The Soul Detainer Fingus' long and narrow crimson sword was like a red line that constantly changed its trajectory. Even the Miirna Lord's movements on the ground could not be seen. He suddenly left the ground, and his whole body shot towards Brando like a cannonball. How long was that moment? It was as if Brando had opened his lungs to complete a breath, but his chest was still not there.
Before he could expand, Seibers' pale, cold, wrinkled face with soul fire burning in his eyes had already appeared in his eyes. As the distance was so close, he could even see the deep crisscrossing wrinkles engraved on his opponent's face.
Fast!
Brando was horrified. Among the magic flowing in the air, the two lines of law from the Shallow Sea and the Mountain of Ceasing Storms did not move. The elemental power of the pivot also did not move. This was not the skill of the Frost Knight, so this Frost Knight King may have only used the skill of the sword to reach this speed, almost surpassing Flash Strike Sword Art. How much time was left for Brando to react?
Close to zero, and there was no way to retreat because before he could tighten his muscles, the blade of the Soul Detainer Fingus would hit his left shoulder. From there down, from left to right, it would cut open his chest, and the sword's trajectory would pass right through his heart. Therefore, even if he had the indomitable talent, Brando did not dare to try.
Then, should I raise my sword to block? No, it's still too slow. This Frost Knight King will definitely change his move. Brando's calculation was like a flash of thousands of thoughts. If the long and narrow blade retracted and slashed diagonally upwards, he felt that he would not be able to block it a second time.
There was only one chance.
Seibers slashed down with a cold face. The blade cut into Brando's body from his left shoulder like a hot knife cutting through butter, but Brando did not seem to be injured. He still raised his sword and stabbed towards the Frost Knight King. The wide and thick blade of Halran Gaia was pointed straight at Seibers' chest. "Huh?" Seibers raised his eyebrows slightly, but Brando's movements were too slow in his eyes.
However, the blade of Halran Gaia was still about two inches away from his chest. Seibers calmly retracted his sword and gently patted Brando's sword with the back of the sword. The entire image of Brando froze for a moment, then turned into countless tiny magic particles and dissipated with the wind.
The lord of the Miirna people seemed to have expected this. Without any hesitation, he stepped forward with his right foot and slightly retracted the Spirit Gatherer Fingus in his hand. It was as if as long as he found the direction Brando was retreating, he would open his claws and fangs like a falcon pouncing on its prey. But to his surprise, after those light blue magic particles dispersed, there was nothing behind them.
With a muffled bang, a huge force suddenly came from behind. Although the undead could not feel the tearing pain, he still had to bear the impact of this blow. Seibers staggered forward, his face showing a mixture of disbelief and pain at the same time. Because he was unprepared, Brando's sword had almost shaken his soulfire.
Seibers turned his head, and just as he turned around, the long sword wound on his back began to heal. Brando even saw the armor fragments that he cut off fly up from the ground and reassemble on the body of the Frost Knight King. But he knew that this was just on the surface. The source of the undead's power came from the dark twisted soul.
He was certain that his sword had at least left a mark on the soul of the undead.
Seibers' frown was the proof, and another proof was the pale damage number that appeared on the undead's body.
"He really guessed that I know the Nine Luminaries Sword Art." Brando tilted his head slightly and said in his heart.
"As I said, he must have discovered my existence. This guy is a terrifying warrior. Your Nine Luminaries Sword Art has no advantage in front of him." Saint-ausol's voice replied.
"What a good fight!" Seibers sighed faintly. "Flash Strike Sword Art, Nine Luminaries Sword Art. For thousands of years, they appeared on the same person at the same time. I can't help but sigh. But why don't you let me see the other inheritance? Is it the Dragon of Fury, Alphonse, or the Dragon of War, Tiamat? "He raised the blood sword in his hand again.
But unlike the previous surprise attack, Brando was prepared this time. He quickly took a small step back, lowered his center of gravity, raised the Halran Gaia in his hand, and put on a defensive posture.
"This guy is indeed sharp. He guessed our trick immediately."
"It's just your trick. I said that Seibers was born to fight. He rose from the status of a commoner to the position of a Lord. He is a 'superman', a legend among the Miirnas." Saint-ausol replied calmly.
"But I always feel that this guy is testing me." Brando whispered in his heart.
"Why do you say that?"
"Although the attack just now was stunning, I felt that it was still not the full strength of that guy. Even the power after the Perfect Bronze Body is not just limited to this. If he attacked with full strength, I would have been dead by now. Besides, this is his Extreme Plain. If he used the power of the law, I would have nowhere to run. I feel that he deliberately suppressed his power.
