Vol 3 Chapter 195

Final moment of Act 195 (13)

"Be careful!" While Brando was fully absorbed in dealing with Andersa's attack, Akane suddenly shouted from behind. The latter's heart was tight, and he turned back alertly, seeing a black light rushing on his face.

Brando had almost no reaction time, but his rich fighting experience made him flutter forward subconsciously, a tingling in the back, and he was already shot.

"Damn!" The pain made Brando yell at his teeth, and 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 more than he expected In addition, after eating the sword of the earth, I still suffered a loss. We must know that it was a petrochemical loss.

"Fuck, isn't that guy Xiaoqiang who can't fight?"

In Brando's experience, the clergyman is only a cloth armour, and it is absolutely impossible to survive under such a degree of attack, even if it is an undead.

He immediately turned around, and surely saw Amman rising from the rubble in the distance, and stones and rubble falling from him. However, the priest of the Temple of Betrayal of the Flame also had the same surprise on his face. I probably didn't expect Brando to be able to escape his attack this way. "Well?" He snorted softly, looking strangely. As Brando said, "I have never seen the most elite soldiers in the temple without your keen response. It seems that you are not as simple as a little Eruin nobleman."

Amman and Brando are far away, but his voice can be easily transmitted here, Brando knows that this is a messenger-type spell.

Brando cursed a nonsense in his heart, would he appear here if he was just a little nobleman? He examined his injuries-the green light streaks projected on his retina kept refreshing the data and quantifying the damage-Brando took a moment to glance at it, less than ten percent of his vitality.

However, due to the previous feeding of golden trees with blood-or should be called some kind of magic devouring thorns-too much blood loss, the overall state of vitality has become a bad yellow.

In fact, Brando himself felt weak and slowly crawling along his limbs, and a heavy feeling seemed to drag him to the ground.

"Have a quick decision--" He shook his head, trying to keep himself awake.

The situation is a little bad. Although a large twist of thorns has spread on the ground, Grey Sword Saint Mephisto's battle with Andesa in mid-air is still not dominant; it is just that the Withering Lord is anxious to leave this area. Mayfest calmly challenged and remained undefeated for a while.

"But the stagnation of magic will deepen quickly, Andesa should be aware of this. The situation is not good for her, and she will definitely find an opportunity to break the deadlock." Brando stared at Amman not far away, and secretly analyzed.

He knew very well that the shepherd was not a good man, and even if there was only a first-line opportunity, he would fight for a fishnet.

The battle over his head will soon be divided into victory and defeat, but he has no time to take care of it now, because Amman is ahead, and it seems to have been premeditated-otherwise he would not pretend when he was hit by the petrification. As if killed, Brando believed that it was not just him, and that Andesa thought the 'companion' was dead.

"And this guy is now 'resurrected' again; is it because he saw Andersa's condition is not good? Or is it because of some other reason?" Brando frowned, if it was the latter, it probably means that Amman already has Some kind of certainty.

It's like manipulating a conspirator to go 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 faith come from?

These analyses were just a moment of thought, and then he heard the footsteps of Ka Ka Ka Ka, Veronica had stepped on the gravel to come to him-this square had become fragmented in previous attacks.

The lady frowned, too, because she knew Amman better than Brando-to be honest she didn't like the clergyman, the city was too deep-but a man so gloomy would never stand in front of the stage at will.

There seemed to be a strong conspiracy smell in the air.

Amman looked at the two with a smile, as if seeing through their thoughts, "You must be curious why I am here, but this is really surprising. Valhalla actually exists. In any case, I also want to thank you for your help. I was so busy. "He said as he took out a book from his arms. The book was sooty, and it was not a good thing at first glance, or it might be more like some evil thing.

"Amman, what are you talking about?" Veronica frowned.

"Veronica, don't you understand? Valhalla has maintained the stability of the Ring of Trade Wind for thousands of years. As long as the potential tinder is destroyed, not to mention Eruin, even Cruz will be greatly affected. It is an honor to destroy an empire with your own hands. "Amman opened the book in his hand and said," Moreover, there is a secret about history hidden in Valhalla, and you and I have the honor to witness it. "

"You're crazy!" Ms. Qing Zhi's brows frowned. Although she didn't wait to see the priest, she could not help but listen to the other person's words.

