When the staff lady slowly opened her eyes, she found that she was standing in a strange place.
"Where...is this place? Am I not...dead?"
She raised her hand hesitantly, slowly reached towards her cheek, and pressed it, as if to confirm whether she was a ghost.
In the distance is an endless basalt surface with densely packed square mountains stacked in layers.
Green lightning shuttled across the clouds, and the strong wind blew her long hair, forcing her to always push the hair back from her eyes with her hands. She raised her head, lifted up her tattered skirt, and kept her bare feet
, picked up the pace - hesitated for a moment, but still walked forward firmly.
Dust and sand flew up in the wind, sweeping over the girl's skirt.
Amidst the wind and sand in the sky, there was only a lonely figure, stumbling forward step by step.
The endless plain——
In the cramped study room, fragments of the holy sword flew up from the ground piece by piece, like dust in the wind, flying up and surrounding the staff lady.
Brando was holding the holy sword Odysseus and was looking at the Sadr wizard coldly. Beside him, Freya clenched her fists with both hands, clenching her fists until they almost lost their blood. She gritted her teeth and turned red.
He glared at the wizards of the Silver People with wide eyes - they were supposed to be the guardians of order and the bearers of the fire of civilization.
"Who are you?" Wizard Sadr looked at the two uninvited guests in shock and anger.
Where are the guards? Where are the other Thassadel wizards in the castle?
He stretched out his hand, and the gray crystal staff that had never been used flew out of thin air and landed in his hand.
The aura of the young man in front of him made him feel like his scalp was going crazy.
Could it be possible that he actually met a young dragon king?
He spread out his five fingers, not daring to hold anything back. He pointed the gray crystal staff in his hand towards the two of them: "Singularity of the universe, imprison!" This eleven-ring spell is the highest achievement of law, magic and space spells.
A singularity universe containing trillions of star systems slowly unfolded on the four sides of the space. A strong wind blew up in the room, and books and sundries flew into the square void, followed by tables, chairs, various cabinets and bookshelves.
In the end, even the ceiling of the room collapsed, and the bricks and tiles broke free from the constraints of the wall, converging into a torrent and being sucked into it.
But Brando just punched him.
He didn't even use the golden flame holy sword Odysseus. He just handed the sword from his right hand to his left hand, then raised his fist and introduced it into the singularity universe with one punch. He swept it to pieces like a rag and swept it into pieces with his fist.
Straight through the void, with the extremely shocked expression on the Sadr wizard's face, he punched him hard in the lower abdomen.
The look fixed on his face was just four words.
This is impossible--!
So this one of the twelve wizard leaders of the Buga people, the wizard king of Thassard, only had time to let out a painful whimper, and his whole body flew out as if it was folded in half, and hit the wall behind.
In the midst of it, the bricks and stones shattered all over the ground.
Without saying a word, Brando stepped forward into the diffuse smoke and dust, reached under the rubble, and lifted the disgraced Sorcerer Sadr out of the ruins with a bang.
He asked word by word:
"Now, do you still think mortals are weak?"
The wizard Sadr, who had a bruised nose and face, screamed, "Saint...the power of the sage, you...you are the Silver Dragon King Rodian..."
"wrong answer."
Brando lifted the wizard leader high up, and then threw it to the ground with force. With a loud bang, the poor wizard king flew out like a ball, knocking out all obstacles along the way.
They were all smashed to pieces. Fortunately, he was a silver citizen and a being close to a saint, so he was not smashed to pieces. Even so, several bones were broken.
Seeing this scene, even Freya couldn't help but let go of her hand. She had never seen Brando like this before.
Furious, indifferent, and merciless.
But in her heart, she didn't feel scared at all, she only felt peaceful and warm.
Because the anger in the heart comes from the promise, which is the true pride of a man and lord.
Never be allowed to trample——
The Sadr wizard vomited a large mouthful of blood before he got up from the ground, but he still did not give up resistance. He grabbed his gray crystal staff from ten feet away.
He understood that this time he had met a strong opponent. The opponent's power level was vaguely higher than his own. He couldn't figure out who the opponent was. It was not the Silver Dragon King Rodian, but who else could it be?
