Act 510 The End of an Era (Part 2)

"Teacher!" Huang Huo struggled to stand up, his voice weak and filled with joy.

Brando looked warm and nodded to his students.

Among the people present, only Tullaman and Solomon recognized the person, while the others looked puzzled. Until Orates asked this question for them. "Who are you?" The queen of the storm frowned and looked at Brando and asked.

Stretching his hand behind his shoulder, holding the hilt of the holy sword, Brando gently pulled out the sword, and a bright light illuminated the eyes of everyone present. "Holy Sword Odysseus!" Someone shouted.

Brando pointed his sword at Orates and said, "The Sasardians have done so many good things in Eruin. You can't imagine that someone will come to collect debts, right?"

"On you?" Orates curled her lips contemptuously.

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

"What a loud tone." Ajani frowned after hearing this from a distance. It was obvious that such a tone from a mortal made her feel a little unhappy.

"Is it big?" Brando turned around and shook his head at her: "Blood for blood, it's just right -"

Orates laughed angrily: "Eruin people? I have never heard of that kind of rubbish -" But her laughter immediately stopped, and a look of fear quickly appeared on her face. Because behind Brando, a rectangular silver line emerged in the air, and tens of millions of silver cubes flashed away, sweeping across most of Lataki in an instant.

It was a force that made everyone tremble.

In this world, there is only one kind of power that is enough to make the sage feel uneasy.

"Did you see clearly?"

"...It's not wrong, that, that's..."

Solomon, Rogar, Roan, and Arcas looked shocked.

The power of existence——

Only Brando looked calm, as if he was oblivious to everything around him, and he only focused on his sword. He held the sword and raised it to the level of his chest, holding the blade with one hand. The next moment - his person disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only an afterimage. Only Arcas captured the tremor of space.

Like a narrow ray of light in the darkness.

Orates's complexion changed dramatically, and the golden light in the depths of her pupils grew larger and larger. She desperately used Thunderbolt, the square was flashing with lightning, but the sword moved forward without hesitation, and still broke through many obstacles and came to her. Orates screamed and rolled to one side. The dark gold blade crossed with it, leaving a line of blood on her arm.

Orates gritted her teeth and swiped her backhand, and the whip of thunder passed by where Brando was, but Brando disappeared first, still flashing his sword. Orates retreated with fear in her heart. She was not afraid of the sword flash, but the existential power had already frightened her to death.

All she wanted to do was leave this place, but suddenly, there was an unprecedented throbbing in her heart, and the alarm bells sounded.

Orates immediately turned around sharply and was shocked to see a similarly long and narrow sword light.

"This is impossible--!"

Orates felt like she was going crazy. How could there be such swordsmanship in this world?

In the eyes of others, it was a sword cast by Brando's afterimage, which also spanned space and was also a flash sword. It looked extremely weird and illogical - but the afterimage did not make sense to Orates. Suddenly it flashed and Orates threw herself forward with almost all her strength, falling on the ground without any image. He rolled to avoid the sword.

But it left a wound on his lower abdomen.

She gritted her teeth and pressed her lower abdomen, but Brando himself had appeared behind him again, slashing at him with a sword. Orates was so frightened that she subconsciously stretched out her hand to block it, and three fingers flew up. She screamed in pain and hugged her hands.

However, Brando himself disappeared once again. Where he had flashed before, there was an afterimage of Frostsinger Xinna, who was raising her hand.

"No!" Orates's cry 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.

When the main body flashes, the illusion appears, and every attack is broken into two. Space flickers and phantoms filled this small area at the same time. In an instant, Brando's shadow beside Orates flashed at least seven times in a row.

It was the storm of the sword blade, it was the Flashing Sword, but it was also the Wind Queen Jiuyao.

Orates lowered her head dully and looked at the sword wound on her chest, where silver blood was flowing out——

Brando stopped in front of her, the tip of the sword in his hand pointing directly at her neck, a chill passing through the blade, making the Storm Queen shiver.

Brando was silent.

But the results speak for themselves. After entering the realm of saints, this was the first time he combined two supreme swordsmanships, and the power generated was not beyond his expectations.

It was the life-long efforts of the two sages and the supreme inheritance of the Dragon Clan. In front of these existences, a mere Storm Queen Orates was nothing at all.

But at this moment, Brando's heart was filled with fighting spirit.

In the distance, Huang Huo clenched his fists in excitement, his eyes returned to the dark jade-like color, and his eyes shone brightly. This was the first time she saw her teacher perform such swordsmanship in front of her.

Brando silently looked at the sword in his hand, pressed against Orates's white neck.

At this moment, many things flashed through his mind. The absurd, simple, and innocent vows in the past, the heavy sense of responsibility, and the tears of joy and regret all turned into two simple words - memories. The responsibility for Eruin has ended here, and the only thing left is the lingering guilt. After all, he has disappointed someone who trusted him.

