Vol 6 Chapter 483

Name:The Amber Sword Author:Fei Yan
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Around Valhalla, the silver light gates opened, and a wizard stepped out of it, standing in the sky, holding a staff, and a robe hunting in the trembling north wind.

"Tissadormara!" (In the name of a star)

A wizard held up the staff in his hand, the gem on the head of the staff sparkled, and the silver beam emerged from the gem and shot in the other direction.

"Natazzvro!" (Lyra, one of the twelve witch constellations)

The first wizard in the clockwise direction also lifted the staff, and aimed the gem on the staff with the silver light that came in. The light passed through the gem and immediately turned to the other direction.

A famous wizard stretched out his staff. In the sky, the mysterious walker of the red robe, the tower magician of the blue robe, and the gray mage of the gray robe, the colored robes complement each other, and when the silver beam passes through one's staff, it will be faster Refraction goes in the other direction, refraction time and time again, until finally forming a continuously divided circle.

A great circle around Valhalla.

Hollis finally raised his wand ‘Togriffin’, and the silver beam passed through the dreamlike ring of azure tears on the head of the wand to make a final stroke for this great circle.

He stared at the giant tree below with indifferent silver eyes, slightly tilting the staff in his hand.

"Natadohla Day," (Crown of the North Wind,)

"Fishionratado Day." (Scepter of the Earth.)

"Flame-eaam-oss-vitss," (elements of the Quartet,)

"Tissadorliary!" (Guide to the stars.)

A dazzling beam of light emerged from the tears of Azure, pointing directly at the center of the giant circle.

A huge silver rune appeared on top of the giant circle flame. With it as the center, the silver halo suddenly expanded outward, and countless mysterious runes naturally formed in the ring. That is a method. Array, and then seventeen connected French formations in turn.

In the hall of the tree, the light spirits are in a state of chaos.

"It's over, it's arrogant!" Monica spat out her tongue. She slammed on the console, slammed almost all the crystals into the groove, and screamed loudly, "Valhalla!"

"Warning, a strong magic ripple was detected. It is expected that the third-layer shield target will be judged to be string magic, elemental attack, strength 13th order, and the magic ripple response will be detected as a star strike." Within the hall of the tree.

"Come on, how much energy is there?"

"The remaining energy is 11.3%. It is expected to withstand the attack intensity of Tier 11 or below."

Miss Guangling patted her forehead: "I'm going to die, please tell Lord Lord!"

The north wind whistled.

There was silence on the battlefield.

Whether it's the Tonigers, or the nobles, knights, and private soldiers in the South, everyone is watching this scene blankly. Such a war has already exceeded their imagination.

The sky is showing a second rune, written in light: eaam. (Earth)

"grown ups……"

The knights turned back.

Brando patted the shoulder of his young captain, and he looked up, his eyes reflecting the silver network. But what he saw was not the magic of the Sasard. It was a gray sky, a vast plain, and long winds.

He closed his eyes, exhaled softly, and took a breath.

Into the lungs was the cold air, the breath of the north wind. It comes from the distant Anzeruta Plateau and crosses the warm sparkling sea. Sparkling waves on the sea, under the sea, in the direction of the ocean current, Naga's ethnic group is migrating south. It came here. Bringing the wind of the Northland.

Brando saw all of this with his own eyes, his eyes seemed to penetrate through the plains and mountains, through the sky and the earth, everything in Warnd. All in his eyes.

He exhaled and sucked.

The wind on the battlefield suddenly stopped.

The wind was still, and the falling snow was still. People looked around in horror, and the snow fell quietly on the trees on both sides of Old. The river seemed to lose its sound, and crushed ice hit each other on the water. Then swallowed by the vortex. Each coniferous leaf hung quietly and silently.

"Snap"

A crack appeared on the staff, and Hollis looked up suddenly.

He saw the clouds flowing slowly in the gloomy sky and the snowflakes still falling, but at some point, the wind of all things had stopped.

At a height of thousands of meters, wind is no longer flowing.

"this is……"

Brando opened his eyes, and his dark brown eyes reflected a nearly straight skyline.

He slowly turned over and dismounted, dismantled the holy sword from the saddle, and slowly retracted the sword, then raised the scabbard with the strap over his head, and hung his hand behind him.

The young white lion knights, the Tonigers, the nobles from the south of Eruin, the knights, and the private soldiers, and people on the battlefield near and close watched him alone.

Brando looked up.

In his eyes, the whole world is another look. It no longer has mountains and rivers, it no longer has flowing wind and water, it no longer has flames and earth, it no longer has all elements and matter.

The trees disappeared, the forest disappeared, the Grahar Mountains in the distance disappeared, and Tonigel disappeared in turn.

A world connected by countless silver lines intertwined with countless nodes appeared in his eyes. This world will no longer have substantial power, but truth and law are everything.

Realm of the Sage.

Brando took a step.

