Act 483 Extraordinary

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Surrounding the sky above Valhalla, silver light doors opened one after another, and wizards stepped out, standing in the air, holding staffs, and their robes rustled in the biting north wind.

"Tissadormara!" (In the name of the star——)

A wizard raised his staff high, the gem on the head of the staff sparkling, and a silver beam of light shot out from the gem and shot in another direction.

"Natazzvro!" (Lyra, one of the twelve witch constellations)

The first wizard in the clockwise direction also raised his staff and pointed the gem on the staff at the beam of silver light. The light passed through the gem and immediately deflected in another direction.

One wizard after another stretched out his staff. In the sky, the red-robed Law Mystic, the blue-robed Tower Illusionist, the gray-robed Gray Mage, all kinds of robes complement each other, and every time the silver beam passes through a person's staff, it moves faster. It refracts in another direction, again and again, until it finally forms a circle that is continuously divided.

A giant circle surrounding Valhalla.

Hollis finally raised his staff, 'Togriffin', and the silver beam passed through the dreamlike ring of Azure Tears on the head of the staff, putting the final touch on this giant circle.

He stared at the giant tree below with cold silver eyes, and slightly tilted the staff in his hand.

"," (Crown of the North Wind,)

"." (Scepter of the Earth.)

"—Eaam—Oss—Vit\'ss," (the elements of the four directions,)

"TissadorliAry!" (Guidance from the stars.)

A bright beam of light shot out from Azure Tears, pointing directly at the center of the giant circle.

A huge silver rune appeared on the giant circle - (flame). With it as the center, the silver halo suddenly expanded outward into a ring, and countless mysterious runes were naturally formed in the ring - that It is a magic circle, and then seventeen magic circles connected to it are formed in sequence.

In the Hall of Trees, the light spirits were in chaos.

"It's over now, it's too arrogant!" Monica stuck out her tongue. She threw herself on the console, slapped almost all the crystals into the grooves, and screamed loudly: "Valhalla!"

"Warning, strong magic ripples have been detected. The third layer of shield is expected to be activated - the target is judged to be string magic, elemental attack, intensity level 13, the magic ripple reaction is detected as a falling star strike." The girl said calmly. The sound echoed in the Hall of Trees.

"Quickly, calculate how much energy is left?"

"The energy remaining is 11.3%. It is expected to be able to withstand attack intensity of level 11 or below."

Miss Guangling slapped her forehead: "I'm going to die, please inform the Lord quickly——!"

The north wind is howling.

There was silence on the battlefield.

Whether it was the Tonigel people, the southern nobles, knights, or private soldiers, everyone stared blankly at this scene. Such a war had already exceeded their imagination.

The sky is showing the second rune, the words written in light: Eaam. (earth)

"grown ups……"

The knights looked back.

Brando patted his young captain on the shoulder. He raised his head, his eyes reflecting the silver network. But what he saw was not the magic of the Sasardians. But the sky is gray, the plains are vast, and the wind is blowing thousands of miles.

He closed his eyes, exhaled and inhaled gently.

What poured into the lungs was the cold air, the breath of the biting north wind. It comes from the distant Anzeruta Plateau, across the warm Shining Sea. There are sparkling waves on the sea surface. Under the sea surface, in the direction of the ocean current, the Naga tribe is migrating south. It comes here. It brings news of the Northland.

Brando saw all this with his own eyes. His gaze seemed to penetrate the plains and mountains, the sky and the earth, and everything in Warnd. It's all in his eyes.

He exhales and inhales.

The wind on the battlefield suddenly stopped.

The wind calmed down, and so did the falling snowflakes. People looked around in astonishment. In the woods on both sides of the Alder, snowflakes were falling quietly. The river seemed to have lost its sound, and the ice fragments collided with each other on the water. Then he was swallowed by the whirlpool. Every needle leaf hangs quietly and silently.

"Crack——"

A crack appeared on the staff, and Hollis raised his head in shock.

He saw that the clouds were moving slowly in the gloomy sky, and the snowflakes were still falling, but at some point, the wind in all things had stopped.

At an altitude of thousands of meters, there was no wind flowing anymore.

"This is……"

Brando opened his eyes, and an almost straight skyline was reflected in his dark brown eyes.

He slowly turned over and dismounted, unhooked the holy sword from the saddle, slowly sheathed the sword, raised the strapped scabbard above his head, and hung it behind his back.

The young white lion knights, the Tonigels, the nobles, knights and private soldiers from the southern border of Eruin, and people from far and near on the battlefield were all watching his movements.

And Brando raised his head.

The whole world has become a different look in his eyes. It no longer has mountains and rivers, no more flowing wind and water, no more fire and earth, no more elements and substances.

The trees disappeared, the forest disappeared, the Grahar Mountains in the distance disappeared, and the entire Tonigel disappeared in turn.

A world composed of countless intertwined silver lines and connected by countless nodes appeared in his eyes. This world would no longer have substantial power, but truth and laws were everything to it.

The realm of sages.

Brando took a step.