That sincere, idealistic young man, he originally thought that time would make the knight of Lantonilan mature, but time played a joke on him again. Perhaps this is Martha's special protection for Eco. This young man fell twice in the most glorious years of his life, and did not even have time to see clearly the most essential ugliness in the world.

Some things are destined to be engraved on monuments, but idealists should become an annotation of history, allowing people to see the noble flashes outside reality. Although they are fragile, they actually exist, even more than strength and Power is more easily transformed into something eternal.

This is civilization’s pursuit of beauty.

But even so, Brando will never allow the black hands who are behind the conspiracy to go unpunished. They sacrifice their ideals, and he will let them disappear.

Since you believe in power.

Then let you see the real power in this world.

Orates suddenly understood something and laughed miserably: "I understand, you are an ancestor..."

Brando's hand is about to be handed forward.

"Mr. Brando, wait!" Before Solomon could stop him, Time Lord Adjani took a step forward and opened the magic circle in her hand - the Buga people had already paid a heavy price. Do they have to kill Taraki? Is the inheritance with the Storm Wizard also completely destroyed?

She finally made up her mind not to allow it.

But Brando didn't even look back.

Rectangular silver lines and tens of millions of silver cubes flashed again, like a wall spanning heaven and earth, standing in front of the seven Buga wizard leaders. The silver network swept forward, and except for Solomon, everyone else found that they could not move. Adjani screamed and found that the magic circle in her hand was disintegrating, and she could not help but show a look of shock on her face.

Orateth's body fell heavily to the ground, her empty eyes staring straight at the sky. She might not have figured out until her death why the Sasardians had reached this point.

In the charred palace.

The silver-robed wizards of the Buga people are counting their losses everywhere. Although the Thassard Alliance has been declared dead, the inheritance of the red and blue wizards has not been destroyed, and Brando cannot kill everyone indiscriminately—— So what is the difference between him and these people?

Of course, the guilty will never escape justice.

What did not surprise him was that the leader of the Sasard people, the red-robed wizard king Helyanov, had already left Lataki with his omniscient eyes.

Brando had actually known this for a long time. When he opened the Tiamat law network for the first time, he had already scanned the entire Lataki, but there was no trace of Kuryanov.

The irony is that no one in Thassard knows this, and the Storm Queen Orathus may not understand until her death that she is actually an abandoned child.

But only such a heartless and righteous person can drop everything and collude with the Dragon of Twilight.

Brando walked aimlessly in the palace.

But a man blocked his way. He was a tall wizard - few Buga people were as tall as this man. He had dark skin, white shorts, and his exposed skin was covered with black marks. Secret pattern.

Although his eyes were also the silver color of the Buga people, what was very different from ordinary people was that this man's eyes had no pupils, only a silvery white like the ocean.

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

King of Wizards, Solomon.

"Mr. Brando." Although all the rumors about the wizard king depict his supreme majesty, Solomon's own voice is unexpectedly gentle and gentle, making people feel close to him as soon as he hears it.

Brando raised his head and frowned.

"Please don't get me wrong," Solomon said, "I'm not here because of what happened before."

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

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

"It is not a complete entity, but at least it is a manifestation of the power of existence."

"So you've seen the Throne of Finality, right?"

Brando shook his head, knowing that the descendants of Alducci scholars knew more or less some secrets, and replied: "I have only seen the phantom of the Throne of Finality in the Stagnation Realm, but it is not there."

"But you already knew that."

After Brando was silent for a moment, he nodded silently: "The Throne of Finality is the final authority of the Tiamat Law."

"Yes, authority is power," the wizard king said seriously: "That's why Martha's people have been confused for a long time, and why there are so many divisions between the Parliament of Truth and the Ring of the World."

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

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

Brando lowered his eyelids silently.

Mortals draw power from the network called Tiamat. The magic they think, the elements and truth they think all come from here, and behind all appearances of illusion, it is actually just a struggle for authority.

Have mortals really become powerful?

Even sages have emerged among them.

But over thousands of years, Tiamat's power itself has not grown at all, and the authority it can allocate is ultimately limited——

But even if we reach the top, what will happen?

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

"Actually, the Buga people have understood this a long time ago," Solomon continued: "But Tiamat is our last resort after all. If we lose this, we will not even have a chance to come back again."

"Reincarnation again and again," Brando replied softly: "When will it end?"

"Maybe this time," Solomon turned around and looked outside the palace. In the distance, the armies of Jiufeng and the Buga people were converging: "The Dragon of Dusk has come to our world, even at the cost of The price of putting yourself in danger is to seize Tiamat's supreme authority——"

The wizard king didn't say it too clearly in the following words, but the meaning was already very obvious.

If it succeeds, we will have no future.

"So we have to make a desperate move." He looked back at Brando, his silver eyes filled with indifference: "You are the one chosen by Martha. Mr. Brando, can you answer my question?"