The purple tide was approaching Valhalla silently. The fortress walls were already covered with tree elves and centaurs, Rollinte and Montolo were standing side by side, holding Brando in their hands as gifts Sword, watching this scene nervously.

Not far from them, Hainff took a deep breath, his hands and the female swordsmen clenched tightly to each other.

A third rune is appearing in the sky.

The wind of all things, the most free and unrestrained element in the world.

"Scrape"

The sound of another staff breaking.

Hollis turned his head, it was like the source of a chain reaction, a series of breaking sounds sounded, and he saw a staff broken in the hands of his colleagues.

The Sassards watched this scene as if they were happening. They could hardly make any response, and time seemed to slow it down at that moment. In the slow flow of time, there was a loud noise, and the third huge rune break over Valhalla disappeared ...

All the wizards spit out blood.

They also felt the wind element disappeared.

It is being squeezed out of the land by an inexplicable force.

"Oh my God, what's going on ...?"

"Someone took away our power!"

"I can't feel the presence of the wind element ..."

"This is a direct rejection of high-level forces against low-level forces. There are sages near here ..."

The wizards looked at the ashes of the staff in their hands, their faces looked pale, and they couldn't help looking at them subconsciously.

But Hollis contracted tightly. "Be careful!" He shouted back, a flash of light burst on the ground, and a scream. A narrow sword light intersects with a secret walker.

A stunned look appeared on the man's face, then his head drooped slowly until it fell from his neck. The headless corpse softly fell to the ground and soon became a tiny black spot.

And where he originally stood, a young man with a sword appeared.

The young man stood with his back to everyone.

The holy sword has been sheathed on the back, and the coat's horns hang down as there is no wind, motionless. While holding the hand of the sword, the fingers were long and strong, and the knuckles were pale and quietly placed on the distorted and weird guards.

"Holy ... xian ..."

Hollis almost squeezed these two words out of his teeth.

Brando shook his head. Asked calmly:

"What is power, Sazard?"

"Don't talk," Hollis suddenly launched seven different law formations behind him: "Confinement, blessing by gravity, slowness, action prediction, law analysis, telepathy, and forbidden fields.

Seven consecutive spells descended on Brando.

It's a pity that Brando just swept his hand gently, and all these spells fell apart.

Hollis' eyes narrowed slightly. The warning in his heart was suddenly felt, and he took a step back, but he could not move at all. The Sarde witch's most trusted deputy's face turned white for a while.

What he knew in a moment ...

Just slow him down. Other wizards also started to cast their spells, but before they could complete the spells, all of them suddenly turned into a flame, screaming and falling into the clouds.

This tragic scene made everyone stop trembling.

"This, this is ..."

"Divine power ..."

"How is this possible? The oracles have long since died!"

They suddenly stopped talking.

The wizards went one after another, their faces paled.

Brando didn't speak again.

He listened silently. There was no wind flowing in the sky, but he seemed to hear a sound. It was a rumbling roar, echoing from the whole world, as if it were the pulsation of a world.

Every time, every time, it was strong and powerful, like a forging hammer hitting his body, making his blood resonate, as if boiling, making the same rumbling sound.

Brando slowly turned around.

The wizards couldn't help holding their breath, because they first saw a pair of black eyes, but gradually integrated into the silver light, which seemed to be mixed with a ray of gold.

The golden glow grew more and more, finally completely covering Brando's eyes.

Hollis just felt his heart pounding, as if at any time he broke his chest and jumped out of his chest.

Bang, bang, bang, the whole battlefield is shrouded in that huge roar, which is a powerful pulse of the heart, but not Hollis, but belongs to a great will.

"Reshaping the blood ..."

"The law of fusion ..."

"Perfect body ..."

Hollis felt that he must be crazy. Why can a mortal do such a step? Why after the age of the saint, a mortal can break free again from the tiamat law?

Why is a mere mortal even able to step over the boundary between black iron and silver and step into the realm of gold.

That is the most powerful being under the power of being.

He couldn't believe it, he could see the birth of a demigod with his own eyes.

Ten thousand years after the death of the gods.

Such a force returned to this land again.

What happened to all this?

Hollis watched the young man turn around and waved his hand gently, and the huge silver circle over Valhalla shattered in a creak of creaks.

As if it never existed.

"So do you understand?" Brando said lightly: "A person who can't even insist on himself is never able to understand the original meaning of this world, and the truth behind the rules is naturally missed by you."

"The Sazardes themselves chose a path of destruction," he glanced at the wizards with an indifferent look: "You are complacent, but just the madness before the death."

"Do not"

Hollis shouted with all his strength.

But the raging flames had spewed out of him, and instantly burned him to ashes. Brando turned his head, and the thirty-two Sazard wizards could turn around in the future, and they were all burned in the fire.

Brando silently rolled his palms.

Under the skin, a light golden vein is flowing.

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