The power of the body is only at the highest level of Elemental Activation. "
The exchange between the two was completed in an instant. In fact, Seibers had already launched his second attack. It was an ordinary straight stab without any special characteristics, but it was as fast as lightning. It was impossible to dodge, and the only way to block it was to raise a sword. Brando split his attention to block the sword to the side, but before the blade of the Halran Gaia touched the blade of Fingus the Soul Detainer, Seibers had already retracted his sword and stabbed towards his lower abdomen.
Both swords were classic classical swordsmanship. If it was any other Sword Saint from the same era, they would have been flustered. It was not because their skills were inferior, but because most of the technical specifications of ancient swordsmanship were very different from today's. However, other than Brando, he had experience with swordsmen from ancient times. In the strange dungeons of Amber, there were plenty of opportunities. Since the players in the game had developed a way to obtain ancient skills, they naturally would not be unfamiliar with many things from that era.
The battle formation swordsmanship of the Miirnas was just so-so.
The moment humans blinked was less than one-fifth of a second. Very few people would pay attention to such minute movements of their own kind. In the moment of blinking, humans would close their field of vision and then switch it again. It was like a continuous switching of frames. However, in the moment of this frame, Seibers stabbed, Brando deflected with his sword, Seibers retracted his sword and stabbed again, Brando blocked with his sword hilt, Seibers slashed horizontally, Brando retreated and parried with his sword. The two exchanged movements three times. It was as if their movements were faster than the speed of sound. After a round of exchanges, Saint-ausol heard the crisp sound of two swords clashing.
The Frost Knight King raised his head.
"You can predict the trajectory of my sword?" "What's going on? I noticed that one of your companions is the little princess of the Silver Elves. Does that mean that you've mastered their unimaginable battle technique?" The Miirna leader's voice buzzed. "What's going on? I noticed that one of your companions is the little princess of the Silver Elves. No, wait, not only that, although the Silver Elves' battle technique is amazing, it is just a preemptive move. Your reaction is even one step ahead. You knew in advance how I would attack — "
Brando took a deep breath. He was not as free as Seibers and had the time to worry about these problems. The combat skills of the Frost Knight King were beyond his imagination. Although the latter seemed to have suppressed his strength to a certain range, his swordsmanship alone was enough to not give him the slightest chance to relax. There was no technique, it was just fast. Brando did not know how someone could practice swordsmanship to such an extent. Those three swords were obviously very stiff. If it was anyone else, he could have easily defeated them, but it was Seibers. The three swords were like one, and Brando's hands were almost numb before he could block them.
He was almost as surprised as Seibers.
How could it be so fast? How could the three swords that were unrelated be mixed together? Brando thought of his grandfather at that moment. He felt the same way when facing Seibers. It was just that his grandfather's understanding of swordsmanship was beyond that of ordinary people. When facing Seibers, he deeply felt the fear of facing death. Seibers' swordsmanship was the real killing swordsmanship.
Brando subconsciously loosened the hilt in his hand. Muscles that were too tight were not good for swordsmanship, but what could he do? The three swords from before, each one was faster than the last. If he did not tighten his body, he would not be able to keep up with the rhythm. He could still feel the pain in his wrist and forearm muscles. It was just a moment of explosion, but it was almost beyond his limit.
Then, Saint-ausol's voice came, "This doesn't mean anything. No one will go all out in the first attack. Little guy, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. If Seibers uses the power of law, I'm afraid you'll have to use the God Slaying Magic Breaking Awl. But I have to remind you.
Although it's rare, it's not like it didn't exist in our era. Seibers is not a fool. You have to be careful. The level of power he uses is far beyond that of Williams. "
Comparing Williams and Seibers, it was indeed the difference between a dim star and a bright moon. However, Brando was not a country bumpkin who had not seen the world. He once had a perfect body, and he knew what kind of realm it was. However, Saint-ausol's words at least dispelled one of his thoughts. For someone with a perfect body, there was no need to use the God Slaying Magic Breaking Awl.
The God Slaying Awl was not necessary. The level of power they used was only in a flash. Only in that moment would the Lines of Law in the Extreme Plain shine like a net. However, with his current level, he could not grasp that opportunity.
Seibers did not immediately launch the third attack, which gave Brando a chance to breathe. He felt Saint-ausol looking at him strangely, "But he seems to want me to show him the inheritance of the Dark Dragon. I feel that this guy has other plans. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to block those three swords. It's too scary …"
"You're wrong. Brando, Seibers will definitely go all out. Even if you are Odin's heir, it doesn't make a difference to him. As long as he uses his sword, it will be a life and death battle. He did not hold back in his previous attack. If you reacted a little slower, you would have become a cold corpse by now." Saint-ausol paused for a moment, "Maybe your premonition is right.
But you should also face this battle with the mentality of facing a life and death struggle. Odin doesn't need a cowardly successor. You should understand this. "
Brando nodded. The Wind Empress' nervous tone made him feel a little emotional, "I can see that. Thank you."
