As soon as the Longhorn Demon died, the unrestrained imps immediately scattered in front of the blazing Sacred Swordsman Nicholas. This was not beyond Brando's expectations. The demons from the Sulfur River underground were not a qualified army to begin with. They were chaotic, selfish, bloodthirsty, and cruel. They were not necessarily willing to fight for the benefit of the whole. Compared to them, the imps, in particular, would rather slaughter unarmed civilians.
At this time, the Knights of Lantonilan finally fought their way out and joined up with Brando. The Knights suffered heavy casualties, almost everyone was injured, and more than half of them were lost. In this state, they did not collapse. It was purely Brando's god-like attack that injected a strong dose of confidence into everyone.
However, casualties were expected. What really excited them was the Door of Flame that turned into countless sparks and scattered in the heavy rain. No one could believe that they did it.
In fact, it was Brando who did it.
Nicholas stepped forward and pulled Brando up from the ground. At this time, Brando's injuries had mostly recovered with the help of the holy water. However, the holy water did not help the weakness after blood loss. He supported Amandina and glanced at everyone, seeing that everyone's faces were full of trust.
"Master Garlock, now teleport us to the portal near the seaside," Brando said.
Garlock glanced at him. Not everyone had such courage in the face of danger. He had seen many examples of nobles who had never been to the battlefield boasting, but once they were on the battlefield, they were scared out of their wits. Those battles were far worse than today's scene.
He nodded, picked up his staff, and began to chant a spell. The laws of space and time, as a power second only to the power of existence, had the highest authority among all laws. Even a great Wizard of Truth like him could not easily get in touch with the highest level of laws.
In fact, there were teleportation spells from the ninth circle onwards. The Elementalists called it the Bridge of Four Realms, and the Wizards of the Law called it Deflection Teleportation, but this was actually a trick. The Elementium Envoys would travel through the four corresponding Elementium Planes to reach certain areas, while the Law Adepts would project themselves into the Sea of Mana and return to the Prime Material Plane for teleportation.
However, both were incomplete transmissions. The former could only bring one to a specific location. The latter did not have a fixed teleportation point and was purely random. Furthermore, there was a certain degree of danger and it was often used to escape.
True spatial spells only existed in the Tenth Circle and above, and only existed in the Law of Magic. Law Adepts had to request the highest level of authority from the Codex of Order in order to open a spatial door. This process required a huge price to pay, and for the Adepts, this was a huge consumption of mana and stamina.
Moreover, spells of the tenth circle and above all had a special characteristic, which was that not only would they consume mana, but they would also burn the upper limit of the mana pool. The maximum limit of the mana pool could only be slowly recovered through limited means. Usually, the best way to recover was time. That's why you wouldn't see a high-grade wizard repeatedly casting a level 10 spell by drinking mana potions.
This was also a form of punishment for mortals who asked for power beyond their control.
However, it was only for mortals. As far as Brando knew, the Silver Races could ignore the punishment of spells below the thirteenth circle. Just like the Adepts of Buga could cast thirteen-circle spells like mortals casting spells below the tenth circle, the Golden Races did not have this restriction at all.
Therefore, the Flame King's Flash Strike Sword Art could only be passed down to the Golden Races like the dragons. It could never be created by any other Black Iron or Silver Race.
However, in addition to these romantic fantasies and legends, there was also a famous rumor in The Amber Sword. It mentioned that the Golden Races died out because of excessive use of spells. Therefore, some people believed that this punishment of the highest law might actually be a protective measure for the Black Iron Race.
Of course, Brando had no way of knowing the truth.
However, he knew that once Garlock finished casting this spell, he would basically be no different from a cripple. After losing the help of this powerful wizard, their situation might become even more difficult. Therefore, he insisted on saving the old wizard's ability for when they destroyed the second portal.
There was a huge difference between destroying two portals and destroying one portal. If there was only one portal left, then people might still have the confidence to fight, but with one more portal, there was only despair left.
As Garlock chanted each spell sonorously, the Knights surrounded him. In the distance, the scattered imps were being driven back by the Brute Devils flying from afar. There were actually a large number of demons stationed at each of the three portals. Especially the one near the port of Ampere Seale, many Brute Devils were flapping their wings and rising into the sky. Brando knew that there must be many higher demons commanding them.
