Vol 5 Chapter 43

The night was as cold as water, Brando moved slowly along a quiet path, and the silent forest separated in his vision, exposing a winding path winding through the woodland. The sound of gurgling water was heard in the distance, and the right hand side of the wood was shining under the moonlight, which was the direction of the Butch River. After the bushes separated, the road in front suddenly opened, and the dilapidated wooden house was like a sleeping beast, looming behind the dense foliage.

He was already familiar with this path. Every day for ten years, he had to walk through the woods in the morning light, following the tall back; a bare stump suddenly entered his view, beside the stump. There seemed to be an old man and a young man. The old man looked at the young man, and the young man held the wooden sword and repeatedly waved to the air. But the stump had long been covered with moss, and even a brown mushroom had grown on the roots of the tree. The figure seemed to dissipate under the moonlight, bringing time back to reality.

This quiet sawmill was abandoned ten years ago. The owner of the sawmill transferred it to a local nobleman, but the nobleman closed the sawmill soon after because of poor management. Brando's memory of it was from that time, until before the death of his grandfather.

The quiet scenery seemed to calm his chaotic mood, but the words of Princess Griffin were vivid:

"At the time, those who knew it were the Silver Queen, the Wind Elves, and Her Majesty the Pope of Faenza."

"They are not only insiders but also witnesses. Only they know what happened during the war in Alkash. There is one more thing I want to tell you, Mr. Brando, the Wind Elves also owe Da Lord Ruth's kindness. "

But it was not that simple, Brando shook his head. Because he remembered what Veronica and he had said-the jihad ended forty years ago, and from then on, the Silver Queen stepped into the supremacy of the empire. She had an adventure when she was young, making her young forever, and even the Dragon clan owed her a favor. The chaotic thread ends seemed to be gradually connected together. Brando was behind the heavy history. At this moment, he saw the shadow of the people of gold.

Dragon race.

Why did the Dragons have something to do with this.

In fact, there was another name in his mind at the moment-Aloz.

Brando walked silently to the bank of the river. A stump formed this open area. On the other side of the river was a quiet stag forest. There were many legends in the past. Old witch, fairy, white stag , Haunted castle, brought endless fun to him as a child. The adventurous spirit of the boy's nature is the natural enemy of adults. Although the local children were ordered to be banned from entering the forest, there were still two such times that made him successful.

Gradually, the memories of childhood cleared away the doubts in his mind, and for a while Brando couldn't help but think of Bresson's stinky guy, at that time he was the leader of the kids outside the city, and Bray Mori followed the aristocratic children in the city like dogs, but they had done a few hardships between them, making their nose and face swollen. But he couldn't beat Bryson at that time, and the hatred of the two had ended since then.

He shook his head, and the faces of the shaking children disappeared in his mind. Bryson went to the north and didn't know what was going on. The small contradiction between him and the other party disappeared as early as Ampersel. . His father, Sir Hapki, visited his home in the afternoon. He must have heard about him from the top of the Vatican Regiment. He still remembers the spirit of this jazz man when he was the sheriff. He quit his job in the aristocratic parliament and returned to his home to rest in peace; when Brando saw him again, Sir Hapkey was pale and pale, as if he was ten years old.

Habuki came to his own home to inquire about Bryson, he did not conceal it. In fact, Bryson also entrusted him to send a message to his home when he was at Ampelsel. But when he saw gray hair, scratch his back, and kept talking to himself, as if he had dried the old habqi like Sir Little Old Man, Brando still felt a time like water.

"Oh, Bresson's kid doesn't know how to deal with people, Brando. If you grow up together, you have to help him. Don't let him offend too many people."

The thought of Sir Hubble's words made Brando a little funny, and in his impression, it seemed that Bresson was really such a person. But I ca n’t get there any better, if it was n’t too stubborn when I was young, or I would n’t let my grandfather learn everything. He sighed and walked slowly along the riverbank. The squeaking worms in the silent sawmill were the same as they were ten years ago, and they are still the same today, except that the moonlight has become brighter and the sound of water seems to be clearer.

Brando slowly passed these familiar scenes, and almost every bit of his stump had his memories. There is a kind of enlightenment in his heart, as if the world has gradually become real and clear in his eyes since daytime. The mentality of passers-by and players that has always existed has finally started to crack, and Brando can even listen To the sound that shattered like glass, it was melting in snow and ice.