"Then what do you plan to do?"
"What else can I do?"
Brando's voice suddenly became low. He raised his head, and black flames suddenly spread out from his body, starting from his back, extending to his shoulders and arms. The flames instantly covered the Halran Gaia and burned fiercely. They also formed horns on his forehead and a pair of dragon-like wings on his back. This was a phenomenon that would only appear in the world of pure laws and magic. The mark of the Blood of the Fool that belonged to the Dragon of War, Tiamat, was almost completely activated. At that moment, it was as if a wild fire was released from the depths of his heart. His physical strength instantly doubled. He bared his teeth, revealing his white teeth. This was a little different from his usual personality, because Brando only felt the same fire burning in his heart, screaming for him to release his wild nature.
"He's forcing me to release the power of the Blood of the Fool. I don't seem to have any room to resist." Brando's eyes were frighteningly bright, "The only way is to fight."
"Very well."
Seibers seemed to be very happy to see this scene. He transferred the blood-red sword from his right hand to his left hand and then stretched out his right hand. Brando saw a whirlwind of ice dust appear out of thin air. The whirlwind gathered in the hand of the Frost Knight King and then condensed together to form the shining blue longsword — Frost Chant Cinna. Seibers held the red sword in his left hand and the blue sword in his right. His hands were hanging down, and he smiled slightly, "Mortal, I'll give you one last chance. Step back, and you will not die —"
"He's threatening you. If you step back, I'm afraid you won't have any fate with Odin's inheritance. But if he says that he wants to let you go, it may not be true. You have the Blood of the Fool in you, and he won't let the inheritance of the Dark Dragon be lost on the earth. "Saint-ausol immediately reminded him.
"I know …" Brando almost groaned in his heart. Of course, he knew, but the problem was that the floating magic in the air was becoming restless. The Lines of Law from the three elemental planes were fluctuating unstably at the same time. Only the skills of the Frost Knight King could connect with the power of the three elemental planes. Seibers was known as the Frost Knight King in his time, not the Sword Saint. Brando knew the difference between them even if he used his knees to think.
"Are you planning to step back?"
"Of course not —"
How could a player step back in front of a mission? This was not in line with Brando's aesthetic. He looked up and stared at Seibers' next move. Even if it was the Frost Knight King, it was not impossible to defeat him, if his guess was correct. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the experience when he confronted Ebdon. The difference in strength was the same, and it was the same battle of life and death, but there was still a chance of survival in the midst of death.
"You gained an almost arrogant confidence from the thrill of the sudden increase in strength," Seibers said, "Life and death is not something that can be changed by determination." He raised his sword, and the floating magic in the air suddenly paused. The Lines of Law from the three elemental planes sank at the same time. With the Frost Knight King as the center, the ground within a hundred feet radius seemed to be injected with some kind of magic. The cracked ground slightly brightened, and then with a loud bang, countless ice spikes grew in all directions in a spiral. In the blink of an eye, ice and frost covered the entire ground.
Frozen Earth Domain, one of the core skills of the Frost Earth Guard. In the domain, the Frost Earth Guard's mobility would be increased, and the enemy's mobility would be reduced. At the same time, the moment the domain was activated, all creatures on the ice would be imprisoned for half a second (decreasing based on the difference in level).
Half a second sounded like the blink of an eye, but for an existence of this level, it was the difference between life and death.
Seibers was very clear that the Nine Luminaries Sword Art was meaningless under such a large area of attack. As long as he stayed on the ground, he would die. Unfortunately, at that moment, he did not hear Brando shouting in his heart, "As expected, this is the moment —" Seibers still wanted to find Brando's figure in the ice fog, but unfortunately, it was futile. Then he looked up in surprise and saw Brando jumping up high.
This …
If Seibers remembered correctly, since his race disappeared from the earth, the Frost Earth Guard should have disappeared from the continent for nearly a thousand years. Even if it was Sanorso, even if it was the Wind Empress in the eyes of mortals, it would be impossible for her to have seen this move of his. In the loneliness of a thousand years, the only thing he had done other than waiting was to rebuild the inheritance of the Frost Earth Guard. The Frost Knight was now no longer the barbarian who used the power of three dimensions to indiscriminately bombard his enemies during the War of the Holy Saints. But what he didn't expect was that for the first time after a thousand years —
He was actually seen through by his opponent.
"Brando." In Brando's heart, Saint-ausol's voice was equally surprised, "Sometimes I wonder if you can read minds. Even I have never seen this move of Seibers', how did you react …"
"No, I don't. It was just luck."
But another answer in Brando's heart was: Isn't this the standard starting move of the Frost Knight in the early days? Frozen Earth to control the field, Cold Wind to attack, what's so strange about it?
The tactics developed by the Frost Earth Guard in the later days were much more incredible than this.
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