Brando raised his sword, and a gust of wind pressure exploded from the connection between the Elf Sword and the Pale Fang, blowing his hair back. He squinted his eyes and slid back with the force, only to feel
It's like half the body is torn apart.
Although he has not been hit by a sword due to his experience so far, the health value projected on the retina has actually dropped by more than 30 points. Brando understands that this is because the internal organs have been impacted and cannot be completely removed.
Caused by strength. This must be because his physique has reached nearly 7 energy levels, which is far tougher than the average person - if it were anyone else, he would probably die from the shock to his internal organs if he couldn't catch the sword.
But what made him secretly complain was that Ebdon seemed to know this. Every sword was as tight as a sword, and he didn't even give him a chance to breathe a sigh of relief. There were several times that Brando couldn't help but wonder if this guy was a little bit...
He didn't care about his own army. Although his side was almost collapsed, the rows of skeleton soldiers in the valley over there were also almost overwhelmed.
Could it be that in this guy's eyes, he alone can be stronger than an army?
Brando may not know that one of his absurd ideas is the one closest to reality. Although the 'White Knight' Alberton could be regarded as Eruin's hero during his lifetime, after he awakened as an undead
Everything in life is just an annotation. In Warnd, the undead is an existence that distorts the laws of nature. The reason why it is classified as blasphemous to the living in many bright teachings is because it is just another kind of
Power, another kind of thought is just servicing the body that should have decayed and returned to the earth.
It is a person, not a person. For the undead, its memories of life are just fragments of memories. There is a saying that the undead are not without fear, because their biggest fear comes from the memories of their lives. Some undead will even fall into the trap of their lives.
I can never extricate myself from the memory.
For them, this is something they resist more than death itself. Almost all undead avoid remembering, because when they remember, they will inevitably fall into fear.
But the 'White Knight' Alberton may be a special individual among them. This knight is often caught in memories of the past. It remembers the battles of the knights on the Golden Flower Plateau, as if from another person's perspective.
Looking at all this, the memory of the killing made it become even more calm and ruthless.
Therefore, at this moment, the "White Knight" of Apocalypse, who is the senior general of Madara, is thinking more about how to nip potential enemies in the cradle for this dark country.
Obviously, in its view, the threat of a potential, excellent commander is far greater than that of a rabble.
It was even willing to give up victory in the first battle and kill this young man.
However, Brando's performance has far exceeded the expectations of the undead knight. It is very clear about Eruin's swordsmanship school. Brando obviously studied the most superficial type in the army, perhaps with some
The palace swordsmanship is superficial, but overall it can only be regarded as the level of the three-legged cat, but the level of the three-legged cat makes it fail time and time again.
In the end, it only chose to use the absolute suppression of strength to grind the opponent to death bit by bit. This style of play was even a little shameless, which was a bit shameless for a man like Alberton who was a knight during his life and death, and who was born into a noble family.
It's hard to accept, but for the oath made under the three black scepters and the black code, it coldly chose to give up its honor——
Because Alberton knows that many people will make the same choice as him, Madara must make such a choice.
"Martha, Madara will always be under your protection." The flames in the undead knight's eyes were as cold as ice, and the long sword in his hand had been cut down mercilessly.
But as soon as he took action, Brando had already avoided it to one side, as if he had expected it to do so. The pale tooth in the hands of the undead knight could only miss the young man every time, and occasionally guessed
In the middle, the opponent will skillfully use crude swordsmanship to break away the strength——
All this seems incredible to Alberton.
It's like this again! The soul fire in Alberton's eyes couldn't help but flash. Since the beginning, it has changed three sword techniques in succession. At first, it used the Eruin sword technique that it was most familiar with, and then the Eruin sword technique.
Lu Yin's court swordsmanship was all guessed by Brando. At first, he thought it was because this boy was particularly familiar with his country's swordsmanship. Then he subconsciously switched to Madala's military black cross swordsmanship, but he did not expect that Bu
Not only did Lando not feel uncomfortable, but he guessed more accurately...
If the undead also had the emotions of living beings, the 'White Knight' Alberton would probably curse at his mother at this moment.
But he didn't know that Brando's familiarity with Eruin's military swordsmanship was limited to him before level 30 of the original game. In the long experience that followed, he had seen hundreds of high-end or mass-market swordsmanship.
Swordsmanship, but if there is one swordsmanship he is most familiar with——
That must be the knight swordsmanship of the church knights and the black cross swordsmanship of Madara.
Without him, practice makes perfect.
