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Act 244: The Mortal Curtain VII

Just as Richard hesitated for a moment, Julian, the ascetic monk who was known for his fiery temper and was following Finn, almost let out a thundering roar: "Shield of Akroma, how dare you!"

Like Sidney, this ascetic's holy status also comes from the angel Akroma who holds the holy sword. How can he tolerate others getting involved in Akroma's holy objects? There is a ring of white gold flames in his eyes, and his anger is already raging.

Burning, without saying a word, he punched Brando directly.

This was an angry full-strength blow from the extreme realm. In Rushta's battle this night, this was also the most powerful blow. Under his punch, the entire ground of the White Rose Garden was broken inch by inch and shattered.

The rocks and rock slabs seemed to have lost gravity and floated from the ground.

The power contained in the fist itself can be imagined.

"Be careful!" Finn shouted angrily to his colleagues: "Her Majesty the Queen wants to capture them alive, and she can't do it without Akroma's approval."

He can't use the Holy Shield.

The words just stuck in his throat.

Because he clearly saw the holy shield in Brando's hand flash slightly, and all the attacks of the ascetic Julian were completely invisible.

Absolute barrier, this is the legendary ability of Akroma's Shield.

This is impossible!

Finn almost paused in his movements.

Not just him, in fact all the extreme masters who are related to the Temple of Flame around Brando can't help but pause at this moment. They all think of a horrifying possibility. If this young man...

If a person obtains Akroma's approval, then

what does that mean?

But such questions only make sense to insiders, but to onlookers, Brando's situation is not necessarily that good.

Little Niedwin, who was watching the battle on the sidelines, frowned and was a little confused. He even asked anxiously: "Why doesn't he use that thing?"

The old prime minister patted him on the shoulder and shook his head: "Your Majesty, the Count, has his own plans. You are also the prime minister of the empire. Calm down and show the magnanimity of an imperial noble."

Little Niedvin smiled bitterly and shook his head. How could he calm down? This battle not only determined Brando's fate, but also was tied to the life and death of the Niedvin family.

"Father. Grandfather...?"

A faint voice came from behind the two of them.

Old Niedwin and young Niedwin turned around at the same time and saw the prime minister's daughter standing there in astonishment, "Delphine?"

"This is……"

Delphine's face was still a little pale. She raised her head, and her eyes reflected the shocking battle in the White Rose Garden. She then saw the mountain girl standing in the middle of the crowd, her fiery red hair reflected her

My heart felt slightly suffocated.

"these people……"

"These people, on this day, are all his stage." Old Niedwin glanced at his granddaughter, shook his head, and slowly turned back to answer.

Because some people are born to shine in an era.

The meaning in the Prime Minister's daughter's eyes was complicated and difficult to understand.

But the colors in the other pair of eyes present seemed much simpler and indifferent.

Silver Queen Constance looked forward, watching a drop of her blood fly into the void. At this moment, she didn't even pay much attention to the battle on the field.

The outcome of the battle is inevitable.

But for this moment, she has paid too much, and the empire has been preparing for too long. Decades of waiting and misunderstanding, but if the world understands the meaning behind it all, then she believes that it will all be meaningful.

She raised her head and saw the huge magic circle being formed in the void. Through this magic circle, she looked towards the black moon in the sky, where she seemed to see the backs of two eras intertwined.

Everything is ready.

under the arrangement of fate

There was a rumbling sound in the sky, as if some invisible force suddenly swept away the dark clouds in the air. The running wolves were forced to move away. Above the clouds, the magic circle of the elemental realm was like a gear.

The teeth fit together, and they began to rotate across the entire sky, one link interlocking with the other.

Every time the vertical axis moves, the silver line of law sweeps across thousands of miles of sky.

In every corner of Warnd, hundreds of millions of people witnessed this spectacle. They saw the clouds shining, and then the shadow of a huge tower descending from the sky and connecting to the sky.

In many places around the White Mountains, on the Silver Coast and Lubik and even Jiufeng as far away as the east, in the Inner Sea of ​​the Dead Moon and the polar north of Faenzan, and in the Great Glacier, the boundless darkness began to spread.

Eternal night has fallen.

The light is lost.

There are no waves in the green sea, and the huge tower is reflected in the eyes of Allan Tower in the darkness; the songs of the elves and ghosts in the Everfoul Forest never stop, and the same scene is reflected in the particularly calm eyes of Feng Hou.

.

The huge tower hangs alone in the sky.