Is there such a power? Of course, even in the most absurd assumptions, the Sadr wizard has never imagined that the other party is the knight of Her Royal Highness the Princess whom Eruin speaks of, Count Jean Denel, Tonig
Lord of the people.
There is no other, just a mortal.
But this day for mortals is destined to give him an unforgettable memory.
First is Antitina.
He will now be her lord.
Sadr calmed down. After all, he had experienced hundreds of battles, and even faced the man who made him tremble head-on - the man called Odin, the Dragon of Darkness. He raised his gray crystal staff and spoke a large section of it.
He read large sections of the taboo words recorded in the oldest documents, and violent winds and lightning, fire and ice took shape one after another behind him.
He stretched out his skinny fingers and screamed at the top of his lungs: "Go to hell, elemental disaster!"
This is a spell invented by a giant dragon named Calamity.
Blue Scourge, Elemental Dragon.
The fourteenth ring is the limit that all living beings under the gods can reach.
Forbidden curse.
With the movements of the Wizard King, the ground within several miles of the Lantern Castle shook. The earth element was being extracted. On the road from Winomar to Silman, the ground cracked and earth and rocks were turned up.
, the creatures that made their homes in the soil fled from their nests one after another, and thousands of merchants on the road had to stop and watch this spectacle.
A few miles away, the clouds in the sky gathered into a whirlpool, and the wind and fire elements were pulled down from several thousand meters in the air, converging into a cyan light pillar and rushing towards the lighthouse below the whirlpool.
On the surface of Lake Valentin, the waves rolled back, and the tide began to ebb like before a tsunami came, revealing the bottom of the lake with thousands of meters of jagged rocks.
The water element is being extracted from the material world.
The light of the four natural elements converged into a strip of light, slowly blending into the gray crystal of the staff in the hand of the wizard Sadr. Each of these strips of light is several miles long. From a distance, it looks like an intertwining of various colors.
Colorful clouds. And in the light of this colorful cloud, the expression of Sorcerer Sadr looked twisted and ferocious——
Brando also took a step back and blocked Freya's face with his hands.
In any case, the other party is also one of the twelve wizard leaders of the Buga people. Although he is not one of the strongest, he should not be underestimated.
And this fourteenth ring spell is the best explanation of the opponent's strength.
"Brando?" Freya hid behind him and asked worriedly.
But seeing Brando just shaking his head slightly.
Her mind calmed down.
The wizard Sadr has finished his last spell.
He raised the gray crystal staff. This was the second time in the past thousand years that he had cast this spell. He had seen this so-called most magnificent spell in the world, hundreds of miles of ice crystal storm, lightning and thunder, burning everything.
Fire and wind reduced the entire Nesdel Marsh to ashes.
The depths of his eyes reflected the color of fanaticism. The era when the Sasardians were restrained everywhere was over. The people of silver will surely dominate the order of this land again - because only those who have such power are worthy of the title.
He must be the true master of Warnd.
But he didn't finally see the flame that ignited the deepest part of his heart.
Because the flame is extinguished.
The wind stopped.
The elemental water has dried up.
The restless land also calmed down.
A look of fanaticism was fixed on the face of Sorcerer Sadr.
Brando was also stunned. What was going on? He clearly felt that the magic in the space was disappearing rapidly, and the four natural elements that relied on it had also lost room for dependence.
"Brando," Freya suddenly pushed Brando's back and shouted loudly: "Look at Antitina!"
He suddenly turned around.
The broken Lion Heart Holy Sword was broken into twenty-seven pieces in total.
At this moment, they are surrounding Antitina. When each fragment circles around, a faint silver rune appears. Every time the silver rune shines, a basic law is extracted from this space.
"They... they are dismantling the forbidden spell of Sorcerer Sadr..." Freya almost couldn't believe it: "But... but how can the Lionheart Sword do such a thing?"
Brando frowned and shook his head.
He suddenly realized something and glanced pitifully at the Sadr wizard who was kneeling on the ground with a dull expression on his face, and then raised his head to look at the sky.
There, the curling swirling clouds had long since disappeared, leaving only a clear blue sky.
Brando replied softly: "Freya, that is not the power of the Lion Heart Sword."
"Not Lionheart Sword?"
He nodded.
