Vol 6 Chapter 510

"Teacher!" Huang Huo stood up struggling, her voice weak and joyful.

Brando showed warmth and nodded to his students.

Among the people present, only Turaman and Solomon recognized the others, and others were in doubt. It wasn't until Orats helped them ask that question. "Who are you again?" The storm queen frowned and asked Brando.

With his hands behind his shoulders, and holding the holy sword's hilt, Brando pulled out the sword gently, a light shining into the eyes of everyone present. "Holy Sword Odysseus!" Someone whispered.

Brando pointed at Oratus with his sword and said, "Sassards have done so many good things in Eruin. You never think someone will collect debts, right?"

"By you?" Olats scorned.

"I don't want to talk nonsense," Brando replied, "to put it simply, after today, the Sarsalder Alliance will no longer exist."

"A big breath." Ajani frowned as she heard it in the distance. Apparently, a mortal tone made her feel uncomfortable.

"Is it big?" Brando turned his head, but shook his head at her: "It's just good to give blood for blood--"

Oratsi smiled angrily: "Eruin? I haven't heard of that kind of raspberry at all-" but her laughter immediately stopped, and the fear on her face quickly appeared. Because behind Brando, a rectangular silver line appeared in the air, and tens of millions of silver cubes flashed away, sweeping more than half of Lataki in an instant.

It was a force that made everybody tremble.

And in this world, there is only one kind of power that can disturb the saints.

"Did you see that?"

"... Nothing wrong, then, that's ..."

Solomon, Logar, Roan, and Akash were shocked.

The power of being

Only Brando's look was ancient, as if he hadn't heard anything around him, and he only sank into his sword. He held the sword flush with his chest, held the blade in one hand, and the next moment—his people disappeared from everyone's vision, leaving only a residual image. Only Arcas captured the tremor of that space.

Like a long, narrow light in the dark.

Oratsi's face changed drastically, and the golden light in the depths of her pupils became bigger and bigger. She released the thunder desperately, and the square thunder light flickered. Olats screamed, rolled to one side, and the dark gold blade crossed it, bringing a blood line on her arm.

Oratsi swipes his teeth and swipes his hand back. The Thunder Whip passes by Brando's place, but Brando disappears one step before, and is still a flash sword. Oratsi retreated with fear in her heart. She was not afraid of Sky Striker, but the power of being had already scared her heart.

She only wanted to leave this place, but suddenly, her heart throbbed like never before, and the alarm bell rang.

Oratsi turned sharply immediately, and was amazed to see an equally narrow sword light.

"This is impossible--!"

Oratus felt like she was going crazy. How could there be such a sword in this world?

In the eyes of others, it was a sword cast by the afterimage left by Brando. It also straddled space and was also a flash sword. That looked weird, and there was no logic at all-but the afterimage didn't make sense with Oratus, and it suddenly flashed. Oratth almost fluttered forward with all his strength, and was groundless on the ground. Rolled away to avoid the sword.

But a wound was left on the lower abdomen.

She gritted her teeth and held the lower abdomen, but Brando himself had appeared behind him again. With a sword cut, Olats broke his heart, reached out to block, and three fingers flew up. She screamed in pain and hugged her hand.

However, Brando himself disappeared again, and where he had previously flashed, the afterimage was holding up Frost Singer Sina.

"No!" Oratth's shout was filled with despair.

This is the fastest sword in the world.

Beyond everyone's imagination.

Brando didn't even really use the power of existence.

The body flashes, then an illusion appears, and each offensive is reduced to two. Space flashes and phantoms flooded this small area at the same time. For a while, the shadow of Brando beside Oratus flashed at least seven times in a row.

It was a storm of sword blades, it was a flash sword, but it was also a dagger after the wind.

Olats bowed her head dullly, looking at a sword injury on her chest, silver blood flowing out--

Brando stopped in front of her, pointing his sword directly at her neck, and a chill passed through the blade to make the queen of the storm slap.

Brando was silent.

But the results speak for themselves. After entering the realm of sages, this was the first time that he had combined two kinds of supreme swordsmanship, and the power produced did not exceed his expectations.

That was the hard work of the two sages, and the supreme inheritance of the Dragons. In the presence of these existences, a storm queen Olats was nothing.

But at this moment, Brando's mind was boiling.

In the distance, Huang Huo clenched his fists with excitement, his eyes returned to the dark ink like Wen Yu, and his eyes shone. This was the first time she had seen a teacher cast such a sword in front of herself.

Brando watched the blade in his hand silently, reaching against Oratus's white neck.

At this moment, many things flashed through his mind. Those ridiculous, simple, naive vows, heavy sense of responsibility, tears of joy and regret coexisted in two simple words-memories. As for Eruin's responsibility, that's all there is to it. The only thing left is lingering guilt. After all, he still disappoints someone who trusts him.