The purple wave is silently approaching Valhalla. The fortress walls are already covered with tree elves and centaurs. Rowlint and Little Montolo stand side by side, holding the pendants given to them by Brando in their hands. Jian looked at this scene nervously.

Not far away from them, Hainf took a deep breath, and his hands and the swordswoman's hands were tightly clasped together.

The third rune is appearing in the sky.

The wind of all things, the most free and unrestrained element in the world.

"Pacha——"

Another sound of a staff breaking.

Hollis turned around, it was like the source of a chain reaction, a series of breaking sounds sounded, and he saw a chain of staffs breaking in the hands of his colleagues.

The Sasardians watched this scene in astonishment. They could hardly react. Time seemed to slow down at that moment. In the slowly flowing vein of time, there was a loud bang, and the third huge rune over Valhalla broke and disappeared...

All the wizards spat out blood.

They felt the wind element disappear at the same time.

It is being pushed out of this land by an inexplicable force.

"Oh my God, what's going on...?"

"Someone took our power away!"

"I can't feel the presence of the wind element anymore..."

"This is a direct rejection of low-level forces by high-level forces. There are, there are sages around here..."

The wizards looked at the ashes of the staffs in their hands, with pale expressions on their faces, and couldn't help but subconsciously look around.

But Hollis's heart tightened. "Be careful!" He turned around and roared, and a flash of light burst out on the ground, followed by a scream. A long and narrow sword light crossed with a secret law practitioner.

There was a look of astonishment on the man's face, and then his head slowly drooped down until it fell from his neck. The headless body fell softly to the ground, and soon turned into a tiny black dot.

And where he originally stood, a young man holding a sword appeared.

The young man stood with his back to everyone.

The holy sword has been sheathed behind his back, and the corners of his coat are hanging low due to the lack of wind, motionless. The hand holding the sword hilt has long and powerful fingers with pale knuckles, placed quietly on the twisted and weird guard.

"Sage...sage..."

Hollis almost squeezed out these two words through his teeth.

Brando shook his head. Asked calmly:

"What is strength, Thassardian?"

"I'm not ashamed to say that," seven different magic circles suddenly unfolded behind Hollis: "Confinement, Gravity Blessing, Slowness, Action Prediction, Law Analysis, Mental Sensing, Forbidden Domain——"

Seven consecutive spells fell on Brando one after another.

It's a pity that Brando just swept it with his hand, and all these spells fell apart.

Hollis narrowed his eyes slightly. A warning sign suddenly occurred in his heart, and he took a step back, but could not move at all. The face of the Salde wizard's most trusted lieutenant suddenly turned white.

He understood something immediately...

Just one step slower than him. Other wizards also began to cast their own spells, but before these people could complete their spells, they suddenly turned into a ball of flame and fell into the clouds screaming.

This tragic scene made everyone stop in silence.

"This, this is..."

"Divine power..."

"How is this possible? The gods have passed away long ago!"

They suddenly stopped talking.

The wizards turned pale one after another.

Brando didn't speak again.

He listened in silence. There was no wind flowing in the sky, but he seemed to hear a voice. It was a rumbling roar that echoed from the entire world, like the beating of a world.

One after another, each blow was strong and powerful, like a forging hammer hitting his body, causing his blood to resonate, seem to boil, and make the same rumbling sound.

Brando slowly turned around.

The wizards couldn't help but hold their breath, because they first saw a pair of black eyes, but gradually merged with silver light, and the silver seemed to be mixed with a ray of golden light.

The golden glow grew stronger and stronger, and finally completely enveloped Brando's eyes.

Hollis only felt his heart pounding, as if it would break free from the constraints of his chest and jump out of his chest at any time.

Bang, bang, bang, the entire battlefield was shrouded in that huge roar. It was the powerful beating of the heart, but it was not Hollis's, but belonged to a certain great will.

"Bloodline Reshaping..."

"The law of fusion..."

"Perfect body..."

Hollis felt that he must be going crazy. How could a mortal do this? Why is it that after the age of the saints, a mortal can break free from the shackles of the Law of Tiamat again?

Why could a mere mortal be able to cross the boundary between black iron and silver and step into the realm of gold?

That is the most powerful existence below the power of existence.

He couldn't believe that he could actually witness the birth of a demigod.

Ten thousand years after the death of the gods.

Such power has returned to this land again.

What happened to all this?

Hollis watched helplessly as the young man turned around, waved his hand lightly, and the huge silver magic circle over Valhalla was shattered with a crunching sound.

It's like it never existed.

"So do you understand?" Brando said lightly: "Those who can't even persist in themselves will never be able to understand the original meaning of this world, and the truth behind the laws will naturally have no chance with you."

"The Sasardians themselves have chosen a path of destruction." He glanced at these wizards with an indifferent look: "What you are so complacent about is just the madness before your destruction."

"No--"

Hollis shouted at the top of his lungs.

But blazing flames had already spurted out of his body, burning him to ashes in an instant. Brando turned his head, and the thirty-two Sasard wizards were burned in the fire before they could turn around.

Brando turned his palms silently.

Under the skin, faint golden light veins are flowing.

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.(To be continued.)

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