Less than an inch away from the sharp icicles, a network of silver lines extending from the ice surface appeared behind Brando. The definition of a wall in the Law was to separate the inside from the outside, and it also had the meaning of stopping. Brando landed heavily on the equidistant grid formed by the silver lines, and the corresponding force was transmitted back from the Law Wall. He used this force to roll back, and at least he did not fall into the Frozen Earth Domain.
At the same time, the silver lines bent downward, absorbing the huge impact when he landed. Then, a clear and bright voice appeared in the biting cold wind, "In the name of the Law, Wall, Tension, Protection, Tarathohe's Scepter, Lightning Counterattack —"
A five-foot-tall, five-foot-wide force field shaped shield appeared in front of Brando, and at the same time, a lightning bolt tore through the fog condensed by the frost, making a sizzling sound. It was like a long golden snake, snaking towards Seibers who was standing in the center of the Frozen Earth Domain. However, the Frost Knight King was unmoved, and with a casual pull, he tore the lightning beam into pieces. He raised his head, and the frost mist dissipated, revealing the floating figure behind him.
The young wizard floating in mid-air — The Shire.
As early as the battle in Ampere Seale, Brando had been studying ways to fight against the Ultimate Domain. After the Planeswalker card was displayed, it would be connected to the Planeswalker according to the Law. Once it was blocked, there was almost no other way to summon it back to his side except for the daily reset time. Therefore, the idea of making Planeswalker cards came into being at that time, as a secondary thing that was separated from Brando.
Authority. In the Law, there was no doubt that the Planeswalker card was regarded as a part of Brando's body. Therefore, Brando could summon any set of Planeswalker cards to his side at any time, regardless of the distance, the boundary of vision, or even vice versa. In other words, if Brando wanted to, he could even leave the Ultimate Domain at any time.
But that was meaningless. He knew that he could only get the reward of the mission if he defeated Seibers here.
He knew very well what it might be.
The Frost Knight King's silver-white eyes showed a hint of surprise. After the fog parted, what he saw wasn't the Planeswalker card holding a silver staff and wearing a patterned white robe – The Shire of the Silver Robed Wizard. Instead, it was the man who had returned to a thousand years ago and was crowned as the Dragon of the World: Darkness. However, one of them was facing him, while the other had his back.
"Seibers, can you see the future of this land?"
"Frost Knight King, thank you for your hospitality, but it's my turn to attack now —"
The two voices intertwined and echoed in his ears. Seibers almost squinted his eyes, and a phosphorescence quietly burned in his eyes. Different answers, but the same ability and presence, the same destiny and pursuit. He could even remember that terrifying power. When the organization still existed, the scene of the thirteen Supreme Managers fighting with unknown enemies on the ancient battlefield was still clear as if it was a memory from yesterday. It's just that …
The presence of this young man in front of him was different from anyone he had seen before. It was neither Odin, the commander of the Legion, nor Kingston of the Judgement Sword. It was different from anyone. Could there be other Supreme Managers in this world?
But there was no time for him to think —
Brando borrowed the power of the silver net and charged toward him. At the same time, The Shire that was summoned floating in the sky was chanting a new spell. It was a sonorous Draconic word filled with magic, and the pressure was like a sharp claw that pierced through the restless space. Seibers saw all of this. After experiencing thousands of battles, these were just insignificant skills in his eyes.
He felt like he could easily resolve the situation in his heart with just a wave of his hand, but he still looked at the scene with interest, as if he was enjoying the process of something interesting sprouting.
"Maybe this is that person," he thought to himself.
Sparks flew in all directions as Halran Gaia landed heavily on the spine of the Frost Chant's sword. He was shocked, because he did not even see when Seibers moved. It was faster than he thought by a hair's breadth. The next moment, five blazing golden-red lines had bypassed him and stabbed at Seibers' back like a sharp dagger. This wasn't a flame formed by the gathering of elements, it was purely a high temperature.
It was the Law of Golden Lines —
"Heat, high temperature and motion —" The Shire's voice was still as sharp as a sword.