"Is there still a chance?"

After hearing this question, Brando just walked forward silently. In front of him was the gate of the palace.

The sunlight spread across the unclear boundary between light and dark, and Brando raised his head and stared at the blue sky of Lataki. Is there still a chance? There was something in that slim hope that was waiting for him to decide, like a hidden responsibility. He vaguely understood what Martha's expectant eyes meant when she looked at him.

But he nodded anyway.

"still have a chance."

Then walked out.

Solomon looked at the young man's back silently.

Perhaps an era is over.

And when will the new era begin?

…

"teacher."

Huanghuo stood quietly at the foot of the steps. She didn't jump for joy because she was happy like most little girls of this age - but it could still be seen that her heart was full of joy at the moment, and that joy seemed to come from those pair of The talking eyes shine.

However, because he was as reserved as ever, Huang Huo only blinked quietly.

For this outstanding student, Brando felt warm in his heart and smiled slightly.

"Teacher's swordsmanship is still as enviable as ever." Huang Huo said sincerely.

"You're not bad, you practice very quickly." Brando stopped and said to her.

"But compared with the teacher, it's still far behind."

Brando laughed: "Don't worry, you will get over me one day."

"Really?"

Brando nodded seriously. He was definitely not exaggerating.

Huanghuo's dark eyes flashed with anticipation. One day, she could also protect her teacher.

The two of them walked down the steps. Huanghuo took the sword from Brando's hand. Holding the sword, he felt one step behind and kept his duty as a student. She raised her head and stared at Brando's back, her eyes filled with reverence.

In the distance is the city of Lataki, which was in a state of depression after the war. The residents of the city are not only Sasards, but also many Bansiyas.

Many people lost their family members in the war.

The cry carried far away in the wind.

However, few people will understand the meaning of everything that happens today——

In the future, during the Wizarding War that lasted for nearly sixty years, people lost more. Lataki was also reduced to ashes by a spell attack in the year of Lin Xiao, and not a single person survived.

But the demise of the Thassard Alliance announced the early end of the Wizarding War.

This is not just Eruin's revenge for a kingdom - more importantly, the mortals have united together in advance. The armies of Buga and Jiufeng will further annihilate the centaur clans on the Great Plains who have taken refuge with Thassard and the Dragon of Dusk. After the loss of the tree herders in Cruz's battle, the other side of Dragon of Dusk is With a helping hand, the power of all things to unite will also suffer a heavy blow.

This war can at least declare that the threat from behind the civilized world has come to an end, and people can finally be free to deal with the real threat from the Twilight Dragon.

But Brando didn't feel relaxed.

Since the demise of the Sasard people can be predicted, then the Dusk Dragon abandoned two important chess pieces in Cruz and St. Osol, just to create a disaster in the White Mountains and civil strife in Eruin?

No, that's obviously not enough.

…

William Pist held up the staff that emitted light in his hand and carefully walked through a dark hall.

The footsteps rustled in the silence, and it seemed that this was the only sound left in the deep space. He carefully observed the situation of the hall, with a solemn look on his face.

At the edge where the light can reach, tiny insects are escaping into the gaps in the wall, leaving only empty spider webs; the hall is full of dust, debris is scattered on the ground, and there is a sense of life in the air. The musty smell that people should keep away from.

But suddenly he stopped.

The light of magic illuminated the steps in front of him. Looking up the steps, he saw a skeleton in a black robe covered with cobwebs sitting on the gray throne. The skeleton was wearing a crown, with one hand still supporting its chin, sitting crookedly on the throne, but the former light had long gone in the dark eye sockets.

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

He took a step back with a pale face.

"This is impossible……"

The Priory, the school of silver wizards that is best at necromancy and array magic.

At the same time, they are also the most unique group among the three-color wizards of the Buga people. These powerful black-robed wizards are not keen on fighting for power on the continent. On the contrary, they have been at the forefront of the fight against Chaos for seven centuries.

They are also the biggest rivals of the Silver Serpent and the Tree Shepherd.

Ever since the leader of the monastery, the black-robed wizard Youki, parked this floating city on top of 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 ever returned to the mainland. Unexpectedly, their ending would be like this——

William Pist recognized the crown.

That was Yuki's kingly crown.

Countless rustling sounds suddenly came from the darkness. The wizard leader turned around suddenly, and the staff on the ground naturally flew into his hand. He put the light forward, and suddenly an appearance was illuminated in the shadow of the hall. Hideous creatures.

demon.

In fact, William had recognized the person.

It was a tall monster standing among a group of lemures. It grinned and smiled silently at him: "William Pist, I didn't expect that the one we are waiting for here is you. This is really a surprise. "

"King of the Neng clan, Cyril, you have actually woken up?"

The monster sneered twice: "It's only a few hundred years earlier than you expected."

The old wizard's expression suddenly changed.

…

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