Scene 56 The Invitation to Return All Things to One

The battle was over before it even started——

Brando ordered Lubis's mercenaries to throw the two stunned sergeants of the Silver Wing Cavalry into the corner of the room. He then thought about it and thought that the swordsman might have chased him all the way. He covered his left shoulder - the wound left by the previous sword stabbing was burning. With his current level of strength in front of a gold-level swordsman, even the slightest vacillation would be fatal: this is no better than fighting with the Crusaders. In the competition between the executioner and the white knight Alberton, with a strength gap of nearly twenty times, the effect of experience is minimal.

In other words, if Test goes all out, Brando's perception won't even be able to capture the opponent's movement trajectory.

He wiped his forehead, which was full of sweat and throbbing, and he couldn't help but be filled with doubts. Although he didn't know what the other party was doing, Brando was wary of putting their target on him as soon as they met. He wondered if the other party was a killer of the All-In-One Society, because the only person he had offended now was this organization.

But not quite like it. Wanwuguiyihui's style of conduct is low-key and secretive. Even if he wants revenge, he will not choose to do it in a public place like the auction site.

Unless they collude with Madara. But that is even more ridiculous. The Union of All Things believes in chaos and is a secret follower of the Dragon of Twilight. How could it possibly get mixed up with Madara, the order in the darkness. Brando shook his head to eliminate the messy thoughts in his mind. He pointed at his 'subordinates' and warned: "You six, run away separately." The top priority is how to save your life.

He issued this order, but immediately felt that it was unnecessary. Brando immediately had the urge to call them back, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. It was better to be prepared, since there wouldn't be much difference between them and them.

In the 'Amber Sword', it would be a great feeling if at his level there were twelve warriors with the strength of the lower reaches of the black iron who could come and go at a moment's notice. But in this cold, inhumane real world, there is now a swordsman who has activated the third level of power and seems to be planning to cause trouble for him, which makes people a little uneasy.

People who have activated the third level of power have an average power of at least over a hundred levels. Brando thought that the other party was an uncommon swordsman with a thin sword, so he must be practicing the dexterity route of elf swordsmanship. If he had dexterity of more than 120 levels, then his reflex speed would be It reaches twenty-three times that of ordinary people, and the explosion speed is forty-seven times.

With the blessing of this ability, the opponent can reach a speed of more than 700 kilometers per hour when moving in a straight line, which is nearly twice the speed limit of a Formula One car, and even close to the speed of an earlier generation of jet fighters. And his physique is strong enough to support him moving forward at this speed, counteracting the resistance wall and the pressure on his internal organs.

According to the calculation method in "Amber Sword", a character with one hundred and twenty energy levels of dexterity,

His physique should be at least sixty levels above. The defensive power generated by such a person's skin alone can be comparable to more than 200 mm of sloped armor. Brando thought about what kind of damage one of his most powerful attacks, the 'wind bomb', could cause to a 200 mm inclined steel plate——

At most it's just a dent.

In other words - a swordsman with level three strength is almost a humanoid monster.

Brando couldn't help but think that if he had a sword with such a person, he would fly out and smash through the auction house. Such a guy can search the entire auction house within tens of seconds if he wants to, so even if he sends all twelve people out, he can only delay it for a few seconds at most.

A few seconds was nothing to him, but to the opponent, it was enough to kill him back and forth several times.

Brando took a breath. He thought that since he came to this world, everything has basically been within the scope of his design. He had been careful to avoid the presence of these high-level people. During the entire adventure, the only flaw was that he accidentally offended all things, but he had also been careful to avoid the other party's eyes.

He just wanted to break his head, but he didn't expect that this was just a not so clever coincidence. He turned back and pulled out the sergeant's sword, then turned back and glanced in the direction of the door. The remaining Lubis mercenaries blocked the corridor. The messy space in the corridor seemed to have drained the air and was filled with a dry dead silence, which was disturbing.

Brando showed the Holy Sword card, and a huge sword with snow-white wings spread out and mysterious golden patterns flowing on the sword appeared behind him; this was the third time he showed the card in this chapter, and the honor surged on the sword. The power seemed to be refracted into his body, as if he could destroy walls and break oars with just a few clicks of his fingers. However, Brando understood that this was an illusion caused by a sudden gain of huge power. In fact, the Holy Sword Card only strengthened his attack ability in a compensatory way - making him enter the middle level of Silver in a certain aspect.

