The cold wind is like a thread, passing through the battlefield, and the gravel is like smoke and dust across the dark ground. The collar flower in front of the earl's coat is swinging in one direction. He holds it down with one hand and straightens it. Novelty in Chinese iqi.
The purple chalcedony button reflected a thin line on the horizon. Brando stood like a straight spear on the horse's back, facing it all, the earth shook, and the small stone fragments moved horizontally on the solid ground.
The light in the sky gradually dimmed, and the setting sun was burning, exuding the last trace of residual heat.
A silver network stretched out from the clouds behind him, over his head, and stretched forward. Silver light pulses stepped forward, connecting to each other, one grid after another, sparkling.
The turbulent wind blew his long hair, and the dark brown hair swept across his face, trace by trace. Brando's expression was peaceful, as if he was standing and listening to a distant song.
That song is like the wind that travels thousands of miles across the battlefield, carrying countless ideals and countless memories.
Thousands of voices overlap each other; thousands of wills converge into one.
Clouds and mist move over the battlefield.
The illusory knights stopped, and there seemed to be a gaze on their blurred faces, staring at one end of the battlefield.
In various corners of the battlefield, twenty-seven ancient kings wearing laurel crowns turned around on horseback. They held swords tightly in their hands, but they all cast their gazes in one direction.
The Lion-Hearted Sword shines brightly.
Seven hundred and eighty years ago, a team of knights arrived in today's Graymane Valley.
A man raised his sword in front of the knights and said:
"I swear with my sword that Eruin will carry the glory and sweep away all oppression and injustice. My people, my subjects, will follow the oaths of the sages and walk along this road. If one day, the glory will disappear.
If we leave, this sword will no longer protect this country."
Sixteen hundred years ago, a flag rose slowly on the battlefield of the Great Plains, reflecting the first dawn of that day.
"So why do we fight? Knights, men of Cruz, my brothers, for victory. For the future, for tomorrow, for our descendants, no longer living in the shadow of the Miner. What we need is not charity.
.Men, tell me, what do we need?"
The king, holding the golden flame blade, listened intently.
The long wind blew through the clouds.
The migratory bird spread its wings and made a rustling sound.
Nine hundred and ninety years ago, the Mist Elves established their country in the High Court.
"This forest of eternal love will be our kingdom from now on. Elves, we have traveled thousands of miles to find this eternal place. We were born here. We sleep here. From now on, there will be no more."
war"
An era ago, two great wills met on the top of the clouds.
"Dusk, times are different this time, and the future will no longer belong to you and us."
The knight raised his spear and swore an oath, and a little green light shone in the sky, as bright as the clouds.
Then there were thousands of voices, extremely noisy. Echoing in his mind:
"So, why do we give up our authority?"
"Can you determine the consequences of failure?"
"Martha what is she doing."
"This is our last concession..."
"Restart the world, I'm sorry, we failed..."
Brando closed his eyes.
Listen. This is the voice of the sages.
The struggle of countless generations, the bloodshed and sacrifice of countless generations, those recorded in history, and those forgotten by history, the long river flows like the sparkling light on the river. Every fragment of memory is like a paragraph.
Epic flow.
And all of this has an ultimate answer.
When Brando reopened his eyes, the silver grid was reflected deep in his eyes, burning like a silver fire. He raised his head, and his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the clouds and see the rows of rows of fertile trees.
In the matrix outside Ende's world, countless rays of light are hanging down from these satellites, penetrating the cloud curtain and falling to the ground.
The entire battlefield seemed to be divided by silver lines.
"This is the code of tiamat."
"Time and space, energy and mass, no longer distinguish each other here and now. What is the most ultimate power in the world?"
"exist"
"Countless people have sacrificed countless lives, and everything they have achieved is precisely so that we can exist in this world, so that civilization and order can survive, and so that ideals and beliefs can continue to shine."
"So," a voice said softly, "we have no reason to give in."
A translucent female figure seemed to be projected from the clouds and landed next to Brando. Her figure was slightly disturbed, as if she would disappear at any time.
"Ms. Tiamas, perhaps I should call you Martha?"
"I? Martha? I'm still far from it. That's not the authority I can seize. It doesn't belong to me." The woman smiled and shook her head.
"So, all of this was arranged by you. Who are you?"
Brando felt the power of resonance in his body. If he didn't understand what happened at this moment, he would have had a lifetime of experience in vain. He asked softly.