That sincere, idealistic young man, he originally thought that time would make the Knight of Lantonilan mature, but time once again made a joke with him. Maybe this is Martha's special protection for Aike. This young man fell twice in the brightest years of his life, without even seeing the most ugly nature in the world.

Some things are destined to be engraved on the monument, but the ideal person should become a note of history, so that people can see the sublime flashes outside reality. Although they are fragile, they actually exist, even more than power and Power is more easily transformed into something eternal.

This is the pursuit of civilization for beauty.

But even so, Brando would definitely not allow those black hands who are conspiring behind the plot to escape, they sacrificed to the ideal, and he let them die.

Since you believe in power.

Let me show you the real power in this world.

Suddenly, Olats wanted to understand something and laughed abruptly: "I see, you are the ancestors ..."

Brando's hand was going forward.

"Mr. Brando, wait!" Before Solomon had time to stop, the time lord Adjani took a step forward, and the magic circle was already open in his hands-the Bugatians had already paid a heavy price, did they have to link Taraki The legacy with the Storm Wizard is also completely destroyed?

She finally made up her mind and never allowed it.

But Brando didn't even look back.

Rectangular silver lines, tens of millions of silver cubes flashed again, like a wall across the world, standing in front of seven Bugatian wizard leaders. The silver network swept forward. Except for Solomon, others found that they couldn't move. Ajani screamed and found that the law array in her hand was disintegrating, and she couldn't help showing shock.

Oratus's body fell heavily to the ground, her empty eyes stared straight into the sky, and she might not even have thought about why she died today.

Among the scorched palaces.

The Bugat's silver robe wizard is counting losses everywhere. Although the Sasard Alliance has been declared dead, the legacy of the red and blue wizards has not been destroyed, and Brando can't kill everyone indiscriminately— How is he different from these people?

Of course, a guilty person will never escape justice.

Unsurprisingly, Hesaryanov, the leader of the Sazard and the red-witched wizard, had left Lataki with his omniscient eyes.

Brando already knew this. When he first opened the Tiamat network, he scanned the entire Lataki, but found no trace of Heliyanov.

Ironically, every Sazard has no knowledge of this, and the queen of the storm, Oratus, will not understand it, even though she is dead.

But only such a ruthless and unscrupulous person can let go of all collusion with the Dragon of Dusk.

Brando paced aimlessly in the palace.

But one person stopped his way, and that was a tall wizard--the average Bugatians rarely had this man's burly, dark skin, short white hair, and black skin covered with black skin. Secret pattern.

Although his eyes are also silver of the Buga people, but different from ordinary people, this person's eyes have no pupils, only a piece of silver and white like the ocean.

Brando knew that the man in front of him was the uncrowned king of the Bugatians.

King of Wizards, Solomon.

"Mr. Brando." Although all the rumors of the wizard's king portray his majesty, Solomon's own voice was unexpectedly gentle, and he was very close at first sight.

Brando raised his head and frowned.

"Please don't get me wrong," Solomon said, "I'm not here for the past."

Brando nodded, at least the wizard king did not disappoint him.

"... is that existence?" Solomon asked.

"It's not perfect, but at least it's a manifestation of the power of being."

"So you've met the Throne of the End, haven't you?"

Brando shook his head, knowing that the descendants of Scholar Alducci knew more or less some secrets, and replied, "I have only seen the phantom of the Throne of Thrones in the stagnant realm, but it is not there."

"But you already know."

After Brando was silent for a moment, he nodded silently: "The Throne of the End is the ultimate authority of Tiamat's Law."

"Yes, authority is power," said the King of Wizards seriously. "So why have Martha's people been confused for a long time, and why the Council of Truth and the Ring of the World have so many divisions."

"You mean that the division of the Sazard is foreseeable?" Brando asked.

"But that doesn't mean I agree with them," Solomon replied.

Brando lowered his eyelids silently.

Mortals draw strength from a network called Tiamat. The magic and the elements and truths they believe are derived from this. Behind all the surface illusions, it is actually just a struggle for authority.

Are mortals really strong?

Even sages have arisen among them.

But for thousands of years, Tiamat's power has not grown, and the power it can assign is ultimately limited--

But even if it reaches its peak, what can it do?

The ancestors created this network called Tiamat, but even its creator did not change their destiny.

"Actually, the Bugatians knew this a long time ago," Solomon continued. "But Tiamat is, after all, our last dependency. If we lose even this, we won't even have another chance."

"Reincarnation again and again," Brando whispered, "when is the end?"

"Perhaps this time," Solomon turned around and looked out of the palace. In the distance, Jiufeng and the army of Bugatians were converging at one place: "The dragon of dusk has come to our world, even at the expense of The price of falling into danger is to seize the supreme authority of Tiamat-"

The words of the wizard did not make it too clear, but the meaning was quite obvious.

