Vol 6 Chapter 181

Brando turned his head and looked at the others in the wind filled with smoke. :.

Taking a small breath, Huanghuo tried to calm her mood, and she replied: "Just like Madara, Jiufeng also fought with strangers in a long history. We have lost countless relatives, no matter where we stand, Teacher, I am willing to fight them. "

Fang Qi came up.

"Master."

"You want to return to Yulong Holy Sword?" Brando said the words in his heart.

"But our power is negligible."

"It doesn't matter, I need you a promise."

"The ghost car is worthless."

"Even about the Emerald Mystery?"

Fang Qi hesitated for a moment and nodded his teeth.

A sapphire sword suddenly appeared in Brando's hand, and he turned it over and passed it. "I hope you don't let me down, Mr. Fang Qi."

Fang Qi's pale hand held the jade handle of Cuiyu.

Naguire grabbed Adeni's shoulder that he wanted to rush up, and when he turned back, he shouted anxiously: "This is an opportunity for him to return to us the omniscient eye, Naguire, you what are you doing?"

The Elf Ranger looked at her and shook his head silently: "This is not an opportunity, Adeni, does the Eye of All Knowing Really belong to us?"

"But it ..."

"Neither you nor I are its masters. We are only the people who carry it. The Eye of All-Knowing remains in the country of the desert because it chose Rubik, and it is the same today."

"Then what do we do and what do we do?"

"Have you forgotten the teachings of God?"

"of course not."

"That's enough," Naguire loosened her shoulder. "Wisdom is the power of silence. We must always see the way forward and understand who our enemies and friends are. Follow him. He is right, Madara cannot lose this war. "

"Hum!" Adi snorted, and she pulled out her sword and turned around. The bright sword pointed high up in the sky and shouted, "Knights of the Pullwing Knights, no ... I mean, my colleagues in the Sunflower Mercenary Regiment, draw your sword. Go!"

"What is the Sunflower Mercenary Corps?"

"God know, don't question the deputy leader's ability to pick a name, do you know that her first cat is called Grey and Grey's daughter is Baibai. Baibai's son is called Heihei."

"What about Heihei's son or daughter?"

"No, once the deputy commander did not hold it so tightly when he took it out, it flew away and never came back."

"That's sad."

The knights could not help but jokingly pulled out the sword.

The wind brought the Rubik's conversation into Brandor's ears. He glanced in that direction. The Knights of the Winged Wings. No wonder these knights are so high-quality. They are the Templars of Rubik and the guards. The core strength of the Temple of the Sun. Their status is similar to Cruz's Yan Family Knights, but the number is less than half.

"Mr. Blank," Brando said, "Miss Magdale will leave it to you. It may be difficult to take care of her on the battlefield."

Blank nodded.

"Metisha, it's up to you."

The little silver princess nodded her head silently. She held up her right hand, and a flashing silver card was spinning in her palm, and finally turned into a long horn.

Horn horn sounds through the battlefield

"Who's that horn?"

She turned to glance at the ministers.

"Maybe their horn ..."

"They haven't sounded the trumpets these days. Why do they suddenly sound today?"

"This ... we don't quite understand. Your Majesty."

"Then figure it out"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

She turned around, the black robe flowing over the marble platform like water, and the scepter clenched in her pale hands flowed like mercury. The pale face did not seem to have the feelings of the living, indifferent, indifferent, and calm.

The undead regained their feet, and the white mist was eroding the entire battlefield. Thousands of knights lined up a long line, like an invisible blade cut into the army of crystal clusters. When the knights and crystal clusters collided When together. Without the slightest sound, neither the shout nor the sound of metal collision, as if a silent image, the replay of the scene of a thousand years ago, the illusory knight, passed directly across the crystal clusters like a ghost.

But the picture returned to normal at the next moment, and the surfaces of the clusters that came into contact with the unknown lost their color quickly, became dull, and then shattered into pieces of colorless and transparent crystal fragments.

This invisible blade swept across the left flank of the battlefield, where the crystal cluster army immediately defeated, and a huge gap appeared on the battlefield, as if the undead seized this opportunity, they could turn defeat into victory and win the battle in one fell swoop.

But the seven undead legions were powerless, and at least twenty times their enemies were desperately nailing every reserve of undead to their place. The clusters' working hours were chaotic but effective.

Like their opponents, they are not afraid of death.

