Vol 6 Chapter 185

The cold wind passed through the battlefield like a line of sand, and the gravel swept across the dark ground like smoke. The collar flower in front of the earl's coat swung in one direction. Hold it with one hand and straighten it. Novelty Chinese iqi.

The purple chalcedony buttons reflected a thin line from the sky, Brando stood on the horse's back like a straight spear, facing all this, the earthquake shook, and the small stones were moving on the solid ground.

The light on the sky gradually faded, and the sunset was burning, exuding the last trace of residual heat.

A silver network extended from the clouds behind him, over the top of his head, and extended forward, the silver pulses of light cascaded forward, connected to each other, a grid a grid, glittering.

The turbulent wind blew his long hair, dark brown hair brushed his cheeks, a trace, and Brando's expression was quiet, as if listening to a long song in the standing.

The song, like a long wind, crossed the battlefield with countless ideals and countless memories.

Thousands of voices overlap each other; ten thousand wills converge as one.

Clouds and mists travel over the battlefield.

The nihilistic knights stopped, their vague faces seemed to have a gaze, staring at one end of the battlefield.

In all corners of the battlefield, the twenty-seven Kings of the Ancients wearing laurel crowns turned back on horsebacks. They clenched their swords in their hands, but cast their eyes in one direction.

The Lionheart Sword is shining.

Seventy-eight years ago, a cavalry arrived in Grey Mane Valley today.

One man stood in front of the knights and said:

"I swear with my sword that Eruin will bear the glory and sweep away all oppression and injustice. My people, my subjects, will follow the oath of the sages and walk along this path. If one day, the glory is abandoned As we go, this sword will no longer shelter this country. "

One thousand six hundred years ago. A banner rose above the battlefield of the Great Plain, reflecting the dawn of that day.

"So why are we fighting? Cavs, Cruz, my brothers for victory. For the future, for tomorrow, for our descendants, no longer live in the shadow of the Miner. What we need, not charity . Men, tell me, what do we need? "

The king holding Jin Yan's Blade listened.

Long winds blow through the clouds.

The migratory bird opened its wings and made a loud noise.

Ninety-nine years ago, the Mist Elves established their country in the Supreme Court.

"This forest of eternal family, has been our kingdom ever since. Elves, we have traveled thousands of times in order to find this eternal place. We were born here. Sleep here, and never again war"

A century ago, two great wills converged on Yunding.

"Twilight, this time is different, the future will no longer belong to you and us."

The knight raised his spear and made an oath.

Then there are tens of thousands of sounds, extremely noisy. Echoing in his mind:

"So why do we give up authority?"

"Can you determine the consequences of failure?"

"What is Martha doing?"

"This is our last concession ..."

"Restart the world, sorry, we failed ..."

Brando closed his eyes.

Listen. This is the voice of the sages.

The struggles of countless generations, the bloodshed and sacrifice of countless generations, those recorded in history, and those forgotten by history, the long river flows like the sparkling light on the river. Every piece of memory is like an epic flow.

And all these have an ultimate answer.

When Brando reopened his eyes, the silver grid reflected in the bottom of his eyes, like the fire of silver, burning. He raised his head, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate above the clouds, and saw the rows and rows of matrices outside the World End world. Countless rays of light were hanging from these satellites, penetrating the cloud curtain, and falling to the ground.

The entire battlefield seemed to be separated by silver lines.

"This is the code of tiamat."

"Time and space, energy and mass, here and now, no longer distinguish each other, what is the ultimate force in this world?"

"presence"

"Countless people have sacrificed countless lives, and everything they have achieved is precisely to allow us to exist in this world, for civilization and order to survive, and for ideals and beliefs to continue to shine."

"So," a voice said softly, "we have no reason to give in."

A translucent image of a female body was projected from the cloud and landed next to Brando. Her body was slightly disturbed, as if it would disappear at any time.

"Ms. Tiamas, maybe I should call you Martha?"

"Me? Martha? It's still far, that's not the authority I can grab. It doesn't belong to me." The woman smiled and shook her head.

"So, all this is what you arranged, who are you?"

Brando felt the power of resonance in his body. If he didn't understand what was happening at this moment, he also had the experience of a lifetime, he asked so softly.

