Brando turned back and looked at the others in the wind filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke.:.
Huanghuo took a small breath and tried to calm down her mood. She answered: "Like Madala, Jiufeng has also fought against monsters in its long history. We have lost countless relatives. No matter where we stand,
Teacher, I am willing to fight them all."
Fang Qi walked up.
"My Lord Count."
"Do you want the Yulong Holy Sword back?" Brando revealed his thoughts in one sentence.
"But our power is insignificant."
"It doesn't matter, I need a promise from you."
"A promise worth a thousand pieces of gold."
"Even about the Emerald Mystery?"
Fang Qi hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and nodded.
A sapphire sword suddenly appeared in Brando's hand. He turned the tip of the sword upside down and handed it over. "I hope you don't disappoint me, Mr. Fang Qi."
Fang Qi's pale hand grasped the hilt of the jade sword.
Naquil grabbed the shoulder of Adni who was about to rush forward. The latter turned around and shouted anxiously: "This is an opportunity for him to return the omniscient eye to us. Naquil, you
what are you doing?"
The Elf Ranger looked at her and shook his head silently: "Isn't this an opportunity, Adni, does the Omniscient Eye really belong to us?"
"But it..."
"Neither you nor I are its owners, we are just the people who carry it. The All-Seeing Eye remains in the desert country because it chose Rubik, and it is the same now."
"Then what do we do, what do we do with our mission?"
"Have you forgotten Ra's teachings?"
"of course not."
"That's enough," Naquil let go of her shoulders: "Wisdom is the power of silence. We must always see the road ahead clearly and understand who our enemies and friends are. Follow him. He is right,
Madara cannot lose this war."
"Huh!" Adni snorted. She pulled out her long sword, turned around, pointed the bright sword tip high into the sky, and shouted: "Knights of the Knights of the Wings of Ra, no... I mean
Colleagues of the Sunflower Mercenary Group, draw your swords and set off!"
"What is the Flower of the Sun Mercenary Group?"
"God knows, don't question the deputy captain's ability to choose names. Did you know that the first cat she raised was named Hui Hui, and Hui Hui's daughter was named Bai Bai. Bai Bai's son was named Hei Hei."
"Where is Heihei's son or daughter?"
"No, one time the deputy leader didn't hold it so tightly when he took it out. It ran away like a fly and never came back."
"That's really sad."
The knights couldn't help laughing, talking and laughing, and drew their swords.
The wind brought the chatter of the Rubiks to Brando's ears. He glanced in that direction, the Knights of the Wings of Ra. No wonder the quality of these knights is so high. They are the Knights Templar of the Rubiks, the guardians of the Knights of the Wings of Ra.
The core force of the Sun Temple. Their status is similar to Cruz's Flame Knights, but their number is less than half of the Flame Knights.
"Mr. Blanc," Brando said, "I will leave Miss Magdale to you. It may be difficult to take care of her later on the battlefield."
Blanc nodded.
"Medissa, the rest is up to you."
The little silver elf princess nodded silently, raised her right hand, and a flashing silver card rotated in her palm, and finally turned into a long horn.
The sound of trumpets echoes across the battlefield
"Whose horn is that?"
She turned around and glanced at the ministers.
"Maybe it's their horns..."
"They have never sounded the trumpet in the past few days. Why did they suddenly blow the trumpet today?"
"This... we don't quite understand. Your Majesty."
“Then go figure it out.”
"Yes, Your Majesty."
She turned around, her black robe flowed over the marble platform like water, and the scepter she held tightly in her pale hands was flowing with a luster like mercury. Her pale face seemed to have no emotions of the living, cold and indifferent.
, take your time
The undead regained their footing, and the white mist was eroding the entire battlefield. Thousands of knights lined up in a long row, like an invisible blade cutting into the army of crystal clusters. When the knights and crystal clusters collided,
When they were together, there was no sound, neither shouting nor the sound of metal collision. It was like a silent image, the replay of the scene a thousand years ago. The illusory knight passed directly by the crystal clusters like a ghost.
But the picture returned to normal in the next moment. The surfaces of the crystal clusters that were in contact with the nameless person quickly lost their color, became dull, and then shattered, shattering into colorless and transparent crystal fragments.
This invisible blade swept across the left wing of the battlefield. The army of crystal clusters there was immediately defeated, and a huge gap appeared on the battlefield. It seemed that as long as the undead seized this opportunity, they could turn defeat into victory and win the battle in one fell swoop.
But the seven undead legions have no spare power. The enemy, who is at least twenty times their size, is ruthlessly pinning every bit of the undead's reserve power in place. The work of the crystal clusters is haphazard, but it is effective.