The fir-collared pines always reminded Anditina of the black pine forest between the Golan-Elsen Mountains. She opened the door, walked out of her room, raised her head and looked at the scene above the sky, with crystal clear eyes flashing.

brilliance.

Freya was still talking to Princess Griffin in the room. The candlelight was flickering in the room, and a huge map was laid out. A letter was thrown aside, and the envelope was opened, revealing a corner of the letter.

On the pure white letter paper, the dark fonts are twisted and distributed on it:

"At the beginning of the month, Alvite, the Banshee King, led an army to attack the front line of Jincheng. The King of the Blighted Land, the Gluttonous Rosen, invaded the Silman area."

A tired but gentle voice sighed:

"They are coming, Mr. Knight never misses them..."

"Your Highness, we..."

"Freya, do you like Mr. Knight?"

"I……"

"I want to give Mr. Knight a gift. Do you know what the best gift is, Freya?"

"I have no idea."

"It's a victory, Freya."

"But the Royal Party and the others..."

"Don't worry about them. I am Haruze's sister and the princess of the kingdom. This time, I will fight for the ideals that Mr. Knight and I share!"

This is a story that happened in the Year of the Sword. At the end of this year, Bromando's Black Rose arrived as scheduled.

At this moment, far away in the center of the empire, the Silver Queen was staring blankly at the giant tower hanging in the air. It had a holy white appearance and once shined for an era. Its name was also the source of the fire of civilization.

babel, it fell and came back.

On the battlefield, Prince Ogeos roared and rushed towards Brando, holding the shining blade tightly in his hand.

The rumbling sound echoed through the sky.

All permissions to contact tiamat and elemental realms have been fully opened

Qian tried her best to speak loudly to Oweina so that her voice would not be drowned out: "...and then what?" she asked loudly.

Since the planeswalkers left, the line of law between heaven and earth has become so active for the first time.

Constance looked at her hands in disbelief.

This is the power of the people of God.

More powerful than she imagined.

According to legend, the gods can control the network of laws above the elemental boundary. At this moment, she clearly felt the connection between the entire world and herself, as if she could control the world with just a raise of her hand.

There seemed to be a trickle of light flowing in front of her eyes, and with a look of astonishment, she saw a silver light curtain appear in front of her eyes.

There are complicated words on it, which come from the inheritance of the oldest civilization. Those jumping symbols and fonts are simply incomprehensible to mortals, but she can barely distinguish the meaning:

"...permission...granted?"

The Silver Queen finally smiled.

Her eyes seemed to have returned to the present world. She happened to see Prince Ogeos with wings of light growing out of his body like a brown bear. A set of simple and strange armor covered his body. He raised his hands high. The short blade in his hand was actually

It turned into a shining two-handed sword.

A beam of light fell on him, covering his whole body.

Although the blood of a warrior is low, it is at least different from ordinary people. Constance raised her hands slightly, and her long wait finally paid off. And it was better than she imagined.

Babel is born.

An era has returned.

"Then?"

A strange light reflected in Oweina's eyes was frighteningly bright.

She made a very human gesture and licked her lips: "Then it's time to wait."

"Can it really help the lord?" Akane asked loudly.

"Maybe," the former replied, "you should trust him more..."

The sudden power made Ogeos' whole body burn. It was as if endless power filled his body. There was no way to explain this, but there might be an explanation.

"I am the chosen one, the destined master of this world!" His mind was filled with fanaticism, and he roared loudly. He held the sword in both hands and used all his strength to slash Brando with the sword.

When there is a loud noise.

Ogeos only felt that his hands were numb, and then he was surprised to find that he was blocked.

But what blocked him was neither Brando's sword nor Brando's shield, but a strange card. Every powerful person surrounding him could not detect it, but he could see it.

that card

It was a black and white card. It was made of an unknown material and shone with a strange luster. It was suspended in mid-air, blocking the blade in his hand, and exuded an indestructible aura.

There was no sound in the void, but Ogeos clearly heard a thunderous cry in his heart, telling him what the essence of the world was.

That's the rule.

The solid order seemed to be a world of its own. Brando stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on the card.

Countless mysterious patterns spread out from the cards, as if telling countless stories from the dusty history. They are heart-wrenching and heartfelt. They were the expeditions of the knights flying the flag, and the soldiers abiding by it life and death.

A promise, it has a name.

It's called loyalty.

‘Loyalty knows no place or time, life or death’

…(To be continued)


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