Act 90 Redemption V

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The black knight ran like a dark storm in the forest, but it was strangely silent. The hooves of the dead horse fell on the grass, as if floating in the air, leaving only the blue souls floating up and down with their bodies. fire.

Brando stared at the blades in their hands.

"You can't escape." Brando heard Viscount Cardel's duck-like voice screaming hysterically: "You know what choice you should make. You are a smart man. Are you going to abandon everything in your reality?" The person you love, and the person who loves you, just to stay in this illusory dream."

"I know you understand what is true. You are a strong person, not a weak guy. You have to learn to make choices."

"You are no longer a willful boy, you understand your responsibilities"

"Shut up, the loser has no right to hold me accountable." Brando flashed, and activated his charging skills, causing him to hit a black knight head-on like a rhinoceros. The black knight didn't react at all. These weak humans dared to attack. The soul fire in its eyes burned fiercely, but to no avail. Brando had already put one hand on his steel mask and removed it from the battle. Drag it down immediately.

With a loud bang, the black knight was pulled off the horse and fell to the ground.

Brando dodged and landed behind them. The black knights were shocked, and then turned their mounts again and surrounded Brando. Brando raised his head and observed the situation around him. It was a pity that he saw the black knight who fell off his horse and got up again with his helmet intact. The power of the Silver Peak was still too weak, but it just caught the opponent off guard. If He still has the power of the elemental level, and he should have smashed the Black Knight into a thin discus with just that one blow.

Brando immediately raised the Earth Sword and shouted to Haruze, who was not far away: "Haruze, take your sister, you know which way to go."

Haruze stayed there for a while. He looked at Brando blankly and shook his head desperately: "Teacher, what about you?"

"I'll be there soon." Brando replied confidently.

"But"

"Stop talking nonsense, this is an order, get out of here!" Brando roared angrily.

The little prince trembled with fright, but before he could speak, Her Royal Highness the Princess grabbed his hand. Princess Griffin glanced in the direction of Brando and ordered the knights beside her: "Go and help him, and make sure he survives."

The two knights beside her nodded immediately,

He drew his sword and rushed over here.

But Brando glanced at the two knights and shook his head, not counting on it at all. He raised his hand and gestured to the black knights, shouting: "Idiot, let me see if your emperor's mercury staff is really that powerful."

High-level undead also possess wisdom, and naturally they cannot accept the insults of these humans to their supreme emperor. The eyes of several black knights brightened slightly, and they immediately attacked Brando. When Brando saw that he had successfully seduced him, he immediately turned around and ran away. Just kidding, even though he said it categorically, he was not crazy enough to challenge seven or eight black knights with the peak strength of Silver.

He rushed to the woods in the courtyard, because he remembered that there was a road leading to the main hall, where he might be able to escape these terrible creatures.

The premise is that you can enter the forest

Princess Griffin pulled her sister forward. Haruze held the skirt with one hand and looked back worriedly from time to time in the direction Brando left. He still remembered in his heart that this was a dream. Since the teacher brought him here, the two of them should leave together. How could he leave him alone?

He thought in a panic.

It was at this time that Princess Griffin in front suddenly stopped. The eldest princess frowned and looked at the kitchen not far away leading to the side entrance of the castle. But unlike in her memory, the kitchen door was closed tightly. She was stunned. Once, he pulled out the dagger from under his skirt and struck the lock twice with force. Unfortunately, the magic lock in the palace could not be opened by brute force, and it was in vain except leaving two shallow scratches.

"Sister, let me try." Haruze then noticed his sister's movements. He glanced at the door, lifted up his skirt with both hands, and then slammed into the wooden door.

But what the little prince never dreamed of was that just before he hit the door, the door opened on its own with a creak. He missed it and almost flew straight into the house. Fortunately, a pair of hands stretched out from behind the door to hold him firmly. He looked up and saw a familiar face.

"Nibububai, Ms. Baijia." Haruze was slightly startled. After thinking for a while, he remembered the name of the witch he had seen outside the gate of Jinteng Palace.

