The Black Knight galloped through the forest like a black storm but was eerily silent. The Skeletal Warhorses' hooves landed on the meadow as if they were floating in the air. All that was left was the green Soulfire that floated up and down with their bodies.
Brando stared at the blades in their hands.
"You can't escape." Brando heard Viscount Cauldell's duck-like voice scream hysterically. "You know what choice you should make. You're a smart person. Are you going to abandon everything in reality? The people you love and the people who love you, just to stay in this illusory dream? "
"I know you understand what reality is. You're a strong person, not a weak person. You have to learn to choose."
"You're not a willful boy anymore. You understand your responsibility."
"Shut up. Losers don't have the right to talk to me about responsibility." Brando's figure flashed. The activation of the Charge skill made him crash into a Black Knight like a rhinoceros. The Black Knight didn't react at all to the fact that these weak humans dared to attack. The Soulfire in his eyes burned fiercely but it was useless. Brando had already pressed a hand on his iron mask and dragged him off his warhorse.
With a loud crash, the Black Knight was pulled off his horse and fell to the ground.
Brando landed behind them in a flash. The Black Knight was shocked. They turned their mounts around again and surrounded Brando. Brando raised his head to observe the situation. He saw with some pity that the Black Knight who fell off his horse adjusted his helmet and got up again. The strength of a peak Silver was still too weak. He had only caught the Knight off guard. If he still had the strength of an Elemental Level, he would have flattened the Black Knight into a thin piece of metal.
Brando immediately raised Halran Gaia and shouted to Haruz, who was not far away, "Haruz, take your sister away. You know where to go."
Haruze was stunned for a moment. He looked at Brando in a daze and shook his head desperately. "Sir, what about you?"
"I'll be there soon," Brando replied confidently.
"But …"
"Cut the crap. This is an order. Get lost!" Brando roared.
The little prince trembled in fear, but before he could say anything, Her Highness grabbed his hand. Princess Gryphine looked in the direction of Brando and ordered the Knight beside her: "Go help him, make sure he survives."
The two Knight beside her immediately nodded, drew their swords, and rushed over.
Brendel glanced at the two knights and shook his head. He could not count on them. He raised his hand and gestured to the Black Knight, shouting, "Idiots, let me see if your emperor's Mercury Staff is really that powerful."
The high-grade undead also had intelligence, and naturally, they could not accept these humans insulting their supreme emperor. The Black Knight's eyes lit up slightly, and they immediately charged at Brando. Brando saw that he had succeeded in seducing them and immediately turned to run. What a joke. Although he said it with confidence, he was not crazy enough to challenge seven or eight Black Knight with the strength of a Silver Peak.
He rushed to the woods in the courtyard because he remembered that there was a path to the main hall, where he might be able to get rid of these terrible creatures.
The premise was that he could enter the forest.
… …
Princess Gryphine pulled her 'sister' all the way forward. Haruz held his skirt with one hand and looked back from time to time worriedly in the direction Brando left. He still remembered that this was a dream. Since his teacher brought him here, the two of them should leave together. How could he leave him alone?
He thought with some panic in his heart.
It was at this time that Princess Gryphine suddenly stopped. The elder princess frowned and looked at the kitchen not far away that led to the side door of the castle. But unlike in her memory, the kitchen door was closed.
She was stunned for a moment. Then, she pulled out a dagger from under her skirt and slashed the lock twice. Unfortunately, the magic lock in the palace could not be opened by brute force. Other than leaving two shallow scratches, her efforts were in vain.
"Sister, let me try!" Only then did Haruz notice his sister's actions. He glanced at the door, lifted his skirt with both hands, and then slammed into the wooden door.
However, the little prince would never have dreamed that the moment before he crashed into the door, the door would open by itself with a creak. He crashed into nothing and almost flew straight into the house. Fortunately, a pair of hands reached out from behind the door and held him firmly. He looked up and saw a familiar face.
"Ni … no … no … Bai, Allium Japonicum?" Haruz was slightly startled and thought for a while before he remembered the name of the female wizard he saw outside the Kinten Palace.
But 'Allium Japonicum' put a finger to her lips, made a silent gesture, and said with a straight face, "Take the princess and hide here. Wait for me here."
Haruz froze for a moment and looked at her in disbelief. "No, you … you are sister Maynild?"
Maynild glanced at him, shook her head at him, then pulled out her sword and rushed out of the door. Haruz was left standing by the door in a daze, watching the female Knight's back disappear into the night.
Brando had just staged a victorious escape.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. He had finally shaken off the Black Knight, but the script did not play out as he had imagined. He had just entered the corridor leading to the side hall when he bumped into a set of armor that made a clanking sound as it walked.
Yes, it was a set of armor. It was completely black, like the plain style from the era of the War of the Holy Saints. But there was no wearer inside the armor. Instead, a ball of blue flame burned.
The Cursed Armor was actually a ghost, a type of Undead. This kind of terrifying Undead had only appeared on the battlefield during the second War of the Black Rose, and it was only natural that they would appear in this dream. It was more powerful than the Black Knight, and was not at all restricted in the narrow terrain.
In reality, it was more agile than Brando had imagined. He didn't know if it was Viscount Cauldell's doing, but Brando saw that thing scurrying back and forth on the ceiling, almost a hair faster than him.
And when he looked up again, he realized with some despair that there was a tightly sealed dead end in front of him.
"Do you know?" As if sensing Brendel's predicament, Cauldell's voice carried a hint of mockery. He spoke frankly in Brendel's mind, "Sometimes, hard work doesn't guarantee success. All you get is endless frustration."
