in a mess and she shook her head.
That's good. Brando also breathed a sigh of relief. In his imagination, advancing courageously and unstoppably in the face of thousands of enemies would be incomparably heroic, but when it really came down to it, he realized that it wasn't the case at all. There was no pleasure in being surrounded by enemies at all, only a cold sweat dripping from nervousness.
His palms were already wet, and the pressure of impending death was like a dense forest of swords and thorns. The slightest mistake would result in eternal damnation.
What would happen after death? Brando had thought about this question when he was still a teenager in the other world, but most mortals would only come to the conclusion that it was a fruitless endeavor.
Only when the aura of the Grim Reaper truly approached did he truly feel the bone-chilling coldness of the other world. There was no point in discussing the topic of death, because after death, there was only nothingness.
Brando knew that he wasn't sure if he had the time to regret it before he died.
But at least he still wanted to live.
The desire to live made his senses a thousand times sharper. He swung his sword at the corpse that was like a piece of rotten meat, and the attacks of the surrounding demons became traceable in his eyes. Brando raised his head, and his gaze swept across the other side of the battlefield, where he found a guy who was retreating.
It's you.
"Brando, be careful." Amandina closed her eyes, completely unable to judge the situation around her. The one who spoke was naturally the Wind Empress, Saint-ausol. The Wind Empress reminded him: "Be careful of the Warlocks over there!"
Brando turned his head, and he also saw that the Warlocks were standing by the teleportation gate casting spells at him.
To be honest, he was not a Wizard, and he knew little about the world of Mages. But fortunately, he was at least a player. There was a joke: If players represented a world, then Wizards represented at least half of the world. As an enemy of half of the world, Brando couldn't distinguish every spell's hand gestures and incantations, but the desire to live seemed to sharpen his memory at this moment.
Dimensional Anchor.
Brando felt the hair on his back stand up, like a cat arching its body. His eyes were frighteningly bright at that moment.
Brando didn't have time to explore whether the Flash Strike Sword Art's ability to distort dimensions could avoid the judgment of Dimensional Anchor's ability to block all teleportation effects. He wasn't a research maniac, and reality didn't allow him to have a second chance. He immediately activated his Charge skill without any hesitation. Just as the circle of white light appeared above his head, he stepped on a few imps and rose up from the daemon army.
Like a beautiful turning line, he pierced through all the spell effects.
The Warlocks' attempt was completely futile.
The eyes of the witches who were lucky enough to see this scene were frighteningly bright. Other than the rebirth of the Darkness Dragon, which other twenty-year-old young man had such terrifying combat experience? This was not a duel between swordsmen, but a perfect example of using swordsmanship to break spells.
Not everyone had such experience.
Not to mention the witches, even the curious Garlock couldn't help but have a strange look in his eyes. At least Brando's actions had proved that he fully understood the opponent's spells and intentions. Even the Great Wizard Mentor from Seifer couldn't tell how he did it.
Disassembling spells was Garlock's specialty, and he spent most of his life on it, but he didn't dare to say that he knew every spell. And to be able to find the hidden spells behind the secret casting gestures was an extremely difficult and professional knowledge.
Garlock even had an illusion at that moment — perhaps this young man had a better future as a Wizard than as a Swordsman. He had completely forgotten that even in terms of swordsmanship, Brando was also a genius.
After Brando penetrated the range of Dimensional Anchor with Charge, he once again performed Flash Strike Sword Art in mid-air. Flash Strike Sword Art had completely absorbed the experience of Erouine's military swordsmanship and had risen to Level 4.
Flash Strike Sword Art 4 + 1 [Beginner] (Ancient Dragon): A special skill allows your blade to deflect dimensions. Each attack can ignore a certain distance in space (60m).
At this level, it was already beyond the reach of the average Temple Knight. Stephen seemed to have only just realized what he had seen. If someone had told him before that a person could immediately master a swordsmanship after understanding a little bit of the trick, he would have thought that the person would be crazy. Then he must have thought that the person was a lunatic, or he must have treated him as a fool.