He looked up, heavy shadows appeared in front of his eyes, as if the whole world had become the same color as the old photographs stained with color. He saw the past and saw the grandfather carrying himself to practice sword here, every time A sword, every step, every time he raises his arm, the path of Jian Guang is clearly reflected in his memory.

He saw himself being hit again and again, and then got up again, complaining sometimes, and sometimes losing his temper.

But the old man just said nothing and looked at himself silently.

But for a moment, as if he was enchanted, he saw the legendary swordmaster Darus looked up and glanced at himself in this direction. Brando burst into a cold sweat, he stood still, standing under the bright moonlight, the memories of the past flowing into his mind like flowing water.

From birth, to growth, from ignorance to maturity, he seemed to see the last moment he woke up from his dream, the oscillating skull frame, the sword inlaid with black roses, and the intertwined pictures, Rotating at a rapid speed, as if becoming a line extending forward, Brando suddenly awakened, this is the law.

The Wall of Law became real and clear before him, and then collapsed. Brando looked up and saw that the entire world was expanding in a void, and in the center of this world, a white tower Soar into the clouds.

The second world Baita Ovilia, it is said that the White Tower supports all the orders of Vaund, is the line and the end of all the laws, and all the laws center on it to form a circle called 'world'; Martha Write all the truths and laws on the white tower, and the traveler climbs up the white tower and understands the true meaning of the world one by one.

As if the children and the elders go hand in hand, mortals claim to be on the side of truth--

Brando suddenly opened his eyes, and a strange gleam was added to his bright eyes-what is space and time? They themselves describe the state of matter, as if it existed in the world, but not in the world, but at the moment when he really touched Vond, the core laws of this world finally opened the door to him.

Brando raised his hand, and the stone that should have existed on a realistic place disappeared, then appeared in front of him. He had a feeling that he could easily change the nature of the material, and the surface of the stone was It became potholes like wind erosion, then shattered, and eventually turned into powder.

It seems to have gone through millions of years.

This is the ultimate unification of law and will.

Brando understood that he had unknowingly stood in front of the gate of truth. After a long journey, his state of mind finally merged with this world. Brando and Sophie, No longer separate each other. Those past knowledge and experience, memories and feelings fit perfectly together. He felt that although his strength had not increased, if he wanted to fight against Kou Hua or Williams again, he could easily suppress the other side.

Brando smiled slightly. The first thing he did was open the panel.

Human male, 20 years old.

Power system: element area (individual law), superior authority.

Time and space——

(In the eyes of the Hazar gods, time and space itself is a concept used to describe the state of existence of the world. If matter and energy do not exist, then time and space collapse accordingly. But the concept often extends to definition and imagination Power, which is the root of the law, the key to existence—)

Factor Power (4/4)

dominate--

‘Space is constrained and managed by you’

As long as the line of the law tends to be stable, the controller of time and space can make the next attack appear at any coordinate in space, and you can also make any object appear at any coordinate.

Cost: 50 Order Power

stable--

‘Space is the furthest distance between people. If you ca n’t get over it, how can you hurt me? ——Sardin, King of Law Wizard ’

The line of law shelters the user's armor and weapons. As long as the attack fails to penetrate the law, the armor and weapons are considered unbreakable. In addition, stability grants an extra +2 defense to those in charge of time and space.

Consumption: Passive

Time--

‘Time is my ally, your enemy’

The controller of time and space allows one or more beings to decay or recover completely. The degree of decay and recovery depends on the power of the controller to control the order.

Consumption: Any

gap--

‘You seem to be in the cracks of time, and its flow is always particularly slow for you’

The person in charge of time and space no longer naturally ages, thus doubling the lifespan and doubling the body function brought about by metabolism.

Consumption: Passive

Power of Order: 0/3000

The four pillars of the elements have been completely changed, and they must become the master, and the passage of time has become time. The master allows him not only to control himself, but also to control all existence in the line of the law, even the enemy. Time has not only strengthened the ability of aging, but now has the power of retrospection. Such a power is already close to an existential deity. However, the ensuing consumption was also astonishing. He had previously experimented with the power of decay, turning a stone into a powder, and growing to the peak of the enlightenment of the elements after 3000 points of order power was consumed instantly.

Brando couldn't help but smile a bitterly, this ability still looks good, but it is impossible to use at his level of strength. The only comfort is that it is at least slightly better than when the elements were civilized. What's more, the gap ability has been further strengthened, the aging rate has slowed down again, and the body function has doubled. This attribute was originally a bit of a **** to him, but now it is a very practical passive skill.

