Ebdon raised its head and was slightly startled.
Brando took advantage of its shock and jumped up from the rubble. His body was like a shadow that grew taller and taller, leaving behind a series of afterimages. It was as if he had crossed a dozen meters in an instant.
Ebdon immediately realized that it was impossible to track his movements. Brando had the agility of 44 OZ after activating [Charge]. He was like the wind or a gust of wind. When the undead Knight turned around, Brando was already behind it.
Ebdon had already guessed that this was a terrifying burst of speed technique. In fact, it had already seen it at the start of the battle. But now that it was experiencing it personally, it was different.
This young man was not simple.
The White Knight's Pale Fang was unsheathed in an instant. It instinctively blocked Brando's Elven Sword with a clang.
This strike was beyond the realm of swordsmanship.
Both sides were fighting with their experience.
But Brando had already turned around after his strike missed. He still had one more second. He was like a phantom that avoided Ebdon's sight and stabbed his sword towards the left side of the Knight's chest.
Ebdon immediately swung its sword back to block Brando's attack. There was not a single flaw.
"How troublesome." Brendel gritted his teeth as he was covered in wounds.
But this time, it was the undead Knight's expression that changed. It suddenly felt that Brando had split into two, one from the left and one from the right. What was this? Projection technique? Dual martial arts?
Ebdon sensed the threat behind him and immediately turned around. However, he immediately saw a Gargoyle being split in half by his sword and rolling far away.
That moment was like a slow-motion scene. In the burning soul fire in its eyes, the scattered gargoyles slowly disintegrated and collapsed in the air. However, the Undead Knight immediately felt that something was wrong.
Brando had already swung his sword from the other side. This was the last strike of his [Charge] mode — [Power Burst], White Raven Sword Style].
But at that moment, the White Knight Ebdon lowered his sword, and the Nightmare Warhorse's hooves caved in, and it died in an instant. Then a huge force pushed Brendel and his sword out of the air, not allowing him to resist at all.
[Wall of Will]!
Although Brando knew that Ebdon was a high-ranked Knight, it must have learned the Sun Knight Aegwensen's [Aura] tactic, he was still hoping for a fluke. But Ebdon's reaction pushed him to the bottom of the abyss. However, this was an opportunity that couldn't be missed. Steeling his heart, he retreated seven or eight steps before coming to a stop. Gritting his teeth, he charged forward.
The White Knight Ebdon stood up from the ground, but this gap was enough for it to counterattack.
It threw its pure white cloak to the back and charged forward with its [Pale Fang]. 'Bang! Bang! Bang!' It clashed with Brando three times. Each strike made Brando stagger backward. The young man felt a sharp pain in his chest and almost coughed out blood.
At that moment, Retto and Mano finally broke free from the entanglement of the skeleton soldiers. They saw what happened and immediately turned their horses around.
"Erouine."
Ebdon looked coldly at Brando's broken defense and raised its sword for the last time. The pale flames in its eyes were as cold as ice.
"You're too old."
It thrust its sword forward.
He let go of the Elven sword in his left hand and raised it up to block Ebdon's Ashen Fangs. Then he pressed down on it again.
The leather gloves released a circle of blue light, but it was pierced in an instant.
The smile on Brendel's face disappeared, and he pursed his lips and pressed his sword down. The protective gloves on his hands were instantly set ablaze due to the overload of Mana.
But the sword still pressed down and left a bloody wound on his palm. Then, it bit open the chain armor on his body. The broken metal ring fell down like a smooth piece of wood. The snake-like sword drilled into the young man's lower abdomen.
The blood was as glaring as an aged red wine.
But Ebdon didn't see victory at this moment.
What it saw was Brendel using his bloody left hand to hold his right hand that was only left with bones. Slowly, but forcefully, he kept the Pale Fang in its piercing position. Then, he raised the Elven sword in his right hand.
In the eyes of the Undead Knight, there was also a sword burning with pure silver Sacred Flames.
'The sword is born from the light, the courage of all enemies.'
There were Elven words engraved on the sword.
Then.
The sword moved forward.
Ebdon raised its left hand to block, but the pure fire on the sword instantly burned through its bony palm and came out from the other side, stabbing into its chest.
The two swords connected the two Knights together.
At that moment, there was only the sound of the cold wind blowing through the valley.
… …
"I said," Brando said weakly: "Old man, you missed out on one thing … …"
"You think you won, young man?" Ebdon said coldly. Its voice was hoarse and low as if it came from another world.
It felt as if its chest was on fire. The pain was like torture, but Ebdon knew that it was not a fatal wound for it. Of course, it would need a long period of rest after this battle.
"No, it's just … …"
"Erouine is old … …"
"But there are still people who love it."
Brando couldn't help but sigh. The 'White Knight' was waiting for this opportunity.
The two drew their swords at the same time and attacked at the same time. The young man leaned to the left and let Ebdon's sword bite into his right lung. But at the same time, he raised his Elven sword up high and caused the undead Knight's left arm to fly far away.
