When the dream of the trial became fragmented, the Dragon Queen's ritual finally reached the moment of completion.
When Brando and the others flashed back to the elemental plane, they found that the Mountain of Calm Storm was long gone, and Bai Wu and Feiyas were also missing. He tried hard to contact her and Marocha, but found nothing.
.
He even felt that the connection between himself and Warnd was completely severed.
Root let out a soft intake of breath beside him.
He raised his head and took a closer look at the 'world' he was in for the first time.
To be precise, he didn't know whether this place should be called the world, because countless broken mountains and rivers, upside-down rivers and oceans, howling winds and flying flames were rising and falling in this world, a scene that was closer to the end of the world.
This place is not called a 'world', but a fragmented ruin. The first time Brando saw it, he knew that the elemental barrier was completely destroyed.
What he is most worried about at the moment is Miss Tata and the Tilmose fleet. On the contrary, he believes that Miss White Mist, as the spirit of an ancient witch, should be able to protect herself. As for Fias and Malocha, even more so
Even if something goes wrong with a card creature, it just goes back to the graveyard.
But worrying is useless
Brando held the reborn Earth Sword Harangia or Saint Osor in his hand. It had actually been integrated with the Blade of Flame. Although it was separated into two swords, each in his left and right hands, he saw through the equipment interface
It's the same piece of equipment.
It is two swords, the Holy Sword Amber.
It has the attributes of the original Earth Sword and is even stronger, and also contains the attributes of the Flame Blade. He can even transform any of the attributes at will, or freely exchange the spatial positions of the two swords.
It's as if they were originally a sword.
Brando vaguely understood how the Amber Sword worked. He had to say that it was indeed the supreme holy sword in the game named after this sword. Owning it was equivalent to owning seven holy swords with completely different attributes.
And it's far more than that, because the elemental attributes can also cooperate with each other. Just the elements of earth and fire can form a certain complementarity. He believes that as long as the seven elements are completed, the elements will continue to grow and even form.
A complete world.
In fact, they themselves are the cornerstone of Warnd.
Brando held the sword. There was a feeling that the whole world was under his control. Only at this moment did he understand why the azure knight holding the sky could fight against the dusk.
Because what he mobilizes is the entire law of tiamat.
He is the same now.
These two swords will be the strongest weapons of the Frost and Earth Guard. He will soon let all enemies who question this understand this truth. In "The Amber Sword", someone once asked how strong the Frost and Earth Guard is. In fact, the answer
only one:
That depends on his two swords.
This is also the reason why Brando chose this career.
He raised his head, feeling vaguely aware of this fragmented world in his heart. Although the barrier of elements was shattered, the broken laws still penetrated this space. The sword in his hand could naturally guide him in this world.
He soon saw the Dragon Queen
Naturally, the Dragon Queen immediately noticed the intruder in this fragmented world.
But she doesn't care. She holds the scepter of nature in her hand, and uses the power of green to dominate the world. The authority left by the four elf kings appears in this gray and broken space, the blue of the atmosphere, the light gray of the rocks,
The deep blue of the ocean and the red of the flames each form a huge law, surrounding 'Roman' in the center.
no matter who.
It was too late to stop her.
When she raised the scepter in her hand to a certain position, there was a sudden vibration in the space, and a portal opened. The evil god Frederick, who was covered in wounds, screamed and fell from it, and its tentacles were in the gray space.
Flying up and down, expressing the angry wishes in the heart.
It has been sleeping for thousands of years, and it woke up just for revenge, but unexpectedly, before it could recover to its strongest period, it encountered its mortal enemy Akroma.
And what it never dreamed of was that Akroma, who had been sleeping like it for thousands of years, would not only be in full bloom when she appeared in front of it, but would even be even stronger than before.
Then a miserable end could be expected. If the damn archangel hadn't suddenly disappeared in the middle of the fight, I'm afraid it would have been difficult for it to even come to this place alive.
When Gwendolyn saw Frederick like this, she couldn't help being slightly surprised. She didn't expect that there would be someone in the outside world who could hurt it like this in such a short time. Fortunately, she didn't waste it.
It takes too much time to summon it, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
At this moment, she felt for the first time that the tree shepherd's plan was not as perfect as she imagined. Although every detail had been considered by countless people, unplanned situations would still occur when things came to pass.