But now, he felt that he might as well have been a fool.
He even stood there in a daze. If it weren't for the Imps in front of him foolishly following the Longhorn Demon's order to turn around and attack Brando, he would have been swarmed and chopped into meat paste. Fortunately, a Knight behind him saw that something was wrong with this Lord and pulled him back, saving the Holy Cathedral of Fire from the tragedy of losing another high-ranking member here today.
"This is impossible!"
Stephen seemed to have just reacted and shouted, "Martha above, the fragment of the Flaming Blade must be on him. So that's how it is! The chosen one is him! "
The poor Knight seemed to have suddenly come to his senses and shouted nonsense.
Brando turned back in mid-air and locked onto his next target. He raised the Halran Gaia in his hand and the blade flashed with white light. "Wait," the Wind Empress called out to him, "Brando, you can now flash about sixty meters with one sword. You need to use it at least twice to reach the door. Have you thought about it?"
Brando was shocked.
He had been staring at the status interface. His mana and stamina were almost depleted, but he could still barely use Flash Strike Sword Art twice. But the Wind Empress' next sentence completely dispelled this idea, "Since I can judge your flash distance, then they can do the same."
He actually thought of this problem in an instant. If he was locked by the other party with Dimensional Anchor again, he could still use the Nine Luminaries Sword Art to escape, but what about after that? Would he still have the energy to use Flash Strike Sword Art again?
The status clearly stated that Brando could not conjure stamina and mana out of thin air unless he could take a breath. But where would the opportunity come from on this battlefield?
Fortunately, he hadn't made a move yet.
Brando couldn't help but rejoice that he had the Wind Empress with him. She was indeed a sage from the War of the Holy Saints. She had considered all aspects in an instant.
At this moment, his Charge skill had reached its peak. Brando felt his body begin to fall. But it was actually very simple for him to find a solution. He called out the skill bar as fast as he could and threw all the remaining experience of Mavicaert into it.
Flash Strike Sword Art leveled up again in an instant.
Flash Strike Sword Art 5 + 1 [Entry] (Ancient Dragon): A special skill allows your blade to deflect dimensions. Each attack can ignore a certain distance in space (100m).
After Flash Strike Sword Art reached level 5, its name immediately became gray. This was the same as his White Raven Sword Art. Brando knew that this was because the Flash Strike Sword Art published by the Holy Cathedral was originally incomplete, so he didn't think much about it and directly swung his sword forward.
With one swing, he appeared directly next to the huge portal.
There were no imps near the portal, only three tall Longhorn Devils. Brando suddenly flashed above the middle Longhorn Devil and slashed down with his sword.
But the Longhorn Devil seemed to have a premonition. Its huge jackal-like head suddenly lifted up and raised its hand into the void. With a sharp sound like metal clashing, Brando felt that he had cut a steel pipe.
But he didn't dare to stay for a moment and immediately rolled back. He landed steadily not far from the three Longhorn Devils.
He raised his head subconsciously.
Standing next to the huge portal of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, he and the devils were as small as ants. He didn't feel this way when he was further away, but now that he was so close, the huge oppressive feeling of the Door of Flame immediately hit him in the face.
What was even more suffocating was the Sulfur River that was gradually becoming more and more real behind the Door of Flame.
Brando couldn't help but spit. The shock just now had already made his gums bleed. But he wiped the corner of his mouth and immediately let go of the noble lady and said, "Amandina, are you okay?"
"Yes."
"I'll find a way to help you lure them away. How much time do you need?"
"I … … I don't know, I'll try my best." Amandina frowned as she stared at the huge portal. It was a semi-magical device in itself. But it was not a complete magical device. The best way was to find a wizard to work with her, but she obviously didn't have this condition at the moment.
"I'll give you five minutes."
Brando glanced back and saw that the imps were turning around. Although those idiots were in a mess, a few minutes was enough for them to turn around. The Knight of Anthony was obviously not enough to stop this army.
Amandina nodded with a pale face.
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