Brando slowly sheathed his sword. It didn't feel like he was fighting on the battlefield, but more like a swordsman who had returned home and carefully sealed his beloved sword. He walked past Rovak slowly, and with every step he took, there was a shadow overlapping with him. Every shadow seemed to be using a different sword technique. Erouine's military sword technique had the cruelty and ruthlessness of Madara's sword technique. Sometimes it was like Fanzin's sword technique, the Sword of the White Night of Gretius's Knight, and sometimes it was the sword technique of the Cruz's people, the simple and pure sword technique of the Knight. But Rovak couldn't see any of them clearly.
What hit him was the simplest sword strike, the one that he thought he had dodged. However, the sword landed heavily on his breastplate, causing blood to gush out. His water element did not even have the time to play any role before it was shattered. At the last moment, he saw countless silver lines of the law of nature as his opponent slowly retracted his sword, bringing along countless fragments of his armor. Like countless sparkling spots of light, they returned to dust bit by bit.
Rovak opened his mouth, as if he wanted to shout this sentence from his chest, "The highest level of element, … the Sword of Space!" But in the end, he didn't make any sound. He knelt on the ground and then fell heavily.
Brando gently wiped the blood on his sword, and it turned into countless rose red beads that flew into the air like a crescent moon. The dust above the rubble was dissipating. He seemed to be walking on clouds, and the hem of his Count's coat fluttered in the cold wind between the mountains. He looked up, and the distance between him and the Imperial Drake Knight Regiment was just the distance of the city gate. The Imperial Knights were regrouping, and the horn was blown. They seemed to be shouting a strange command. The Drake Knight in the front row began to move forward slowly. The ground trembled slightly, and their spears were like trees in a forest. The flags floated like the fiery red sea, and their shining silver armor moved up and down. Brando heard their command, and then the spears were lined up in rows, forming a bunch of intersecting lines that pointed at him.
The knights began to gallop.
The undulating spears were like a black wave.
But at that moment, Brando thought of Scarlet. He silently looked at the Knight, and a voice in his heart answered, "Did you hear that, Scarlet? No matter what Her Majesty told you, this will be the answer of the Lord of Abies." Brendel gradually quickened his pace, and the knights also began to charge forward. Both sides crossed each other in an instant, but it was as if there was an invisible force that automatically separated the Imperial knights. Brendel passed through them, and with every step he took, he left behind an afterimage. Each afterimage raised a sword to block a knight's spear, and then threw the knight and the Earth Dragon into the air.
He took ten steps forward, and the Knight's attack.
The Knight fell to the ground, and it was a mess.
"So this … this is the Sword Saint …" The Duke's daughter looked at all of this with her mouth agape. She only felt that the usual worldview in her mind had been completely overturned at this moment. Her mind was full of chatter and buzzing, but she could not say a word when it reached her mouth. The development of the situation seemed to be completely out of her expectations from the beginning. She did not know what Brando wanted to do. It did not seem like he was just acting out of anger, or that he was young and impetuous. Everything he did was obviously premeditated, but she could not guess why he did it.
Was it because of a subordinate who was kidnapped by the Empire? No, she did not consider this possibility at all, unless he was really crazy.
But unfortunately, she thought that the most inconceivable idea might be the closest to the truth.
Beside him, the ball-shaped man was already scared out of his wits, and he directly collapsed to the ground.
The little princess of the Grand Duke of Grinoires held her wet nurse's hand tightly, and asked in fear, "Mother Elsa, is the Count starting a war?"
The young wet nurse's face was pale, and she trembled, unable to say a word.
In her opinion, this was clearly a war.
Greysword Saint-mephistopheles once fought against a thousand people in Oler, and with his sword, he made the Empire's people completely terrified. Even His Majesty the Emperor had to send out two Knight Regiments and three Sword Saints to encircle and annihilate him, but even so, he still left safely.
But now, what Brando was doing was the same thing. The attack power of an Elemental Activation powerhouse on the battlefield was unparalleled. Although he still could not fight against a real army by himself, a mere hundred Earth Dragon Knights were not too big of a problem for him. After the first wave of attack was thwarted, the Imperial Knights immediately began to adjust their tactics, trying to surround him and suppress him as much as possible with the advantage of numbers. Generally speaking, this was the most effective way to fight against an Elemental Level powerhouse.
But that was only generally speaking.
Brando took the last step forward. This step seemed to have crossed a distance of a hundred meters in the ordinary sense. It was as if his back foot had just left the ground, and his front foot had already reached the farthest corner of the Knight Regiment's encirclement. The Earth Dragon Knight did not even have time to react. He saw the space in front of him flash slightly, and a dazzling silver splendor had spilled out from it. Then, he flew out from the Earth Dragon's back together with his saddle.