The black eyes of the man holding the mercury rod were cold, and she didn't give any orders, as if this battle related to the survival of the Bromanto Black Rose had nothing to do with it.

But everyone understands that at this point of war, the rest is left to fate.

If death moon still cares for everyone.

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooogh once again the horn sound

Andrea and her colleagues are coming out of a crystal forest, and the whole battle of the Fenhotos Channel is presented to the 122 goddess of war.

In the southern part of the Dead Sea, there is no landmark named Fenhotos, and this place is called a strait because it is located between the calm sea and the moon sea. The names of these two seas are said to come from an ancient And the only 'land' protruding between them is called a strait.

Beyond the frontier of elements, there is no real sea. Even if there is seawater, it has already been consumed by the fleeing magical magic in tens of thousands of years of war. This is a lifeless world.

But hope is bred in silence, and it is precisely because of its existence that Vond will nurture life and the future in sleep, just like a baby in bed.

The mothers gave both to the two worlds.

The duty of my brother is to guard the world. People born here have never regretted it because they believe that one day they will get the support of their brother who has grown up. Will completely rewrite this war.

That is the only hope in this world.

This world, called Margaritos, is a metaphor for boundaries.

This is the frontier of civilization.

Andrea stared at everything on the battlefield, and for a moment, thousands of memories appeared in her heart. Most of these memories do not come from her. Those are the last episodes of countless ancestors who sacrificed on the battlefield. Their experience, along with Xi Yi, is remembered in the hearts of every posterity.

‘One day, the people we guard from another world will come from the door to the place, and the power of civilization that grows up will eventually win the victory of this eternal battle’

‘We ca n’t support anymore, day after day, year after year. Where are they? ’

‘Are we abandoned? Master Martha ...? ’

‘I do n’t want to die! ’

"Andrea, it hurts ..."

"They're here," Andrea said quietly, "sisters."

Although still small, the seeds of hope have been planted, and one day it will grow into a towering tree. In this way, this war has meaning.

Andrea turned back.

"Ready to fight, sisters, the heroes can't support too much time, the point is. Tell them, tell every Warnde, the Army of the Earth is still fighting."

She put on her helmet.

Everyone did the same thing, putting on helmets.

That helmet was very different from Warn's. There is no metallic luster on the surface, it is more like a crystal face armor, and it is dark, reflecting the dark green light.

Lines of data dangled from the black crystal face armor, like a waterfall, reflected in Andrea's eyes.

Then it becomes one. Form a rotating, Tiamat's mark.

"Request for higher agreement authorization ..."

"Let's enter the battlefield ..."

"Request a battlefield data link ..."

"Load the Tiamat system."

"Permission: Goddess of War."

One hundred and twenty people at the same time tilted slightly, and a bright silver mark appeared on the forehead. "Flight form." Andrea's voice reached each companion's ear through a telepathic system.

Only the will cannot be destroyed. In the battlefield at dusk, the spiritual communication is the safest transmission method.

According to legend, this is a system developed by the gods and travelling mages.

One hundred and twenty-two wings of light stretched out from behind them at the same time.

"Request the nuclear xiv to launch weapons, assault configuration"

Andrea looked up.

In the sky, three huge light spots appear above the clouds. They are three law arrays formed by the lines of crisscrossing laws. They correspond to the stars of the war dragon Tiamat. The huge law arrays are like gears. Usually spinning.

With each turn, the thick clouds are swept away, and beams of light fall from the sky and fall to various positions on the battlefield.

Andrea raised her hand, and immediately a beam of light appeared in the hand, and that beam of light solidified in a few seconds, forming a dark blade of war.

Then the beam of light descended on her, and the streamlined warframe immediately covered her body.

"ready to go!"

She whispered.

"Wait, there are more advanced permissions on the battlefield!"

Suddenly, someone screamed.

There was a panic in the communication channel.

Since 1600 years, the footprints of the people of God have once again appeared outside the borders of the elements, and Andrea forced the shock of her heart, she whispered to her colleagues:

"Don't mess, lock him in and ask who the other person is?"

"Is Gaia will?"

"Or the truth?"

"Andrea ..." The voice in the communication channel almost cried out: "His authority is too high, the system prompts us that we can't ask, oh my God, you look at that mark ... then that, that is ...? No no no ... he's not the first generation ... that's ... "

"Martha is on, ancestors !!!"

Seven thousand years later.

The ancestors returned to Warnd.

…… (To be continued.)