"Be careful!" Just as Brando was concentrating on dealing with Andesa's attack, Qian suddenly shouted from behind. The latter's heart tightened, and he turned around alertly, just in time to see a black light coming towards him.
Brando had almost no time to react, but his rich fighting experience made him subconsciously pounce forward. There was a stinging pain in his back, and he had already been shot.
"Damn it!" The pain made Brando grit his teeth and curse. At that moment, he had already estimated the attacker - the only possible attacker from that direction could only be the priest Amman; but the guy didn't die, which was beyond his expectation.
In addition, after actually taking a blow from the Sword of the Earth, he also took a hit. You must know that it was a petrification loss.
"Damn, is that guy an invincible Xiao Qiang?"
In Brando's experience, priests are just cloth-armored professions, and it is absolutely impossible to survive such a level of attack, even if they are undead.
He immediately turned back, and sure enough he saw Amman getting up from the rubble in the distance, with stones and rubble falling from his body. However, the priest who betrayed the Temple of Fire also had the same surprise on his face, probably because he did not expect it.
Brando was able to dodge his own attack in this way, "Huh?" He let out a light sigh, looked at Brando with a strange expression and said, "I have seen the most elite soldiers in the temple who are not as sharp as you.
The reaction, it seems that you are indeed not as simple as a little Eruin noble."
Amman is far away from Brando, but his voice can easily reach here. Brando knows that this is a kind of communication spell.
Brando secretly cursed nonsense in his heart, would he have appeared in this place if he was just a small noble? He checked his injuries - the green light pattern projected on his retina constantly refreshed the data, and the damage was
Quantification - Brando took a moment to take a look and found that it was less than ten percent of his vitality.
However, due to the previous feeding of blood to the golden tree - or should it be called some kind of magic-devouring thorn - it lost too much blood, and the overall vitality status has turned into a bad yellow color.
In fact, Brando himself could feel weakness slowly crawling along his limbs, and a heavy feeling seemed to drag him to the ground.
"We must fight quickly -" He shook his head, trying to keep himself awake.
The current situation is not good. Although a large area of twisted thorns has spread on the ground, the Gray Sword Saint Mephisto cannot be said to have an advantage in the mid-air battle with Andersa; it is just that the Wither Lord is eager to leave this area.
, Mephisto responded calmly and remained undefeated for a while.
"However, the frustration of magic power will quickly deepen. Andersa should know this very well. If the situation continues, it will not be good for her. She will definitely look for opportunities to break the deadlock." Brando stared at Amman not far away, analyzing secretly in his heart.
He knew very well that the tree shepherd was not a good man and would fight to the death even if there was only a slim chance.
The battle above his head will definitely be decided soon, but he has no time to care about it now, because Amman is in front, and it seems that he has planned it in advance - otherwise he would not have pretended when he was hit by the petrified arrow.
With the look of being shot dead, Brando believed that not only him, but also Andersa thought that this 'companion' was dead.
"And this guy is now 'resurrected'; is it because he saw that Andesa is in bad condition? Or is it for some other reason?" Brando frowned. If it's the latter, it probably means that Amman already has it.
Some kind of certainty.
It's like a manipulating conspirator coming from behind the scenes to the stage. Unless he is forced to do so, or he must have the confidence to win, even if he thinks so.
Where does confidence come from?
These analyzes were just a moment of thought, and then he heard the sound of footsteps, and Veronica had stepped on the gravel to come to him - the square had been torn apart by previous attacks.
The lady also frowned, because she knew Amman better than Brando - to be honest, she didn't like this priest, the city was too deep - but such a gloomy person would never stand in front of the stage casually.
There seems to be a strong smell of conspiracy in the air.
Anman looked at the two of them with a smile, as if he had seen through their thoughts, "You must be curious about why I am here, but this is really surprising. Valhalla actually exists. Anyway, I want to thank you for your help."
You have done me such a big favor." As he said this, he took out a book from his arms. The book was covered in black smoke. It looked like it was not a good thing, or rather, it looked more like some kind of evil thing.
"Amman, what are you talking about?" Veronica asked with a frown.
"Veronica, don't you understand? Valhalla has maintained the stability of the Ring of Trade Winds for thousands of years. As long as that potential fire is destroyed, not to mention Eruin, even Cruz will be greatly affected.
It is truly an honor to be able to destroy an empire with my own hands." Anman opened the book in his hand and said, "Besides, it is said that there is a secret about history buried in Valhalla. You and I are honored to witness all this."
"You're really crazy!" Ms. Qingzhi frowned. Although she didn't like to see the priest, she couldn't help but be a little surprised when she heard the other person say such words.
