Act 467 Jump I

Brando flew along the Gers River Valley in the direction of Mintai. Under his feet was the vast western Schavlund Forest. From the air, the dark woodland in late winter was mixed with the dazzling white covered with snow, like a forest being covered by silver. A world shrouded in veneer. This forest is not an inaccessible place. It is actually a thoroughfare connecting Mintai, Horta, Paris, Schavlund and Firland. The forest is dotted with scattered manors and villages. , occasionally you can still see hunters' huts in the forest, but most of them are already deserted at this time, and the breath of war condenses in the sky above Tonigel and seems to be substantial.

Seeing this scene, Brando felt calm in his heart. The construction of Fir Ring has gathered the efforts of many people. Antitina and Roman spent several years turning this barren land into a prosperous business. A place to come and go.

But compared to the hardships of construction, destruction often only takes a short moment.

The nobles of Eruin, instead of being able to lead the kingdom forward, have become the source of hindering its progress. The royal party in his memory no longer exists. Her Royal Highness the Princess hopes that people can regain the faith of the late monarch, but in the end it is just a illusion.

This is not all beautiful. An Eruin who has returned to the mortal world, its heroes, and even themselves determine the tragic fate of this kingdom in the future.

This experience of starting over told him that everything in history was not accidental, and that everyone involved in it - even himself, had promoted the process of history and set it on the path of no return.

But he wasn't angry.

In other words, the cold feelings suppressed his anger, and what he needed was no longer resentment, but a thorough cleansing.

He understands that everyone can do a lot of things wrong, and he himself is no exception. Neither he nor Princess Griffin can decide all this.

But since the nobles have chosen their own destiny.

Then they must have already expected the end of failure.

At that moment Brando understood that an era had passed. The Eruin he was familiar with will be gone forever.

He fully unfolded his law network, and the power of the sages shrouded the world between heaven and earth. It was an aura that was almost like a god, but it merged with the origin of this world - that is Existential power. It is great and high, yet it exists everywhere. It's hard to notice that when everyone is pursuing the ultimate power, they don't know that they are already in it.

That's the power of the whole world.

In Brando's eyes, the sky above the forest formed a large network that kept moving closer to the center. It was no longer composed of continuous spaces, but one node after another. When he passed through these nodes, the scene on the ground seemed to automatically Shrinking towards him from far to near. To an outsider, it looks like a point that continuously jumps forward in the sky, forming a straight forward silver line. Like a meteor streaking across the sky, pointing directly in the direction of Mintai Fort.

"Dad! Dad! Watch the shooting stars!"

Deep in the forest, a young man wearing wolf skin pointed directly at the sky and shouted excitedly. Behind him, the frowning middle-aged man gave him an angry shudder: "What kind of meteor is coming in broad daylight? Hurry up!"

"But it's true!" The young man said, covering his head in grievance.

The hunter raised his head and looked at the sky. Even on a gloomy snowy day, the sky above Mintai Forest was spotlessly clean. There was nothing in the air, and thick clouds piled up on the horizon. Only palm-sized snowflakes were falling down. He sighed: "This cursed weather, is Lady Martha blind? It makes good people suffer and evil people enjoy happiness. I thought Tonigel could get a moment of peace, but these damn nobles don't even want the last hope of us refugees." Take it away?"

"Hmph, those aristocratic gentlemen are the most despicable and shameless. They dare to do these things while the earl is not around. If they wait until the earl comes back, I want them to look good!" the boy said childishly.

His father was unimpressed.

That's just wishful thinking. The nobles stand high and see far away. Since they dare to take action, they must be absolutely sure. Maybe the earl is already in danger. Take ten thousand steps back. Even if the nobles lose the battle, they are just punished and have to pay money to atone for their sins. The king also wants lords to rule his country. If Her Royal Highness the Princess kills all these people, who will sacrifice their life for her?

Select talents from civilians? Hey, where does this talent come from among the common people? He can't even read two Chinese characters. Even he himself doesn't believe that he can stand shoulder to shoulder with those noble men, let alone govern this country. The nobles are already colluding, so what can the earl change? He alone cannot challenge the entire aristocratic world of Eruin.