But what really brought him the biggest change was his rank:

Mercenaries have become forty ranks. In addition to the original military swordsmanship, weapon mastery, charge, in-depth analysis, puncture strikes, nine winds after the wind, flash sword and riding, there are also stealth, Grey Hughes knight swords, and broken Army sword three skills.

The element has been changed to level 27, and the skills have not changed much, but alchemy has been mentioned to level 10.

The Templars have become level 30, and the blood of the sun, the crown of thorns, and the aura of conflict have directly changed to level 15. In addition, a skill called Holy Power Infusion has been added.

The Frost Guard has become level 25, but his skills are still the same as before and he has not learned anything, so he has a basic enchanting bite to enchant the sword.

Then the scholars grew the most, directly from the fifteenth level to the fiftyth level. There are a variety of gray knowledge, geography, nature, engineering, and various local knowledge in the following. Among them, the most related are the religious knowledge and Ma of Faenzan. Local knowledge of Dara.

And under all the professions, there was an extra profession that Brando knew very well—

Two-handed swordsman, level thirty.

When Brando saw this profession, he almost shed tears. If he saw the change of his attributes before, he didn't understand what happened, but when he saw this profession, he knew everything. Because of this profession, it is Sophie who has persisted to the last profession, a pure professional 130-handed two-handed swordsman.

He learned stealth from the Nightingale players in White City, and learned the famous Knights swordsmanship from the Knights of Gray Hughes. He hit his only advanced swordsmanship in the copy under the ruins of Valata-broken Army Sword. His Templar skill level came from before the death of Eruin. His alchemy was formed early in the game. After learning the blood alchemy, it has been deserted. His knowledge comes from a long journey. He has lived in Erouin for a long time and has dealt with the Brotherhood of the Thieves to understand the gray areas of this world. He has been to Saint Osor, to Fazan, and to Gray Hughes. And even sneaked into Madara.

But these are all past history.

These experiences already existed in his mind.

But it was only at this moment that the system finally recognized the knowledge and merged them with Brando ’s experience in this world, just like when he took over this body, Brando ’s soul remained on the body as a militia. Same experience as swordplay. Now the experience and knowledge from Sophie finally finally naturally merged into this body. However, the experience of swordplay and combat in the game is not as solid as it is in actual combat, so it seems that the system only recognizes less than a quarter.

But it was this quarter that made his realm leap to the pinnacle of enlightenment.

The side of truth is not near.

This is really an unexpected gain.

Brando breathed a sigh of relief. He has always felt the barrier between himself and the world. It is this barrier that makes him slow to enter and leave before and after the elements of civilization. He has been in several professions. Investing in experience, but the realm of elements has never been improved. But this day, he finally broke this knot, and the road to the power of existence seemed to be clear before him. Although he understood that the road was still long, he was at least not out of reach.

The mind seemed to be back in the body, and the subtle sounds under the night were captured by his five senses again. He listened carefully to the worms and the water, but at this time, a strange sound came into his ears.

Brando frowned. He felt his senses were much sharper. Before that, he hadn't noticed this subtle voice. He turned his head in a certain direction, and it was already certain in his heart that the voice was someone. The sound of practicing swords, the whistling wind, was too familiar to him. But the question is, who is going to practice sword here in the middle of the night, Brando looks slightly confused in that direction.

...

Antitina stood by the creaking waterwheel, holding a coat, and silently watching the glittering river in the moonlight. In her mind, she kept thinking about the thing she saw in the afternoon. She sometimes felt that it would be better if she did not see it. She remembered that she passed the dwarf rose fence behind the manor, and everyone was appreciating Old Scott. In the waterwheel of Mr.'s house, Yu Guang in the corner of her eyes saw her lord and her Royal Highness together.

She widened her eyes and saw her Royal Highness approaching her lord, standing on her toes like a ignorant girl, looking up at her face, and gently pecking his lips.

At that time she almost shouted in fright.

Even until now, she still felt a little dazzled.

But she immediately felt that she might be dazzled, because he suddenly saw a figure probing her in the bushes not far away, but it was so late, how could anyone be in this place. Suddenly, Antitina was alert. It wasn't her illusion. It was someone who was there. She frowned and looked at the place warily. "Who's there?"

With a bang, a beggar-like boy emerged from the bushes. He looked at Antitina with a little suspicion and asked carefully, "Are you Mr. Brando's wife? he."

Antitina blushed, but instead of shaking her head to deny, she asked, "Who are you?"

"My name is Dean, and I have something urgent to tell Mr Brando."

The teenager replied.

... (To be continued.) (Go ..)