Like their opponents, they are not afraid of death.
The black eyes of the person holding the mercury staff were cold, and she did not give any orders, as if this battle that was related to the survival of the Black Rose of Bromando had nothing to do with it.
But everyone understands that when the war has reached this point, the rest is left to fate.
If the dead moon still cares for everyone.
Woo hoo hoo, the long sound of the horn sounded again
Andrea and her colleagues were walking out of a crystal forest, and the entire battle of Fenhotos Strait appeared in front of these one hundred and twenty-two war goddesses.
In the south of the Inner Sea of the Dead Moon, there is no landmark named Fenhotos. The reason why this place is called the Strait is because it is located between the Sea of Tranquility and the Sea of Moon. The names of these two seas are said to come from an ancient
inheritance, and the only 'land' protruding from the 'sea' between them can be called a strait.
There is no real sea outside the elemental boundaries. Even if there is sea water, it has been exhausted by the crazy magic that escaped during tens of thousands of years of war. This is a world with no vitality.
But there is hope in silence, and it is precisely because of its existence that Warnd is like a swaddled baby, nurturing life and the future in its sleep.
Mothers gave each to the two worlds.
As an elder brother, your duty is to protect this world. People born here have never regretted it, because they believe that one day, the support from their grown-up younger brother will completely rewrite this war.
That is the only hope for this world.
This world is called Magritos, which means the boundary.
This is the frontier of civilization.
Andrea watched everything on the battlefield. For a moment, thousands of memories emerged in her heart. Most of these memories did not come from her. Those were the last memories of countless ancestors who died on the battlefield.
The fragments, their experiences and hopes will be remembered in the hearts of every future generations.
'One day, the people we protect from another world will come here from behind, and the power of civilization that has grown up will eventually win this eternal battle.'
'We are running out of support, day after day, year after year. Where are they?'
'Are we abandoned, Lady Martha...?'
'I don't want to die!'
'Andrea, I feel so much pain...'
"They are here." Andrea said quietly: "Sisters."
Although it is still very weak, the seed of hope has been planted, and one day it will grow into a towering tree. In this way, this war will have meaning.
Andrea turned back.
"Get ready to fight, sisters. The heroic spirits can't last for too long. The key is to tell them, tell every Warnder that the Earth Legion is still fighting."
She put on her helmet.
Everyone made the same move and put on their helmets.
The helmet was very different from Warnde's. It didn't have a metallic luster on its surface, but was more like a crystal visor. It was dark and reflected a dark green light.
Lines of data flow hung down from the black crystal visor, like a waterfall, reflected in Andrea's eyes.
Then they merged into one, forming a rotating, Tiamat mark.
"Requesting authorization from high-level protocols..."
"Enter the battlefield..."
"Request battlefield data link..."
"Load Tiamat system."
"Authority: Goddess of War."
One hundred and twenty people raised their heads slightly at the same time, and a bright silver mark appeared on their foreheads. "Flying form." Andrea's voice reached the ears of each companion through the telepathic communication system.
Only will cannot be destroyed. On the battlefield at dusk, psychic communication is the safest transmission method.
According to legend, this is a system developed by the gods and planeswalkers.
One hundred and twenty-two wings of light stretched out from behind them at the same time.
"Requesting cell nucleus xiv to drop weapons, assault configuration"
Andrea looked up.
In the sky, three huge spots of light appeared above the clouds. They were three magic formations composed of crisscrossing lines of law. They corresponded to the stars of Tiamat, the dragon of war. The huge magic formations were like gears.
Usually rotating.
Every time it rotates, the thick clouds are swept away, and beams of light fall from the sky to various locations on the battlefield.
Andrea raised her hand, and a beam of light immediately appeared in her hand. The light beam solidified in a few seconds, forming a dark war blade.
Then the beam of light fell on her, and the streamlined armor immediately covered her body.
"ready to go!"
She shouted lowly.
"Wait a minute, there are more advanced permissions on the battlefield!"
Suddenly, someone screamed.
There was a sudden panic in the communication channel.
After sixteen hundred years, the footprints of the people of the gods once again appeared outside the elemental boundaries. Andrea suppressed the shock in her heart and whispered to her colleagues:
"Don't mess around. Lock his location and ask him who he is?"
"Is it the will of Gaia?"
"Or will truth be revealed?"
"Andrea..." the voice in the communication channel was almost crying: "His authority is too high, the system prompts that we cannot request, my God, look at that mark... Then, that, that, that, is...?
No, no, no...he is not the first generation...that is..."