When the first portal was destroyed, the demons reacted as if they had been hit in the head. They probably did not expect a few dozen humans to be able to defeat their own kind. Not to mention them, even the Knights of Lantonilan did not expect it.
However, the demons reacted quickly.
Countless Hellhounds and Brute Devils swept in from the south. The distance between each of the three portals was about two thousand meters. In between was a flat grassland, and everyone could see the scene of their attack at a glance.
This was much stronger than the motley crew formed by the imps. The key was that whether it was the Hellhounds or the Brute Devils, in terms of individual strength, they were far superior to the Knight and Witches of Lantonilan, not to mention thousands of times more.
It was like a scene of the end of the world.
"We will teleport to a place about twenty or thirty meters to the left of the portal, but we can't go any closer. I'm afraid of causing an abnormal reaction from the portal!" Garlock suddenly roared, and a circle of white light spread from the staff in his hand.
Brando immediately felt the vibration of space.
This was the feeling before the arrival of the true Supreme Law, and he had experienced this kind of oppressive feeling more than once before. This was completely different from ordinary portals and the way his Flash Strike Sword Art worked. It felt like Martha had come in person and opened a door for them.
"The power of the portal will crush the demons in that position. But don't expect too much, they are not fools! "Garlock continued to remind them," Pay attention to the enemies that suddenly appear around you. "
This was the first time the Knight had experienced such a scene, and they could not help but feel a chill in their hearts. But before they could react, the surrounding scenery had distorted, and in the next moment, it was as if the distance had been pulled in, and the huge, golden-red portal appeared in front of them.
That huge visual impact made everyone feel suffocated.
But they immediately paid the price for this moment, as almost all the high-ranking Longhorn Demons and Demon Warlocks were by the portal. They had long noticed the spatial vibration on the other side of the battlefield, but at a distance of a few thousand meters, the Demon Warlocks could not cast Dimensional Anchors to lock onto the battlefield. But as soon as the Knight of Lantonilan appeared, the demons, who were already prepared, immediately launched an attack.
Compared to humans, these demons were more familiar with spatial spells, and only one Longhorn Demon was crushed to pieces in an instant when it collided with the vibrating spatial laws. But the remaining Longhorn Demons successfully passed through the magic circle, grabbed a Knight with one claw, and dragged them out directly.
In an instant, three Knight and a Witch were dragged out and killed. If it were not for the quick reaction of Nicholas and the old Knight of the White Lion Legion, Leider, it was estimated that the casualties would have been more than half.
The Knight reacted in shock and anger, but in fact, it was not their fault, after all, Brando could not let them practice it once. The Knight who reacted immediately found himself surrounded by all kinds of demons, most of which were Hellhounds and Longhorn Demons, and some that even Brando could not name.
But the real threat was the Longhorn Demons and the Demon Warlocks.
Fortunately, the situation this time was slightly different from the previous time. At least Brando was no longer fighting alone. With the Great Swordsman of Flame Blaster, the old Knight of the White Lion Legion, and a Knight of the Holy Cathedral of Fire to deal with the Longhorn Demons, Brando directly focused his attack on the Demon Warlocks.
Although he was still a little weak, he was the only one present who could get away and had the ability to deal with the Demon Warlocks, so Brando had no choice. Moreover, in his opinion, those Demon Warlocks were not a threat at all. He directly handed Amandina over to the princess for protection, and then charged towards the back of the Demon Army.
Two Longhorn Demons wanted to stop him, but Brando did not even look at them, and a short Flash Strike Sword Art flashed directly between the two of them. "Cover me!" He shouted, and Nicholas and Leider, who were behind him, reached a tacit understanding with him at this time. The two of them directly stabbed at him from the left and right.
Leider's own strength was comparable to that of the Longhorn Demons, but Nicholas was not much stronger. The Longhorn Demon had no room to fight back in front of him, and was directly cut to death on the ground by the two swords. Then the Great Swordsman turned back to help the old White Lion Legion deal with the remaining Longhorn Demon, and the two of them worked together to kill this high-level demon in the blink of an eye.