"No, don't you always call us crazy?" Amman shook his head and smiled calmly: "In fact, we are all the same. Cruz Empire killed for thousands of years to conquer. In comparison, our behavior is relatively relative. More noble. "

"It's ridiculous!" Veronica raised a pair of sword-like eyebrows. The ending of the last word seemed to be lengthened. People have gone straight to Amman, one person and one sword, like a hazy one. Glaucer.

However, Amman seemed to have expected this. He opened the pages of his book, and a black light curtain suddenly appeared about a hundred feet away from the center of his body. Veronica sturdyly stabbed the sword on the light curtain. Instead of having no effect, a strong light flashed on the black curtain, but she almost flew the sword in her hand.

The female swordsman stepped back hard enough to control the blue sky, but the huge force from her arm also pressed her to her knees and snorted.

"It doesn't matter if you make a strong argument, Veronica, you can tell me what last words you have, and I will respect your choice." Amman held the book with one hand and looked down at the female swordmaster.

He said lightly, as if the lives and deaths of everyone present were in his grasp.

But at this time, Andesa who was fighting fiercely with Mephisto in the midst of the air saw this all the more dissatisfied, especially when she found out that the 'companion' obviously had the ability to easily solve the opponent, but she had to pretend to be embarrassed When it's bad.

Even if she understood that the so-called 'cooperative' relationship between the two was not worth mentioning, at this time the withering lord could not help yelling: "Hamil, not quickly kill those guys, what are you doing!"

But at this moment Amman just looked up, as if he didn't care about the woman, then lowered his head and continued to say to Veronica: "So, what do you think of the next proposal?"

Veronica held her trembling wrist with one hand and looked at Amman in a black light curtain with a sinking face. She had no idea that the clergyman had been hiding in ordinary times, at least from Judging from this spell, the opponent's strength is probably no less than Andesa.

The huge strength contrast made her heart cold for a while. An Andesa had asked them to deal with it with all their strength, plus another one, Veronica couldn't think of any chance of winning.

But just as she lowered her head and turned her mind to seek victory, Brando's voice suddenly sounded:

"Don't listen to him, that's just the power of that book. The Wall of Chaos has only three chances of absolute defense. I bet that guy can't do it a second time!"

The voice of the young man came from a distance that made Veronica a stun. Although she didn't dare to believe Brando's words, she looked up to see Amman look like a ghost-although compared The latter is more like a 'ghost' in the usual sense-but the priest who betrayed the temple of inflammation apparently was not in the mood to investigate this. When Brando said that, he was almost hit by a meteorite. It buzzed like a bit.

Because Brando didn't say a word wrong.

Although the Blue Sword Saint is a female stream, how much experience she can get from the battlefield to today, she only knows the look of Amman to know that Brando is true, at least most of it is true. She immediately had a plan in her heart, immediately grabbed the sword and rushed to the other side.

Amman was too late when he responded, and he cursed, "Damn!" Grabbing the smoky book in his hand and pulling back, at the same time letting out two black lights from his hand to stop Veronica's action.

Unfortunately, the gap between him and the Goddess of War is real. Veronica easily crosses the gap between the two black lights, and is sturdy with a sword on the black light curtain.

The light curtain flashed, and Amman was anxiously thinking about what spells could be used to delay time again, but at this time he saw Brando in the distance taking the long bow from the cloak.

"Asshole!" Amman yelled, Brando's actions were just right every time, making him doubt whether the two men are partners with perennial cooperation, everyone knows that Brando's current experience can make the other handy no matter who cooperates.

The bowstring rang, and the black light curtain collapsed.

Veronica immediately seized the opportunity to advance, but unexpectedly Brando stopped her at this time: "Be careful, back! The book of Mavi Carter is not so simple!"

At this moment, the female swordsman fully believes in Brando ’s words. After a while, the place less than five feet in front of her is suddenly annihilated due to the collapse of magic. The rocky surface has become a biochemical powder under great pressure. She took another half step to end up with a broken body.

After the horrible shock, smoke and dust filled the square again.

Veronica couldn't help but take a soft 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 diffused smoke, and he flattened the sword of the earth, his tone did not seem easy.

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