The golden-red flames hit the back of the Frost Knight King. Brando could even see the rising flames and sparks, but to his disappointment, Seibers was unmoved. The pale white damage number that was projected on his retina was a huge zero. It couldn't break through his defense?! How did this guy's defense suddenly increase so much?! Seibers turned his head, and his eyes were filled with anger.
White's phosphorescence was a stark contrast to the uneasiness in his heart, and he almost suffocated.
"My Lord, I feel that the Law has been frozen by him!" The Shire reminded him hurriedly through telepathy.
The Frost Knight King has this ability? Brando felt a chill in his heart and quickly avoided his opponent's gaze. He used the Nine Luminaries Sword Art to wander around, trying to find a suitable opportunity to cut in. Unfortunately, Seibers at this moment acted like a seasoned swordsman, waiting for Brando's last strike. This made him feel a little discouraged. In fact, at this moment, Brando already had the intention to retreat. He had experienced many battles and understood that there were some
Chances in battle, but there were other battles where there was no chance of winning. As a wise player, or a swordsman at this moment, he should know when to choose to retreat.
He decided to fight for the last time. The Shire's Law of Protection was still on him. If this attack didn't succeed, he would let Hipamira (Faith Deck, The Shire's Priest card) pull him and the Shire out of the Polar Plain.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Seibers suddenly spoke again. With a soft sound, he used the Soul Detainer Fingus in his hand to block Brando's sword. Then the heavy and hoarse voice asked, "Young man, I'm curious. What is the purpose of your pursuit of power?"
Brando was slightly startled, but he subconsciously thought that this was just a way for the opponent to distract him. He pondered for a moment and did not respond.
In the blink of an eye, two or three swords clashed.
"You may not understand this. Only when you understand the meaning of Odin's inheritance can I pass it to you without worry …"
This time, Brando was finally moved. He blocked Seibers' sword and quickly asked, "What are you trying to say, respected Frost Knight King?"
"I'm saying that this power contains the tip of the iceberg of a secret. You may have vaguely guessed it, but only those who truly accept it may be qualified to obtain the final inheritance of the Dark Dragon."
While the two were answering and answering, their hands were not slow at all. The three long swords crisscrossed like lightning. On the surface, Brando was constantly retreating. He could not help but grit his teeth. At least in terms of swordsmanship, he found that he could not gain the slightest advantage over the opponent. Seibers' sword was becoming more and more skillful. It was as if the Frost Knight King was just teasing him. Finally, he found a gap and said, "Secret, you mean the secret behind the Battle of the Holy Saints?
The truth? "
The soulfire in Seibers' eyes suddenly lit up. He suddenly withdrew his sword, giving Brando a chance to breathe. "You are smarter than I thought, young man."
This actually had nothing to do with being smart, because for the Battle of the Holy Saints, Brando's understanding of the war was no less than the two present — Seibers and Saint-ausol the Wind Empress. And as a bystander, he might even see it more clearly. Although there were many mysteries in the Battle of the Holy Saints, Brando thought that perhaps there was no deep reason behind it. The Miirnas were arrogant and overbearing day after day, and they had no end to the Silver People.
The oppression eventually led to war, and the flames of this war burned across the entire continent. 'The sages led their ancestors through the dark wilderness, and the people of the Silver Race were scattered across the land' was a reference to this period of history. However, the Bugas and the Mist Elves eventually won, and they established the order after the War of the Holy Saints. It was just that the Black Iron Race took advantage of the situation to rise.
This was the official setting, and it could not be overturned.
Brando took advantage of the moment when Seibers withdrew his sword to support the Halran Gaia on the silver grid, gasping for breath. But he raised his head and couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to say that the Four Holy Saints covered up the truth, and that the Dark Dragon Odin was actually the righteous side in the Battle of the Holy Saints?" His tone was not trusting, which made Saint-ausol the Wind Empress, who was quietly watching the battle, a little curious. In her impression, Brando was different from the Flame Empress.
The other people under the rule of the Holy Cathedral, when he talked about her, Crewe, and the other three, although there was respect in his tone, there was no reverence in his heart, which was completely different from those brainwashed believers. But at this moment, Brando's tone was undoubtedly on their side.