Bai looked at him and mouthed three words.
The Holy One.
"So, why?"
"Don't you have an answer in your heart yet?" Bai turned around, looked at the approaching army of crystal clusters, and answered.
"What kind of power is this?" Brando raised his head and looked at the silver light pillars falling from the sky, penetrating the clouds like raindrops, and falling in bunches on the horizon.
"This is authority, authority over the whole world."
"This world is made of it and is born for it. It is the truth of the Eastern and Western world that the Dragon of Dusk is searching for. But unfortunately, it only belongs to the true king."
"The real king, who are you talking about?"
Bai glanced at him and shook his head: "Maybe it's you, but not yet, but maybe one day, you will get the key. So, take advantage of now and feel it well. This may be my last
There’s just one thing I can do for you.”
Brando did not understand the meaning behind this sentence. He took a deep breath. The tremor of the earth was becoming more and more obvious, and the crystal cluster army was almost in front of him.
He raised his head and stared at the battlefield ahead. At that moment, it was as if thousands of wills were imposed on him, and countless voices lingered and echoed in his mind, converging into one sentence.
"This is our authority, our country, our civilization, our history. This is time and space. This is the sharp blade given to us by God. This is amber, the sword that changes destiny. One day, it will look back on everything and change everything."
"Step forward, our successor, our king, we will personally crown you, wear the laurel crown, bathe in the mountain call, take over this authority, and end all this, fate and chains."
Brando raised his fingers and gave them a gentle lift.
Directly opposite the Black Plague Legion
The entire frontal legion of crystal clusters.
With a loud bang, millions of crystal clusters rose from the ground out of thin air, struggling helplessly in mid-air.
There was a moment of dead silence on the battlefield.
Outside Warnd's atmosphere, in a matrix arranged like a star ring, bright strips of light erupted from the surface of tens of millions of satellites, emitting intense light and running crazily.
A bright river of light hangs upside down over the entire world. It stretches across the sky, like a flowing Milky Way, emitting bright light.
that moment.
The whole world resonated with it. Deep in the world, a voice seemed to echo, and the scepter of truth was slowly descending from the sky above the world.
It was held tightly in Brando's hand.
Her Majesty the Queen of Madara even forgot to pick up her mercury staff.
The undead lords were not aware of their monarch's gaffe at all.
Adni covered her mouth in disbelief.
Tagus tightened his reins and looked at this scene with a complicated expression.
"Martha... on top." The knights almost squeezed out these few bytes from the depths of their throats.
Behind everyone, Medisa looked at this scene with great energy, her eyes filled with deep admiration. But after she glanced at her companions, she turned her horse's head and ran in the same direction without looking back.
go.
"Attack... attack?"
Someone among the undead lords asked dryly.
Instar Dragon suddenly turned around.
"Where are the reinforcements?"
"Where are the reinforcements?"
He asked sternly, the frontal attack of the crystal cluster army was really stopped by that person alone. They had a huge gap in the front line. He suddenly realized that at this time, as long as there is a fresh force, they can insert this from the flank.
If there is a weak point on the battlefield, then this war will be finalized.
But
Where are the reinforcements?
Black Plague Legion?
No, they're not good yet.
He and Blanc turned back at the same time to look for Medisa, but there was a trace of the little silver elf princess there. Installon and the marshal looked at each other in confusion.
The wind on the battlefield suddenly became stronger.
Brando turned back, his wild hair almost covering his eyes and captivating his sight, but he silently did not speak. He was just waiting, waiting for the arrival of the new force that Medissa said.
He believed in the little silver elf princess as much as he trusted himself. He knew that Medisa would never lie to him.
He was waiting quietly.
But there wasn't much time left for him.
Above our heads, the stars are still shining brightly.
The projection of Tiamas was beside him, his expression unchanged.
The wind became wild.
The wind that swept across the battlefield seemed to come out of nowhere. In the camp of the undead, black flags suddenly flew high one by one, making a hunting sound. In the blink of an eye, there was a sea of flags.
The air flow carried the gravel, sweeping across the entire battlefield like a dust storm.
The necromancers and corpse witches raised their heads.
The dark lords and undead generals turned back in unison.
Their eyes, which were beating with soul fire, reflected fluttering black rose flags, but there was a hint of doubt deep in their eyes.