Brando's sword struck out, and before the afterimage disappeared, he had already appeared in another direction. Then, there was another silver splendor, and a Knight flew out diagonally.
It seemed that in an instant, a dozen Brando's appeared in the gradually shrinking encirclement of the Knight.
The afterimages appeared one after another, and then disappeared one after another. In the end, there was only one left. Brando stood alone in the middle of the encirclement of the Imperial Knights. With him as the center, there was not a single Knight on any of the Earth Dragons. Further away, the Imperial Knights on the periphery were already stunned.
It was not that they had never seen a Sword Saint before.
There were many Sword Saints in the Empire. There were two Sword Saints in the four legions, and seven in the Holy Cathedral. This did not include the Sword Saints who were scattered in rumors. A century ago, the Empire had two Sword Saints who had now become legends. However, among the Sword Saints they knew, none of them had such strange swordsmanship. Brando flicked the dust on his black woolen sleeves, and looked up at the Knight who surrounded him. He thought that his performance was not bad, but it was far from enough.
He had to become famous in one battle, so that no one would dare to ignore his existence. He had to let the people of Cruz understand that he was the grandson of Darius, the successor of the Marshal of the Allied Forces, and Erouine's people were indispensable forces in the Holy War. He believed that the Silver Queen would take this into consideration.
He raised his left hand, and the Blessing of Bahamut shone silver under the sunlight.
However, countless silver Threads of the Law had already risen from Brando's side. They intertwined like a silver net and instantly spread across the entire barbican. Wherever it passed, it was as if an invisible shockwave swept across the entire Knight Regiment. Brando gently clenched his hand, and the entire regiment of Ground Dragon Knights, including hundreds of Silver Knights, immediately rose from the ground. As if they were affected by an anti-gravity spell, they screamed in horror and struggled, but it was useless. Brando gently pushed them, and all the Knights and Ground Dragons were separated. It was as if a magical hand had disrupted the order and then rearranged it. The entire square was instantly empty, and the Knights and Ground Dragons were fixed in the air in all directions.
There was only one person left in front of Brando.
It was a woman with a face full of wrinkles, wearing the Empire's red battle robe, holding a long sword, and a layer of fiery red Threads of the Law floating around her. She quietly looked at him.
"Madam Savannah." Brando politely greeted her as if he had expected her to be here.
"I know you." The swordswoman replied with a voice full of vicissitudes, "You are the grandson of Sword Saint Darius. If you want to protect your grandfather, why do you have to do this? If you insist on doing things your own way, you will drag many innocent people into the flames of war. Do you understand? The Empire will not tolerate such provocation."
Brando looked at the elderly woman. During the Holy War, she had once served as his grandfather's adjutant. Among the three Sword Saints of the Black Sword Fortress, she was the oldest and the most powerful. Her name was White Shadow, but she was the strongest of the Golden Flame Sword Saints. But he still shook his head.
"The grudge between my grandfather and the Empire can be resolved if necessary," he replied slowly, "But today's lesson is only to teach the arrogant people of the Empire a lesson. The teachings of the Holy Cathedral of Fire have never written that anyone is superior to anyone else. There may have been such an Empire in history. But I want to ask you a question, Madam Savannah. Where are the people of Miirna today? Why did Gilt the Great and the three Sages fight? "
Savannah looked at him as if she was not moved by his words at all. She only shook her head, "For this reason, you want to start a war so that people can face the people of Erouine? Count Gilt, this kind of honor is meaningless to the soldiers who died in battle. I think you should understand this point. The ancient saying of the Nine Phoenixes: For the sake of the superiors, one must not be angry and fight. "
"There is no war here, Madam Savannah." Brando replied.
"Are you deceiving yourself?"
"There is only one dispute here, Madam Savannah. Since you people of Cruz think that Erouine is not qualified to be respected by you, then I will use my strength to correct your point of view. There was someone in history who treated my grandfather the same way. Guess who that person was? "Brando replied.
Savannah's face changed slightly, "The Black Raven Duchy, you mean …"
Brando interrupted her, "I'm glad that you remember this, Madam Savannah. I will answer your question again. I am the leader of Erouine's diplomatic corps. I fight for my kingdom and the glory of my guards. This rule is written in the ancient books of the Holy Cathedral. It is sacred and cannot be violated. Since you people of Cruz have challenged the glory of my guards, just like how the guards of the Black Raven Duchy challenged my grandfather, then you should be prepared, right?"
"Wait, this is the logic of a bandit. We are …" Savannah's face darkened. She hurriedly tried to explain, but she was interrupted by Brando for the second time.
"No one said that the people of Cruz can be detached from worldly affairs, right?"
"This …"
Seems like it.