But at this moment, she could no longer change anything.
The arrow is on the string and must be fired.
"This seems to be the last trump card you have prepared," 'Roman' looked at Friedrich with interest, "The blood of Gaia, so that's what you thought."
Her voice echoes hollowly in this broken world.
Gwendolyn did not intend to give Dusk too much time to delay. She replied expressionlessly: "As long as you recognize it, don't you want to seize the secrets of the gods? Dragon of Dusk, we will give it to you.
This is a great gift. After absorbing and purifying the blood, let’s take away the body that truly belongs to a god.”
"But maybe you will really become a god," she looked down at 'Roman', her tone full of sarcasm: "A god of order."
She raised her scepter high.
Two silver threads and two gold threads, one on the left and one on the right, hit Friedrich under the guidance of Gwendolyn. This evil god probably never dreamed that he would be beaten by his former 'ally' or humble...
'Servant' attacked, it widened its black eyes like an octopus, and let out an angry roar in mid-air.
Although it was just an evil god, its power was not inferior to those of the humble demigods of that era, because it was originally one of the highest masterpieces of the Parliament of Truth.
In that chaotic and twisted era, the survivors of the Babel Fortress created the closest thing to a god.
But unfortunately, it is not a god after all.
No matter how much it struggled and frightened, it couldn't break free from the thread of law that was connected to the emerald-green scepter in Gwendolen's hand.
That feeling, in fact, is not something I have never experienced before.
When it was first created, the blood flowing in his body buried such awe deep in his memory. It was the divine blood of Gaia. No matter how powerful it was, it was just an inferior descendant of the latter.
That's all.
This is a fear that is engraved in the bones and cannot be resisted.
The scepter in Gwendolen's hand seemed to be the authority left by Gaia herself. She held the scepter and was surrounded by laws, as if the great will had come in person.
It is green, and those who hold it are the ancient kings and chosen ones. It is both a staff and a sword, and it is the supreme authority that nurtures nature and life.
Poor Evil God Friedrich probably never dreamed that although Gaia had left this world long ago, the power to restrict it still remained in this world.
And from the moment the surviving gods of Babel Fortress created it, they hung the Sword of Damocles high above its head.
All Gwendolyn has to do is put down the blade.
This is not her plan alone, she just happened to be the one to execute it in this era. To be precise, countless people have sacrificed their lives for it, and today this plan has come to an end and turned into a sacred and crazy one.
cause.
There is no doubt that Gwendolen is not averse to madness, and she intends to carry it through to the end.
The rules left by the Four Elf Kings, the twisted and evil bloodline of God created by the people of God, and the authority called Green in her hands proved that even in the end, Martha still left a legacy for her people.
Got hope.
This is the expectation of Mother and the people of the gods.
So what she did must be right.
The world has been destroyed several times, not by the hands of Dusk, but by Martha and the gods who jointly restored order; every time a disaster struck, it was not only the destruction of countless living beings, but also the collapse of the barrier of elements.
No matter what, everything is for the final result.
"You damn bastard!" When the evil god Frederick saw the 'Business Lady' bound in the center of the world by numerous runes of laws, he understood his possible fate.
Its roar was like waves of roaring mountains and tsunami, roaring and raging in Gwendolen's spiritual world.
But the latter only looked slightly pale, and remained unmoved on the surface.
She flattened her right hand and pressed the scepter downward.
The evil god Friedrich felt as if he was being suppressed by a pair of invisible hands, pressing toward the black cocoon of light at the center of the world. It struggled in horror, but Gaia's breath suppressed it from moving at all.
At that moment, the evil god suddenly felt a little sadly that he probably shouldn't wake up. As a dead 'god' sleeping in the void space, although he may eventually turn into dust under the law of tiamat, it is better than being loved.
Ma was seriously injured again and then completely devoured by a sleeping ancestor's bloodline.
When the blood merges, a new god may be born as a result, but that has absolutely nothing to do with it. It is a death more terrifying than sleeping. Although the evil god Frederick is proud, he does not think that he can compete.
An ancestor with pure blood.
And when it got closer to 'Roman', it couldn't help but screamed in horror: "The will of dusk!"