The two retreated at the same time.
Brando immediately knelt on the ground and coughed loudly. He felt like his lungs were on fire. He had never experienced this in the game before, but he had experienced it once in Bucce.
The 'Unyielding' talent had been activated. He endured the waves of pain and stood up using his sword to support himself.
But Ebdon had already stood up. Its injuries were much lighter than Brando's. Although it was impressed by the young man's tenacity and unyielding confidence, but at this moment, the undead Knight needed victory more.
It was unable to maintain its balance after losing its left arm, but compared to Brando who immediately knelt down after standing up, it was much better.
Ebdon glanced to the left. Retto and Mano were still a step away from entering the battlefield. Thus, it quickly raised its Pale Fang and rushed towards Brando again.
But this time, it suddenly saw a flash of golden light at the top of the mountain.
It wasn't an illusion.
Almost everyone who raised their heads to look at this side saw the golden-red, blinding light. One of its ends shot out from Freya's ring, while the other pierced towards the 'White Knight' Ebdon.
However, that wasn't the case for Ebdon. What it saw wasn't a straight line, but a rolling fireball instead.
Because it was too fast, the afterimage left behind in the night gave the illusion that it was just a golden red line.
"Flame!" Then, Freya's loud voice echoed in the valley.
Ebdon immediately raised its sword, but it was still too late. The flame hit the tip of its sword and instantly expanded into a fireball. The shockwave spread out from the flame. At first, it was a visible shockwave that spread across the entire valley. Everyone's hair flew backwards, the trees Abies fell, and the needles flew into the night sky.
Then, countless gravel brushed past the hooves of Leto and Mano's horses, startling them so much that they stood up high.
But the flashing fireball only existed for a moment in everyone's eyes. Then, all the light sources dimmed. It was as if the entire night had become darker. Everyone couldn't help but turn around. They couldn't even see their own fingers.
Only Brando who was blown away by the shockwave could see the 'White Knight' Ebdon who was half-kneeling behind the smoke.
The Undead Knight was motionless.
Brendel knew that he would not be able to stand up no matter how strong he was. First, he was hit by a Wind Bullet that dealt 30 damage, then he was hit by two swords that dealt at least 140 damage, and then he was hit by a Fireball that dealt 45 damage.
He couldn't help but touch his forehead. He couldn't believe that he won just like that. But Freya's fireball almost blasted him half to death. Fortunately, he had the legendary Innate Skill, 'Unyielding'.
Brando couldn't help but laugh. He said that Ebdon had miscalculated because he knew that Ebdon wouldn't know that he had such a big secret.
He looked at Ebdon and didn't know what the former hero of Erouine was thinking.
Was it thinking that it would be defeated just like that?
Or was he reminiscing about his past glory?
Brando thought for a while and coughed. He wanted to sit up, but he heard a rustling sound behind him. He turned around and saw Freya and The Shire sliding down the hill nervously.
"Brando!" The ponytailed girl saw the young man lying on the ground, and all her thoughts were thrown out of her head. She only had one thought in her mind, and that was to rush up to him and support him. She asked carefully: "Brendel, a-are you alright?"
Brando wanted to answer, but his heart skipped a beat and he lay back down.
"Freya, is that you?" He suddenly coughed and asked weakly while lying on the ground.
"Yes, it's me. Can't you see me?" Freya saw that Brando was covered in wounds, especially the wounds on his chest and lower abdomen. She didn't know what to do and looked like she was about to cry: "Brando, don't say anything. I, I'll bandage your wounds …"
"Freya, there's no need. I need your help with something."
"W-what is it?" Freya could not help but panic when she heard his words, and her heart tensed up subconsciously.
"Let me think … Why don't you kiss me first?"
"Eh, ah … Ah?" Freya still had tears in her eyes, but when she heard this strange request, she couldn't help but be startled.
Seeing the ponytailed girl's serious face, Brando finally couldn't help but laugh. He hurriedly sat up and replied: "I'm just kidding, Freya. I'm asking you to help me stand up —"
"Your, your wounds, Brando, don't move! Don't be like this … I-I'll kiss you. " Freya was confused and thought that Brando was angry with her. She couldn't help but lower her head and blush.
Brando was startled and realized that he had gone overboard. He hurriedly explained: "Freya, I'm really fine."
"How is that possible!"
"I'm not just a Knight. I'm also a Magus, you know —" Brando didn't expect that Freya didn't believe him at all. He could only use another method to deceive her.
"Are, are you really fine?"
"Of course."
Brando gritted his teeth as if to show that he was really fine. He put on a pose of "I'm very healthy" while enduring the pain. Then, he reached for the No.9 Holy Water in his backpack with cold sweat all over his forehead.
But Freya stared at him in a daze. Her face first turned from red to white, and then back to red. Then, she bit her lips, lowered her head, and slowly clenched her fists.
"Brando, you, you …"
"You shameless bastard!"
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