The girl Valkyrie from Butchi looked at him puzzled.
Brando also silently stretched out his hand and held her somewhat cold hand. Freya was slightly startled, but she did not pull her hand away. There was a strange feeling in her heart, as if she could feel the heart of this man at this moment.
of tenderness.
It is a wordless feeling, silent, firm, and present everywhere. It is the mother's care for her children. Tens of thousands of years later, even though she has long since left this world, she still firmly protects her children.
here.
compare to.
The despicability of the Sassardians is almost impossible to mention.
"That's Martha..."
Above the sky.
The slender silver thread is being pulled out of this material world along its trajectory.
The magic power was rotated and drawn out of tiamat's network, first deprived of the spell, and then the elements followed the contract between the four kings of elements and their mother, and fled one after another, turning into the most basic particles in the universe.
Finally, there is matter. The basic structure of the world is falling apart. Bricks, stones, wooden beams, scattered pages, tables and chairs are gone in the wind like sand.
In the blink of an eye, the castle turned into a pile of silver-gray gravel.
At this moment, countless Sasardians were shocked to discover that they had permanently lost the ability to cast magic.
A few miles away on Silman Avenue, businessmen were discussing the sudden earthquake just now; although some people were still frightened, after the strange images in the sky disappeared, most people had returned to their own places.
above the position.
There was only one middle-aged man in ragged clothes who looked a little downcast, still frowning and silently staring at the water not far away.
The water surface is shaking slightly.
"Aftershocks?" he muttered.
But the shaking has become more and more obvious.
Some stones danced in a strange and regular way on the street, and people in the shops on both sides ran out again cursing; but this time people were orderly and found something to cover their heads to avoid being dropped in the panic.
Injured by things.
People stood on the streets, waiting for the aftershocks to pass again.
But the ground jumped suddenly.
Most of the people were knocked to the ground in an instant.
The middle-aged man turned around and held onto a nearby tree with one hand. He turned around and saw several gray-robed members of the Savile Silver Lily Society with dull expressions on their faces.
"Strong magic reaction..."
"This is?"
"Artifact reaction?"
"I'm afraid...I'm afraid it's more than that..."
Among the crowd, a heart-rending scream suddenly sounded: "Look, Martha is up there, look over there!"
Everyone looked in the direction pointed.
Then everyone just felt their hair standing on end.
In the distant horizon——
A pillar of pure white light.
From bottom to top, straight into the sky...
And above the clouds, there was a huge hand of light that gently caught the beam of light.
Everyone opened their mouths wide and could not utter a word for a long time.
Several members of the Lily Society kept crossing themselves on their chests.
Their hands were trembling a little...
"Ma, Master Martha..."
It was the reunion of mother and her children after twelve thousand years.
Many people actually burst into tears at this moment.
…
The wind and sand formed pillars.
The staff lady once again tripped and fell on the hard rock.
A layer of skin was worn out on her palms and knees, and they were dripping with blood. But she said nothing, gritted her teeth and silently climbed up, trying to hold on to the sharp rocks nearby to stand up again.
But a hand appeared in front of her.
Antitina raised her head in shock.
In the front, there was a woman standing in the soft white light. She could not even see her face clearly, but strangely, she subconsciously felt warm and peaceful in her heart.
"The pursuit of ideals and beliefs is a long and arduous process," the woman smiled and stretched out her hand and said, "What can truly lead to the final throne is not a foreign object, but a firm and unchanging confidence.
"
"you are……?"
"Aren't you going to move on, brave boy?"
Antitina gritted her teeth, nodded, and grabbed the woman's hand.
She stood up.
Looking back, on the endless basalt plain, I don’t know when the wind and sand in the sky dispersed.
From a distance, you can see many people on the gray plain, and like her, they are trekking in the same direction.
Antitina opened her mouth slightly.
"Is this the country of the dead?"
The woman smiled slightly: "For a seeker of truth, what difference does it make between life and death?"
The girl looked at her puzzled.
"I once knew your father, Antitina."
Looking at the girl's eyes widened in surprise, the woman said to her gently:
"I know everyone who is looking for hope."
"And your father's father may be the one you are most proud of among them."
"You may not understand what kind of hope Mr. Borg-Nasson has left for you..."