"Nicholas, I didn't expect that one day I would need your help, I'm really getting old." The two of them swept their swords, and the Brute Demons around them suddenly fell to the ground. The old Knight could not help but sigh.
Nicholas glanced at him, "I can't say, but this kind of battle reminds me of the past."
The old man was slightly startled, knowing that he was talking about the Holy War. He could not help but look a little gloomy, "Yes, if they could, who would want to kill each other?"
The two of them looked at each other and shook their heads. They knew that although the princess was now in control of the situation, the northern nobles might not be willing to compromise. Right now, they were just standing together for the sake of these demons.
To put it bluntly, the princess was still too weak, otherwise, Leider would not have chosen House Seifer in the first place. He was indebted to House Covardo, but he only wanted the kingdom to suffer less from the flames of war. For this reason, he was willing to bear even if he had to bear a dishonorable reputation. But the old man never dreamed that the situation he had single-handedly managed would turn out like this.
He vaguely felt that he might have been wrong from the beginning, but he did not understand where he had gone wrong. In fact, Brando was not wrong. The reason why Leider participated in this operation was just to confirm some ideas in his heart.
But these were not things that Brando needed to think about. In fact, it was already a luxury for him to think about how to survive.
He killed his way into the demon warlocks, and those demon warlocks who were using spells to support their own kind immediately stopped. In fact, these demons relied on their instincts to cast spells, and did not really have any magical knowledge. As soon as Brando killed his way into their midst, they immediately panicked. Relying on their immunity to fire spells, they threw fireballs randomly. As a result, other than killing a lot of imps, they did not even hurt Brando.
Brando had long been aware of the habits of these monsters. As soon as he rushed into the crowd of monsters, he immediately pulled back. In the eyes of others, this action was strange and somewhat unbelievable, but the next move of the demon warlocks immediately proved his wisdom. Brando waited until these monsters had finished throwing the fireballs in their hands, and immediately went back to kill them. Suddenly, there was a commotion among the demon warlocks.
These were the lessons that the players had learned in exchange for their blood. But now, Brando was the one who benefitted, and the demons were the ones who were unlucky. They probably never dreamed that a human would be so familiar with their way of fighting. In fact, these chaotic guys probably did not even know what they would do next.
But Brando knew.
This was the difference.
Garlock's teleportation spell quickly achieved great success. Although the Longhorn Demons organized a counterattack, under the attack of a swordsman with Elemental Activation and two great masters who were also Elemental Awakened, such a counterattack was pale and powerless. Other than killing a few Knights, it did little to no avail. The humans quickly approached the portal, and Amandina once again performed exceptionally well. She found all the nodes in almost less than a minute.
This ability made everyone look at this noble lady in a new light. Although Wood had already explained to them the characteristics of the Door of Flame, the connection point between the portal and the Law of Space was not fixed. To find this thing, one needed not only magical knowledge, but also a certain sensitivity to the flow of magic.
In fact, sensitivity to the flow of magic was the most important talent of a wizard. From this point of view, Brando realized that Amandina seemed to have an extraordinary magical talent.
But when he thought about it, people who could generally have a talent for magical equipment would more or less have some magical talent. And as a genius in this area, it was reasonable to have an excellent talent in magic.
Soon Brando's idea was verified, and Garlock saw Amandina's talent at a glance. In fact, he was full of praise. When they were looking for the third node, the old wizard only gave a little guidance, and Amandina immediately found the location with a vague feeling.
Such an ability, according to the words of the Seeker of Wonder, was a genius.
Brando looked at the old man and was tempted to take in an apprentice. This was a good thing, but the prerequisite was that they had to return alive.
The second Teleportation Gate finally collapsed.
Everyone couldn't help but cheer, but only Brando really felt the pressure double. He had exhausted almost all his means, but now there was still one more portal.
It was two thousand meters away.
Countless demons were surging.
Brando looked at the distance that was neither far nor close, and for the first time, the word "natural moat" appeared in his mind. To be honest, if he was asked now what way he could tear down the last portal.
Brando could only answer this way:
Use perseverance!
Or wait for a miracle.
… … (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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