"No, don't you always call us madmen?" Amman shook his head and smiled sanctimoniously: "Actually, we are all the same. The Cruz Empire has been killing for thousands of years to conquer, but our behavior seems relatively weak in comparison.
It’s more noble.”
"It's so strong and unreasonable!" Veronica raised a pair of sword-like eyebrows. The last sound of the last word "reason" seemed to be prolonged. The person had gone straight to Amman, one person and one sword, like a hazy sky.
Green light.
However, Anman seemed to have expected this. He opened the book page in his hand, and a black light curtain suddenly appeared a hundred feet away from his body. Veronica struck the light curtain with a solid sword, not only did she not
It had no effect, but a bright light flashed on the black screen and almost knocked the sword from her hand away.
The female sword master took a step back with difficulty before she could control the blue sky, but the huge force in her arms forced her to half-kneel down, and she let out a muffled groan.
"It doesn't matter whether you use forceful words or not. Veronica, if you have any last words, you can tell me and I will respect your choice." Anman held the book in one hand and looked down at the female swordsman and said.
He spoke in an understatement, as if the lives and deaths of everyone present were under his control.
But at this time, Andersa, who was fighting fiercely with Mephistopheles in mid-air, became even more dissatisfied when she witnessed all this, especially when she discovered that this 'companion' had the ability to easily defeat the opponent, but had to pretend to be dead to make herself embarrassed.
When it's unbearable.
Even though she understood that the so-called 'cooperative' relationship between the two was not worth mentioning, at this time the Wither Lord couldn't help but roared: "Hamil, why are you wasting your time if you don't kill those guys quickly!"
But at this moment, Anman just raised his head and glanced at the sky, as if he didn't care about the woman at all, then lowered his head and continued to say to Veronica: "So, what do you think of my proposal?"
Veronica held her wrist that was numb from the shock with one hand, and looked at Anman in the black light screen with a sinking face. She had no idea that this priest had been hiding his clumsiness, at least from now on.
Judging from this spell, the opponent's strength may not be inferior to Andersa's.
The huge contrast in strength made her heart freeze for a moment. One Andersa already asked them to deal with it with all their strength, and with the addition of the other one, Veronica really couldn't think of any chance of winning.
But just as she lowered her head and thought about how to turn defeat into victory, Brando's voice suddenly rang out:
"Don't listen to his nonsense. It's just the power of that book. The Wall of Chaos only has three chances of absolute defense. I bet that guy won't be able to use it the second time!"
The young man's voice came from afar and Veronica was startled. Although she didn't dare to believe Brando's words, when she raised her head, she happened to see Anman's look as if he had seen a ghost - although in comparison
The latter is more like a 'ghost' in the usual sense - but the priest who betrayed the Temple of Fire was obviously not in the mood to pursue this at the moment. When Brando said those words, he felt as if his head had been hit by a meteorite.
There was a buzzing sound.
Because Brando didn't say a word wrong.
Although the Blue Sword Master is a female, she has a lot of experience in getting to this point from the battlefield. She knew that what Brando said was true, at least most of it, was true just by looking at Anman's expression. She
He immediately had a plan in his mind, grabbed his sword and rushed towards the opponent.
When Anman reacted, it was already a step too late. He cursed secretly: "Damn it!" He grabbed the black smoke-filled book in his hand and backed away. At the same time, he released two black lights from his hand to try to stop Veronica's actions.
Unfortunately, the gap between him and the Imperial War Goddess was real. Veronica easily passed through the gap between the two black lights, and struck the black light screen with a solid sword.
The light curtain flashed, and Amman was frantically thinking about what kind of spell he could use to delay the attack again, but at this moment he saw Brando in the distance taking off his longbow from under his cloak.
"Asshole!" Amman yelled. Brando's actions were just right every time, making him wonder if the two were partners who had been working together all year round. Little did he know that with Brando's current experience, no matter who he cooperated with, he could make the other person easy.
As soon as the bowstring sounded, the black light curtain collapsed.
Veronica immediately seized the opportunity to rush in, but unexpectedly Brando stopped her at this time: "Be careful, retreat! The Book of Mavicart is not that simple!"
The female sword master completely believed Brando's words at this moment. She stopped for a moment. In a moment, the place less than five feet in front of her was suddenly annihilated due to the collapse of magic power. The rocky surface turned into powder under the huge pressure. If it had been before
If she took even half a step forward, she would be shattered to pieces.
After the terrifying shock, the square was once again filled with smoke and dust.
And Veronica couldn't help taking a breath and looked back at Brando.
"Be careful, he still has room to fight back." But Brando's voice continued to come from behind the diffuse smoke. He leveled the Earth Sword, and his tone did not seem very relaxed.