But this power can only give him the comfort of being able to hurt his opponent. In fact, he understands that if there is a real fight, he may not be able to catch the opponent's movements and will be stabbed through the throat with a sword. Of course, everything is not always the case, and Brando believes that he is not totally without a chance.

At this time, he finally heard a few screams coming from the corridor, and the 'Rubis' Mercenary' card that was maintained on the secret ground of the Holy Tree was half dimmed in an instant.

Brando's heart tightened, and he raised his head, just in time to see the silver-haired young nobleman slowly walking out of the corner - the man was wearing a short black cloak, with one hand hooked on the hilt of the rapier, and the crystal-like sword was hung with With a few streaks of blood. Brando recognized the sword: the Sting of the Crystal Scorpion. In the 'Amber Sword', the damage of this sword is not even ranked among weapons above level 60, but the toughness and strength of the sword itself are It's one of the best. He remembered that when he was still a young man, he heard a veteran say that if someone was accustomed to using such a sword, it at least meant that he was very confident in his own strength.

Brando didn't dare to believe this judgment, but judging from the young man's previous performance, he did seem to be confident in his own methods.

While he was taking care of Test, the noble swordsman was also looking at him with glass-like purple eyes. The silver-haired young man's eyes first fell on the shadow of the holy sword behind Brando, and he squinted slightly. , and then his eyes swept over the others one by one. It is all about the strength of Black Iron Downstream. This young man has some capital, but in his opinion, it is not a problem. At this time, since the fangs can intimidate others even if they are not exposed, it is better to put them away - so Test sheathed the sword and smiled slightly, this smile was as sweet as a woman's peaceful smile.

Then the young man raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Where have I seen you?"

Brando didn't know what medicine he bought in the gourd, so he could only force himself to calm down. He smiled disdainfully and said straight to the point: "Of course, because you just stabbed me in the shoulder about a minute ago. And there. I confirm that I have never seen you before, sir." He replied irritably.

When he answered this, he quietly opened his property panel, and rows of data hung down like water and appeared in front of his eyes.

First up is idle experience: 4730.

After the series of battles, his reserve experience has increased again. What's more, the acquisition of the Elemental Revelation Scroll not only saved him nearly 2,000 experience, but also crucially omitted the series of tasks to open the element pool. This is simply too important for him who is pressed for time.

At this time, Test shook his head, not angry at all: "No, that happened earlier. I confirm that I saw you at the cavalry headquarters."

"Cavalry Headquarters."

"Exactly."

"Who are you?" Brando suddenly realized something, but when he thought of this question, he relaxed and looked at the other party calmly after taking a breath.

"My name is Test. This is the name I gave myself. It means 'Tiryhd' in the ancient language of the Cruz people, which means 'resistance'," Test replied with a smile: "If you ask Identity, I am the deputy to the commander of the Silver Wings Cavalry Regiment, the third-level sergeant major of the White Mane Legion, and the Viscount Manowell of the Kingdom of Eruin. However, I still prefer my name to these lengthy titles. , simple, and full of profound sacrificial meaning." Brando has rarely seen a person who can talk so rhetorically around his name with such a smile, but now he has seen one.

It turned out to be him. Brando suddenly understood. Could it be that what they did on Squirrel Street was known? But this is unlikely, unless the cripple sells them, but does the cripple have the courage? Brando shook his head and forced himself to calm down so as not to be caught by the other party.

Viscount Test.

The illegitimate son of Archduke Golan Elson, Viscount Test of the Manowell region, was neither too conspicuous in the last short history of Eruin, nor was he as unknown as an ordinary person. . Brando's impression of him stayed on a tragic love story between him and a female bard - of course, that happened later.

But Brando knew this man's character. Mr. Viscount was a person who was open-minded and informal on the surface, but was so meticulous in his heart that he was almost rigid. Although Brando once suspected that Test, as the deputy to the leader of the Blade Cavalry, Magsk, might also have something to do with the Oneness of All Things. Moreover, the mysterious whereabouts of this person also confirmed this from the side. However, he couldn't help being surprised when he first met the historical Viscount Test. He did not appear to be psychologically distorted due to long-term exclusion and suppression as described in poems and stories. , the other party's calmness is reflected on his face, maybe he has bad intentions - but this kind of bad intentions is also very calm, and will not make people think of "smiling but not smiling", "hypocrisy" and other derogatory terms.