If it succeeds, we have no future.

"So we had to make a desperate effort," he looked back at Brando, his silver eyes faint: "You are the one chosen by Martha, Mr Brando, can you answer me a question?"

"Any chance?"

After listening to this question, Brando only walked forward silently, his front was beyond the gate of the palace.

As the sun passed the unclear light-dark junction, Brando looked up and stared at the clear blue sky of Lataki. Is there any chance? There was something waiting for him to decide in that faint hope, like a responsibility in the meditation, he vaguely understood what Martha meant when he looked at himself.

But he nodded.

"still have a chance."

Then walked out.

Solomon stared silently at the young man's back.

Maybe an era is over.

When will the new era begin?

...

"teacher."

Huang Huo stood quietly under the steps, not like most young girls of this age, because she seemed to rejoice because she was happy-but still she could see that her heart was full of joy at the moment. Talking eyes glowed.

However, as always, Huang Huo blinked quietly.

For this outstanding student, Brando raised a warmth in his heart and smiled slightly.

"The teacher's swordplay is as enviable as ever," Huang Huo said sincerely.

"You are also good. You practice fast." Brando stopped and said to her.

"It's still far worse than the teacher."

Brando laughed: "Relax, one day you will surpass me."

"really?"

Brando nodded earnestly, he was definitely not an exaggeration.

Huang Huo's dark eyes flashed with anticipation, and one day she could protect the teacher.

The two walked down the stairs, Phoenix took the sword from Brando, holding the sword consciously one step behind, and kept the student's duty. She looked up at Brando's back, her eyes full of reverence.

In the distance is the slumped city of Lataki after the war. The inhabitants of the city are not only Sasars, but also many Bancias.

Many people lost their families in the war.

The cry came from a distance in the wind.

Yet few people will understand what it means today-

In the future, the Wizarding War that lasted for nearly 60 years, people lost more. Lataki was also turned into fly ash by a spell blow in Lin Xiao's year, and no one survived.

But the demise of the Sasarde Alliance proclaimed the early end of the Wizarding War.

It's not just Eru's revenge on a kingdom-more importantly, mortals are united in advance. The Bugatians and Jiufeng's army will further clear the centaur clan who have taken refuge in the Sazard and the Twilight Dragon on the Great Plains. After the loss of the shepherds of Cruz I, the Twilight Dragon's other With the help of one hand, the power of returning to all things will be severely hit.

This war can at least declare that the threat from the civilized world comes to an end, and people can finally free up their hands to deal with the real threat from the Twilight Dragon.

But Brando was not at ease.

Since the death of the Sazard is predictable, did the Dragon of the Dusk abandon two important pieces in Cruz and Saint-Osor, just to create a disaster in the White Mountain and civil strife in Eruin?

No, that's obviously not enough.

...

With his glowing staff in his hand, William Pist walked carefully through a dark hall.

The sound of footsteps rustled in the silence, and it seemed that there was only one sound left in the deep space. He carefully observed the condition of the hall, and his face looked dignified.

At the edge of the light, tiny maggots are escaping into the gaps in the wall, leaving only empty spider webs; the hall is full of dust, debris scattered on the ground, and the air is filled with a life A moldy breath that should not be near.

But he stopped suddenly.

The light of magic shines in front of the first step, and his gaze rises up the stairs, sitting on the gray throne, with a black robe covered with cobwebs and dead bones. The skeleton wore a crown, and one hand still supported his jaw, sitting crooked on the throne, but in the eyes of the black hole, the old light had long since passed away.

With a bang, the staff in William's hand fell to the ground.

He stepped back pale.

"This is impossible……"

Hermit, the school of silver wizards who is best at psychic and array spells.

At the same time, it is also the most unique tribe of the Bugat tricolor wizards. These mighty black-robed wizards are not keen to fight for power on the continent. Instead, they have been at the forefront of fighting chaos for seven centuries.

They are also the deadliest rivals of the Silver Sky Snake and the Shepherd.

Since the leader of the Hermitage, the black-robed wizard Yuki, has kept this floating city above the Great Glacier, they have always fulfilled their promise. Although they have not returned to the mainland for nearly three hundred years, no one has. I thought they would end like this--

William Pist recognized the crown.

That was the king's laurel of Yuki.

Numerous rustling voices suddenly came from the darkness. The wizard leader turned suddenly, and the staff on the ground flew to his hands naturally. He put the light forward, and suddenly looked like a shadow in the hall. Ugly creature.

demon.

In fact William had identified the person.

It was a tall monster standing in the middle of a group of inferiors. He grinned and smiled at him silently: "William-Pister, I didn't expect that we were waiting here for you, which was a surprise. "

"King of the clan, Cyril, are you awake?"

The monster sneered twice: "It's only hundreds of years earlier than you expected."

Suddenly the old wizard changed his face.

...

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