Knight swordsmanship was the swordsmanship that Brando had used the longest in the previous life, while Black Cross swordsmanship was the swordsmanship that he had seen the most. Brando had been fighting Madara for seventy or eighty years in the game, and he was very concerned about the opponent's popular military swordsmanship.
Understanding is as natural as eating and drinking.
Unfortunately, this does not mean that Brando is better off at the moment.
Because under the suppression of Alberton's absolute strength, he couldn't find any chance to counterattack. No matter how old his tricks were, he couldn't stand up to 16 levels of dexterity. Sometimes Brando couldn't even catch the opponent's hand.
The movements are purely based on guessing based on experience.
And Brando soon felt that his physical strength was gradually approaching the warning line - if a person's physical strength dropped below half, then his strength and reaction would begin to decay. If it dropped below one-third, a person's physical strength would begin to decline.
It would be difficult to keep his movements in shape.
But only three minutes have passed since the battle began——
Brando was sweating profusely. Faced with Alberton's pressing step by step, he gradually lost room for thinking. At first, he could still find time to take a look at the situation on the battlefield, but as his physical strength faded away,
, now he must approach his full strength every time he avoids Alberton's sword.
The number of sword fights also increased.
It was like a vicious cycle. The more he fought with Alberton, the more powerless he felt. But the more powerless he felt, the harder it was for him to avoid Alberton's sword.
Brando almost gritted his teeth and persisted. This kind of persistence has almost nothing to do with death. Compared with squeezing potential from the sour bones and escaping from death again and again, the kind of persistence from the depths of the soul
The exhaustion that surged up seemed to make him feel like he was going to sleep forever in the next moment, which made him almost want to give up completely.
But this time, he inexplicably thought of Freya and Little Roman, and the cavalry who fought with him, and the passionate feeling pouring out of his chest made him persist. He knew that this was a kind of
Responsibility, let him take responsibility for everything he has done and said.
For a moment, he closed his eyes and opened them again. What he saw was a snowy light. At that moment, Brando finally woke up, his scalp was numb, and he was almost in a posture that had nothing to do with elegance.
Get off the ground.
But the power contained in Alberton's sword finally burst out at this moment——
It moved forward with a sword, and the lowest power of silver pushed a silver flame to burn forward all over the mountains and plains; it was like a piece of silver moonlight, it moved forward silently, the rocks cracked, and pieces of fir trees moved forward one by one.
Then fell down.
From the valley upwards, a sword cut out a bare hillside with a conical area of nearly 150 feet.
The cold wind blew through, and there was silence in the valley.
There was silence for a moment.
Everyone was frightened. Although they had heard of the so-called second power level - the power of silver, they had never seen it with their own eyes. At this moment, everyone witnessed such a miracle that was almost impossible to reach by human beings.
They couldn't help but feel a sense of awe for the power itself deep in their hearts.
This kind of awe is not even fear or despair, it is simply the worship of the great power by a small mortal.
Even Leto, Mano and others were frozen. They couldn't believe that Brando was fighting such a monster before, and he fought for so long?
But they wasted time behind and did not help the young man in time——
Brando said nothing.
But these mercenaries felt a deep sense of shame in their hearts. At this moment, they all felt the heavy sense of responsibility in that young man. For the promise made by each of them, it turned out that the one who always seemed relaxed
Young people have been working hard to complete it.
If they had blindly worshiped Brando in the past, now, for the first time, these mercenaries felt a sense of belonging.
But where is Brando? They couldn't help but worry, could he survive such a blow?
The white knight ‘Alberton’ retracted his sword and let out a clear cry.
"Brando!"
Freya was riding a horse from the side of the hillside towards the place where Brando and Alberton were fighting, but she was a step too late when she just saw the battle between the young man and Alberton.
.
It seems like everything is over.
The sword in Freya's hand fell to the ground with a clang. She could hardly believe what she saw. The young man who brought her out of Butchi, the young man who made her see the world outside the well.
Man, that shameless person.
Is this the only way to go?
But she felt someone pat her shoulder, and the future Valkyrie couldn't help turning her head in confusion. What she saw was Charles.
The young wizard's retinue was staring down the hillside, his eyes motionless:
"Miss Freya, as long as I am still here, it means that the lord is not dead yet."
"What...what?" The pony-tailed girl was startled, not understanding the full meaning of Ciel's words.
But she at least understood part of it——
Because she immediately saw that familiar figure crawling up from under a piece of rubble.
Brando almost felt that his whole body was in excruciating pain as if it was about to fall apart. His shirt was completely torn to pieces, his forehead was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell how many wounds there were on his body.
But he still endured the pain and smiled proudly.
"Old guy, I didn't expect you to miss this move in the end——"