His smile is like a beautiful poisonous snake. You know the danger, but you still feel elegant and calm.

Test held a sword in one hand - the sword was sheathed like a cane - and the threat was unmistakable. But the silver-haired young man seemed to say: "There is one thing that needs to be resolved between you and me. I don't rule out the possibility of stabbing you through with a sword, but other than that, there is nothing we can't talk about. "It's as if for this kind of person, life and death have long been ignored. He has his own attitude and pursuit.

Seeing this, Brando knew that he could not find any flaws in such a person, but when he was a Sophie, he had a stubborn temperament that made him stronger when he was strong, otherwise he would not have fought with Madara. Year. So now he calmed down and smiled coldly.

"I don't remember offending you before, Mr. Vicomte."

Test's purple eyes flashed, he had always felt that this young man was not simple. He made a sudden move just now, and the opponent, a swordsman with a black iron lower level strength, was able to escape calmly, which is enough to prove that the opponent has a certain ability. But now he further confirmed it.

A simple sentence, both a counterattack and a cliche. The other party seemed to have figured out his character. The silver-haired young man suddenly felt a little awkward. He couldn't help but touch his nose. Of course he didn't want to be led by the nose, but he couldn't pretend that he hadn't heard. His self-confidence wouldn't allow it.

"That's good, but not everyone in this world has a choice." He replied.

Brando's eyes narrowed slightly. Test was soft and then hard. It seemed that things were not as good as he imagined. But it was probably impossible for him to hand over Antitina, he thought, while quietly allocating his experience to the mercenary profession without reservation. The latter immediately crossed levels 11 and 12, bringing his total level to level 20 for the first time.

At the same time, his power also broke through double digits for the first time, reaching 10 points.

Although this little strength is still not enough for Tester, it can still be regarded as reaching the level of mid-range black iron strength.

"What do you want to say?" He suppressed the power of the holy sword with one hand, his palms were covered with sweat, but he asked calmly on the surface.

"Let's get straight to the point, what's your relationship with Leto?" Test seemed to see Brando's little move, but he didn't express anything, but asked calmly. However, his posture made Brando even more vulnerable to the enemy. As a veteran warrior, Brando could see the opponent's possible sword path from almost every direction of Test, which made him break out in a cold sweat. .

This Tester doesn't care on the surface, but in fact he is very wary of himself.

But what shocked him more now was Test's question. In fact, Brando's face almost changed when he heard this question. Fortunately, he had experienced many battles, and his mental quality was not compromised. Only then did he calm down, let out a breath without leaving a trace, and asked: "What Leto?"

Brando looked uninformed on the surface, but he was in a turmoil in his heart. What alignment did Test come from to ask him this question? Local noble? White Mane Legion? Or will everything come together? Thinking about it, it seems possible, but each lacks core evidence to support it. But the key to the problem is how much they already know.

Brando forced himself to stare into Test's eyes. This was his specialty. He had deceived many of Madara's top players in the game, but it seemed to have lost its effect at this moment.

Tester didn't catch a single clue from Brando, but it was this that aroused his suspicion. He smiled: "Your answer doesn't mean much to me. It would be easiest for me to kill you. But your performance made me love talents. I don't mind what you said. You know it means nothing to me—"

He looked at him with glass-like purple eyes and smiled: "Your name is Brando, right? I just ask you one thing, are you willing to join us."

At this time, Brando wanted to pretend to be stupid and ask: "You guys?"

But when he saw the opponent's hand holding the sword and the dark ring of a krait on his finger, he couldn't help but swallow. He knew that this was Test giving him an ultimatum, either agree or report to Lord Martha.

But joining the Union of All Things is a torture in itself for Brando. In the previous life, that was his life and death enemy second only to Madara.

And this is secondly, Brando knows that once he joins this notorious organization, he will be branded with it for life. This is not the path he wants to take. As long as he is not completely desperate, he does not want to consider even a little bit in this direction.

Now he has to choose a side with the addition of the All-Union Society and Test's Sword.

Brando couldn't help but stop working on the attributes...

There was dead silence.

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(PS. I am visiting relatives and friends every day. Don’t patients need to rest? The word count should be smaller these days. I will try my best to make up for it after I am busy.) (To be continued. If you want to know what the funeral is like, please Log in, get more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)