Bai looked at him and said three words in mouth.

The Holy One.

"So why?"

"Have you no answer in your heart yet?" Bai turned back, and looked at the army of crystal clusters that were getting closer, and replied.

"What kind of power is this?" Brando looked up, staring at the silver pillars of light falling through the sky, piercing the clouds like raindrops, and falling down on the horizon.

"This is authority, authority of the whole world."

"This world is made of it and was born for it. It is the truth of the world that the dragon of the dusk is struggling for, but unfortunately, it belongs only to the true king."

"The true king, who do you mean?"

Bai gave him a glance and shook his head: "Maybe it's you, but it's not enough, but maybe one day you will get the key. So, say now, take a good look at it, this may be my last One thing I can do for you. "

Brando didn't hear the meaning behind this sentence, he took a deep breath, the tremor of the earth was becoming more and more obvious, and the army of crystal clusters was almost in sight.

He looked up and stared at the battlefield ahead. At that moment, as if thousands of wills were imposed on him, countless voices echoed in his mind, converging into a sentence.

"This is our authority, our kingdom, our civilization, our history, this is time and space, the blade that God has given us, this is amber, the sword that changes destiny, and one day it will trace everything back and change everything"

"Go forward, our successor, our king, we will personally crown you, bring the laurel, bathe the mountain, take over this authority, and end all this, fate and the chain."

Brando pointed upwards with five fingers and rested gently.

Opposite the Black Plague Legion

The entire front legion of the crystal cluster.

There was a loud noise, and millions of crystal clusters rose from the ground, struggling helplessly in the air.

There was a moment of silence on the battlefield.

Outside of Vond's atmosphere, in a matrix arranged like a ring of stars, tens of millions of satellite surfaces burst with bright bands of light, emitting intense rays of light and operating frantically.

A bright river of light hangs upside-down over the entire world. It traverses the sky, like a flowing galaxy, emitting a bright light.

that moment.

The whole world resonates with it. In the depths of the world, a voice echoes, and the scepter of truth is slowly descending from the sky.

It clasped in Brando's hands.

Her Majesty's Queen even forgot to pick up her mercury rod.

The undead lords didn't notice the failure of their monarch at all.

Adeni covered her mouth in disbelief.

Tagus tightened his reins and looked at the scene with a complex look.

"Martha ... Come on." The knights were almost trying to squeeze these bytes out of their throats.

Behind everyone, Metissa looked at this scene cheerfully, and her eyes were full of deep worship, but she glanced at her companions, turned the horse's head, and headed in one direction without turning back go with.

"Attack ... attack?"

Some of the undead lords asked dryly.

Instaron suddenly turned his head.

"What about reinforcements?"

"Where is the reinforcements?"

He asked sternly, the crystal cluster army's frontal attack was really contained by the man alone, and a huge gap appeared on the front. He suddenly realized that at this time as long as a fresh force could insert this from the wing Weak points on the battlefield, then this war will be finalized.

but

Where is the reinforcements?

Black Plague Corps?

No, they don't work yet.

He and Blanc turned back at the same time, looking for the figure of Meditha, but there was the trace of the little silver princess, and Instaron and the marshal looked at each other.

The wind on the battlefield suddenly became stronger.

Brando looked back, and the flurry of hair almost covered his eyes and captivated his vision, but he did not speak silently, he was just waiting, waiting for the new force in the mouth of Matissa.

He believed that the little silver elf princess was like trusting himself, and he knew that Meditha would never lie to him.

He was waiting quietly.

But not much time was left for him.

Above his head, Xinghe is still brilliant.

Tiamas projected beside him, his face remained unchanged.

The wind became wild.

The wind that swept across the battlefield seemed to come suddenly. In the camp of the undead, the black flag suddenly rose up side by side, hunting and hunting, and in a blink of an eye, it was a sea of ​​flags.

The air flow was gravel-like, sweeping across the battlefield like a dust storm.

Undead wizards and corpse witches looked up.

The Dark Lord and the Undead Generals turned around in unison.

They fluttered the soul fire's eyes, reflecting the fluttering black rose banner, deep in their eyes, but with a hint of doubt.

Where does this wind come from?

…… (To be continued.)