The older hunter has long since passed the era of rising blood, and there are also some locals who look down on Tony Geer. The locals brag about their lord to the point of being a god, in order to gain a little bit of pitiful vanity. He has seen it a lot, In Bragues, in Gendenel, where are the people who are not like this? Of course, that Earl may be really powerful, otherwise he would not be able to turn the tide in Ampelsel, but to say that the Cruz people bowed their heads and that the high-ranking Silver People also favored him would be an exaggeration. Marshal Darus couldn't do such a thing back then, so how could his descendants? It’s true that one generation is inferior to the other.

The fight among the nobles was nothing more than a struggle for power. This time the nobles united to deal with Count Tonigel, simply because the count was on the wrong team. He had long heard that the Earl secretly coveted the beauty of Her Royal Highness, and could not help but shake his head secretly. The hero is sad about the beauty - but he may not really be a hero. Even he could see that the Corcova royal family was already on the verge of collapse, and the Earl Your Excellency insists on going your own way, you are so stupid.

He couldn't help but shake his head and secretly regretted that he was so blind that he believed the lies of his fellow villagers and chose to move from Manoville to this place. He should have realized that this place was a place of right and wrong, and chose to go to the north of Viero in the first place. ——If you weren't worried that those hateful skeletons would go north.

The resentment in his heart turned into physical actions. He kicked the young man in his family's butt angrily and scolded him with the authority of a parent: "Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly. Those damned people will be left behind." The rebels have something nice for you.”

According to common sense, if he kicks him like this, his own boy will be honest. But he didn't expect that this time the young man seemed to be stupid. He had no idea that he had been hit on the butt, and he still stood there motionless.

"Why are you still standing there?" the older hunter said angrily, "Are you waiting to die?"

Unexpectedly, his son turned a deaf ear and stared straight ahead, as if he had lost his soul.

The older hunter grew up in the forest - although he is more familiar with the mountains and forests north of Manowell and Braggs, he has been exposed to the legends of the mountain people since he was a child, so he naturally knows that in addition to prey, there are also some creepy things in the mountains. of. To the north of Prague, the forests there have been thoroughly developed by the locals for thousands of years. Even the most remote places have hunters' huts. Even so, there are occasional rumors of hunters encountering strange things, which disappear every year. Several people, let alone a remote place like Tonigel.

He suddenly felt his hair stand on end. He subconsciously reached out to his son, grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back, shouting: "What are you looking at? Get back here quickly!" At the same time, he also shouted to his son. Looked in that direction.

At this glance, the father and son stood stunned on the spot.

In the Hall of Trees, there was a chaotic and busy scene, and the screams of the light spirits were coming and going——

"The energy regresses to 86...77...65...40...33...11%. The jump ends and re-realization begins. Valhalla begins to take root and recalculate the coordinates..."

"Valhalla, be careful!" Monica suddenly screamed.

"Ah..." A somewhat panicked exclamation came out.

"The Oldham Fortress area has re-entered the virtual state, hurry! The seventh and eighth root systems will calculate the rooting coordinates again!"

"The re-incorporation is completed, the magic power consumption exceeds the standard, and the warning area is entered. Warning, the seventh set of magic engines is overheating!"

The light spirits screamed in panic: "That's the prototype provided by Miss Antitina. If it breaks, we will be dead!"

"We're dead!"

"Run!"

"Shut up, you idiots!" Monica was fed up with her mindless companions: "That's not what we have to worry about now!"

"Inject coolant!" she shouted.

"The coolant injection is completed, the temperature begins to drop, and the magic power is expected to be exhausted in twenty seconds. The countdown begins, twenty, nineteen... ten, nine, the eighth root system is completed, the seventh root system is completed, and the Oldham area is re-established. The transformation is complete, turn off the magic output..."

"The Valhalla jump is completed, the cooldown has begun, and the recharge is expected to be completed in fifteen minutes."

The tall girl in white finished her report in a calm tone, but her face was a little red. Obviously, the previous thrilling scene was not without impact on her. Then she closed her eyes and searched the status of the entire fortress. After confirming that it was correct, she said: "The fortress is in good condition, there is nothing abnormal."

Monica slumped in front of the console under the crystal tower like a puddle of mud. The other light spirits in the hall also made a sound of "oh" with joy, and then they all fell around like drunken flies. He fell crookedly to the ground, looking like he was surviving a disaster.

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