But …
Savannah's eyes flashed with anger. She couldn't help but say word by word, "Do you think that you can defeat the Border Legion of Rogeria with your little guards? I'm telling you, it's impossible, Mr. Earl! If you let the people of Cruz and Erouine kill each other because of your selfishness, the Empire will not tolerate your sophistry, and your kingdom will not accept such an excuse! "
"Yes," Brendel replied: "At least compared to what you did in the Alkash Mountains, I'm not so cold-blooded that I can look at life and death. That's why I only want some people to lower their heads and not take their lives."
"Naive, wishful thinking!" Savannah raised her sword and said, "The people of the Empire would rather die than lower their heads. Raise your head and look at the sky, Count. Your ability is not so great that you can force us to submit. Have you seen the scene of two ferocious beasts of equal strength fighting each other? Grandson of Darius, if I were you, I would order your men to stop attacking immediately before the consequences are out of control. "
Brando shook his head and said, "That's exactly what I wanted to say to you. Throw down your sword and surrender, Ms. Savannah. You are not a prisoner of the enemy. You are just apologizing to your allies. Besides, your resistance is meaningless. If I were you, I would look up and see what is happening in the sky. "
Savannah was slightly startled.
She raised her head in confusion.
But not far from her, Avram and the Duke's daughter were already looking at the sky.
… …
The Empire's Wizards were like specks of dust floating above the walls of the Black Sword Fortress. In the sky above the fortress, the black rune gargoyles' attacks and the Empire's counterattacks were fiercely intertwined.
They were gradually turning the situation around. The remaining two hundred gargoyles were unable to get close to the walls under the intense firepower, and gradually, they began to suffer casualties. The Empire's soldiers almost couldn't help but cheer. Although they didn't know how the battle inside the fortress was going, at least on the walls, they were about to win. As long as the enemy couldn't climb the walls, it was only a matter of time before the scales of victory tilted.
But all of this only lasted until the appearance of the young Wizard.
Avram looked at the sudden battle with fear. Beside him, Eke and the officer from Yanilasu had already mounted their horses and were preparing to follow Metisha to save the refugees. As for Avram, his mind was filled with thoughts of how to end the battle. No, it should be said that there was no way to end the battle. This damned Earl had actually launched a surprise attack on the Empire's fortress. This was something that couldn't be justified. He could almost imagine how furious the Emperor would be after hearing this news.
What's more, he subconsciously thought that this sneak attack was most likely going to be a loss.
He saw that with the help of the Empire's Wizards, the Empire's guards were gaining the upper hand, while the Earl was still fighting with the Earth Dragon Knight. He actually sent a young Wizard to deal with the battle on the walls. But what could a young Wizard do? The knowledge and wisdom of a Wizard were accumulated over the course of time. In Avram's imagination, those real Wizards should be like those old pedants he saw in Karsuk.
However, the name 'Charles' did sound a little familiar.
He couldn't help but glance at that person from the corner of his eyes.
But after that glance, he couldn't look away anymore.
The Shire slowly rose into the sky, his Wizard robe fluttering in the cold wind. With his arrival, all the Wizards on the battlefield subconsciously felt a sense of fear rising from the bottom of their hearts. An era ago, the flame of magic was ignited for the first time. A wise being taught this law that had never existed before to all the people of Silver and Black Iron. It was as if before that, no one understood the origin of Law Magic and Elemental Magic. It was different from Divine Spells and Runic Spells of the Witches. But from that moment on, it was born in this world and shaped a great civilization.
Where did magic come from?
Perhaps only one person could answer this question.
That person was Tuman.
However, at this moment, all of the Sorcerers felt a power that came from the same source. It was as if an ancient voice was calling out to its people, and the trembling that came from the depths of their souls was enough to shock everyone.
The Shire was responding to the unknown being.
"Silver Staff Wizard, requesting permission as a Planeswalker."
"Permission granted."
The young Wizard gently flicked his robe, his eyes flashing with silver flames. His gaze swept across the battlefield, and he couldn't help but reply with a strange tone. "So, this is the power of a Planeswalker."
"So, this is the source of the Law."
He raised a finger.
"In the name of the Scroll of Wisdom, the Law, the Flowing Wind, and the Shallow Sea, I present the third Law — the Dragon of Ether."
"At every moment, the energy is always changing forms. It sweeps and rushes, flowing endlessly."
Thousands of years ago, the people of Fanur who worshipped the Sun in the south of the Miner Plains had seen the miraculous scene of dragons migrating. They were as blue as the sea, sweeping across the sky.
Thousands of years later, the people of Cruz witnessed this magnificent scene once again.
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(PS: You guys were complaining that my writing was all kinds of weak and not impressive. Now it's time to put in some effort. Alright, alright, at the end of this chapter, I'm asking for more votes next month. Do you want to read more? There's more! Also, ignorance! Don't think of waiting for my forces. I'm not that good at PVP … This reminder is for your own good, got it?)
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