"People like you always think that problems can be easily solved. How can you use a simple choice to deny other people's hard work?"
"I tried before, but all I got was failure."
"And you, too —"
"Cauldell," Brando answered. The sound of the Cursed Armor running behind them was getting closer and closer. He could almost smell the unique rancid smell of Soul Essence. "This has nothing to do with success or failure —"
"Then what does it have to do with? Your power can't change anything?"
"No, there is something I have that you don't."
"What is that?" Viscount Cauldell paused slightly.
It was as if the entire world had stopped with his thoughts.
Brando looked up. He was less than ten meters away from the door.
"Courage."
Brando raised Halran Gaia and slammed it against the wooden door. With a loud crash, the wooden door instantly shattered into pieces. Brando rolled into the room behind him. His arms were pierced by countless wooden splinters and he gritted his teeth in pain.
"And …"
Brando saw a hand appear in front of him. He stilled slightly, somewhat surprised, but also understood. He reached out to take the hand. The power that responded to him was so familiar. They had fought side by side thousands of times and condensed into one word.
Companions.
Brando looked up and saw the face that was gradually becoming clearer. The girl smiled sweetly, showing her white teeth. She carried a large sword and looked at him somewhat mockingly. "You're quite late, Sophie."
"Black Tea."
"You came from the direction of Kinten Palace, right? Why are you so late?"
"There are too many undead."
Brando almost blurted out. This conversation was too familiar, almost exactly the same as in his memory. He closed his eyes and almost felt like he was going to cry. When he opened his eyes again, he saw one figure after another appear behind Black Tea. Wizards, warriors, Nightingales, the faces of the players. Every one of them was so familiar. They smiled at him. It was the consolation between comrades.
"I thought so too. Everyone is heading to the side hall to prepare to defend against the last wave of attack from the undead. All the members of the Scarlet Travelers, Leiders' exploration team, everyone is here."
"We're in charge of holding the rear here. Sophie, your senior sister is waiting for you in the palace."
Hearing these familiar words, Brando felt as if everything had returned to that war. He saw one figure after another appear behind Black Tea. Wizards, warriors, Nightingales, the faces of the players. Every one of them was so familiar. They smiled at him. It was the consolation between comrades.
"Leave this to us –"
"Keep going, Sophie."
Brando stopped. He could feel Viscount Cauldell's feelings trembling in his heart. He knew what he was afraid of. He walked past Black Tea, past everyone else and walked forward. Everyone opened a path for Brando.
"After this battle, there will be no more Erouine. But at least we have to let his sword shine one last time," someone shouted.
"For Erouine –" The players raised their swords and answered in unison.
Brando walked past each of them until a voice rang out.
"Sophie."
Brando paused slightly. He turned his head. Everything behind him seemed to disappear. Only the scene of the players fighting was left. Black Tea looked at him and raised her sword. "Forget us, Sophie –"
"No." She suddenly stopped and changed her words. "Brando."
Brando was silent. He knew these were his feelings. "Why?"
"Because you have to walk further forward. If you keep looking back, you will slow down."
This time, Brando didn't answer. He turned his head. The corridor in front of him seemed to stretch endlessly. He didn't answer Black Tea's question because it was like he was asking himself a question. He already had an answer in his heart.
"This is your answer?" Viscount Cauldell's voice shouted angrily in Brando's heart. "Stubborn. You know you chose the wrong path! You think you're defying fate? You're just running away from reality – "
Brando walked forward and answered in his heart, "Viscount Cauldell, everyone has experienced failure. But only courage and trust are things you will never understand. Because you gave up on them from the beginning. "
"No!"
Viscount Cauldell screamed.
Its figure seemed to materialize in front of Brendel, and the white specter instantly grew to a gigantic size. Its lower body was shattered, and its upper body was shackled. It had no mouth, and only a pair of cold glinting eyes could be seen.
"You can't save him! You can't save yourself! You can't save anyone! "The monster that Viscount Cauldell's spirit had transformed into howled and swiped at Brando with its claws.
But Brando seemed to have expected it. He stepped back and the five sharp, long claws brushed past his chest.
He immediately felt his strength return to his body, giving him the power of an Elemental Level again. He raised his head and looked at the enormous Viscount Cauldell's spirit in front of him. He knew that he had grasped the key to the entire mission.
The terrifying monster in front of him was the amalgamation of the negative emotions in Viscount Cauldell's heart. According to the strategy guide, it was the final Boss in this dream.
Compared to the dream itself, this so-called monster was actually the easiest part to deal with.
It was merely an elite at the peak of the Gold Level.
Brendel was even able to raise his head and stare at the deformed monster. He sneered: "Is this the jealousy and regret that you've imprisoned in your heart? You've been running away from yourself for so long, and you've only created a weak monster."
"You can't stop me because no one can stop the determination in a person's heart –"
As soon as he finished speaking, he had already disappeared. What was left in Cauldell's distorted vision was a cold blade. It was so fast that it was even faster than the lightning of thought.
The monster only had time to raise its head and then this movement froze in place. In the end, it turned into a long howl of anguish.
Then with a loud clang, Viscount Cauldell's distorted spirit seemed to vanish into thin air. The shackles on his body all fell to the ground.
Brando put away his long sword. He turned his head to look and saw a silver item shining in the shackles. That should be the reward from this mission. Brando reached out his hand in that direction and the item immediately entered his Dimension Hole.
He didn't have time to examine it closely because the entire dream had begun to shake violently following Viscount Cauldell's death. The world of this dream was about to collapse.
… (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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