Although Saint-ausol had a clear conscience about history, there was no doubt that she was still happy for Brando's trust at this moment.
"No, not all, I don't want to talk about history in terms of success or failure. That's just the superficial view of you mortals. I don't mean to speak without thinking, young man, I just want to show you something." Seibers smiled and replied, the look in his eyes was clearly very interesting.
Brendel furrowed his brows.
He had actually communicated with Saint-ausol in private, but Saint-ausol's answer was also somewhat curious, "No, let him continue, Brando, I think maybe he didn't say anything wrong. Remember, Seibers is not one of those glib-tongued sycophants around that guy, he is a real warrior!"
Brando nodded, he looked at the King of the Frost Knight. After Seibers put away his sword, the battle between the two sides came to an end. Although this battle made Brando very unhappy, it was purely a suppression of strength. If he could still maintain his strength at his peak, he felt that he might be able to fight the King of the Frost Knight alone, "What do you want to show me?" He asked.
"Just a battlefield."
Seibers answered faintly, he raised his hand, and the scenery on the Extreme Plains changed dramatically again.
"There is an eternal battle in our world."
Brando was trying to figure out the meaning of this sentence, but his eyes had already reflected a scene that surprised him. It was an endless field, but there were more than just meadows rolling in the wind like wheat waves. At the end of his vision, there were two huge armies marching. Even Saint-ausol the Wind Empress was slightly surprised. Brando might have understood what she was thinking because the army on the horizon was the Black Wing Legion of the Miirna, known as the right wing of the Dark Dragon, the elite of the Miirna.
"The Black Wing. We defeated this army in the Great Swamp at the cost of many lives, and Eleranta lost an eye forever in this battle."
Brando nodded, he even knew the story behind this, and the sacrifice of Orthlyss. This battle was written into a magnificent poem by poets in later generations to praise the dedication and sacrifice of their ancestors.
"Then where is this place, did you have another war with them?"
Saint-ausol shook her head blankly.
Obviously, she was also puzzled by the scene in front of her.
Brando looked at the other side of the sky, he was curious who the enemy of these arrogant Miirna was — the equally large army that was like a black cloud.
On the side, Seibers still seemed to be immersed in his own memories as he told the story, "In this war, I belonged to the seventh column of the Earth Legion, and I was honored to become a commander under Lord Odin —"
"Earth Legion? Isn't it the Black Wing? "Brando seemed to have heard the name for the first time, but he felt that it was vaguely familiar.
The Frost Knight King glanced at him and did not answer the question, "It's different from what you think. This legion has been passed down for much longer than you think, and even we don't know the origin of the system. It seems that this legion has existed before the birth of the Miirna. Some say that it even came from the era of the Divine People, from before the destruction of Babel Fortress. But warriors like us are like a brand in our blood, and we are born a part of this legion. This memory seems to be inherited from the soul, and it allows us to understand our position in this huge sequence. Everyone has such a responsibility. "
"Can you imagine —"
Brando opened his mouth slightly, he did not understand what the other party was saying.
An army that was born to be a legion? What's going on? But he suddenly felt that he seemed to have heard such a name in the game.
"Like I said, this is an eternal battle. It's as if there's no beginning and no end. The Earth Legion also exists eternally, as if it's just to fight against their fated enemy," the Frost Knight King replied faintly.
"Fated enemy?"
"Brando …" Saint-ausol's voice suddenly came, "Look over there!"
It was rare for Brendel to hear the Wind Empress speak to him in such an urgent tone. He frowned and subconsciously turned his head back, but what he saw was a flash of light on the horizon. It was not the light of magic, but some kind of strange refraction. Was it the reflection of the armor? No, it did not seem like it. Brando narrowed his eyes. At that moment, he finally saw where the refraction came from.
It was the color of crystals.
Crystal Clusters.
No, it should be the army of Crystal Clusters.
Brando could not help but subconsciously hold his breath. Martha above, whether it was here or in the game, he had never seen or imagined so many Crystal Clusters.
What was that?
… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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