But Bai Jia raised her finger to her lips, made a silent gesture to him, and said with a straight face: "Take Her Royal Highness to hide here, and wait for me here."

Haruze was stunned for a moment and looked at the other party in disbelief: "No, you are Sister Nimesis."

Nymesis glanced at him, shook her head at him, then drew her sword and rushed out of the door. Haruze was left standing blankly by the door, watching the female knight's back disappear into the night.

Brando just staged a victory escape.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. He finally got rid of those black knights, but the script didn't go as he imagined. He had just entered the aisle leading to the side hall when he bumped into a walker. Come clank clang armor.

Yes, it was a suit of armor, all pitch black, as if it was a simple style from the era of the Saint's War, but there was no wearer inside the armor, but a ball of blue flame burning.

The Cursed Armor is actually a ghost and a type of undead. This kind of terrifying undead did not appear on the battlefield for the first time until the Second Black Rose War, and it naturally appeared in this dream. It is more powerful than the Black Knight and is not restricted in tight terrain.

In fact, it was more flexible than Brando imagined, and he didn't know if Viscount Cardel was causing trouble. Brando saw the thing scurrying back and forth on the ceiling, chasing it almost faster than him.

And when he raised his head again, he found with some despair that there was a dead end with a tightly closed door in front of him.

"You know?" As if aware of Brando's situation, Kader's voice was a bit joking. He talked in the former's heart: "Sometimes you may not succeed if you put in hard work. What you gain is nothing but boundless." Just frustrated.”

"People like you always think that problems can be solved easily. How can you deny the efforts of others with a simple choice?"

"I have tried hard, but all I got was failure."

"And you, too"

"Kadel," Brando replied. The sound of the cursed armor running behind him was getting closer and closer. He could almost smell the unique rancid smell of the soul element. "This has nothing to do with success or failure."

"What does that have to do with? Your power can't change any outcome."

"No, there's one thing I have that you don't."

"What is that?" Viscount Cardel was slightly startled.

It was as if the whole world stopped with his thoughts.

Brando raised his head, he was only ten meters away from the door.

"courage."

Brando raised the Sword of the Earth and hit the wooden door with his head. There was a loud crash and the wooden door suddenly shattered into pieces. Brando rolled into the room behind him. His arms were covered with countless wooden thorns, and he gritted his teeth in pain.

"besides"

Brando saw a hand appearing in front of him. He was slightly startled, a little surprised, but also somewhat understanding. He stretched out his hand to hold it, and the force that responded to it was so familiar. They had fought side by side thousands of times, and they condensed into one word:

companion.

Brando raised his head and saw the face that was gradually becoming clearer. He smiled gracefully. The girl showed her snow-white teeth, carrying a giant sword, and looked at him teasingly: "You're quite late, Sophie. "

"black tea."

"You came from the direction of Jinteng Palace, right? Why are you so late?"

"There are too many undead."

Brando almost blurted it out. This conversation was so familiar, almost exactly the same as in his memory. He closed his eyes, almost feeling like crying. When he opened his eyes again, he saw figures appearing one after another behind Hongcha, wizards, warriors, nightingales, the faces of those players, every one of them was so familiar, and they smiled at him, which was the relief between comrades.

"I think so. Everyone is heading to the side hall to prepare to defend against the last wave of undead attacks. All members of the Crimson Travelers and that guy Redes' brigade are here."

"We are in charge of the rear here, Sophie. Senior sister is waiting for you at the palace."

Listening to these familiar words, Brando felt as if everything had returned to that war. He saw figures appearing one after another behind Hongcha, wizards, warriors, and nightingales. The faces of those players were all so familiar. They smiled at him, which was a sign of relief among comrades.

“Leave it to us”

"Keep going, Sophie."

Brando stopped, and he could feel Viscount Cardel's emotions trembling in his heart. He knew what he was afraid of, and he walked forward through the black tea, through everyone else, and everyone made way for Brando.

"There will be no Eruin after this battle, but at least we will let its sword shine for the last time." Someone shouted.

"For Eruin" the players raised their swords and responded in unison.

Brando passed each of them until a voice came:

"Sophie."

Brando was startled for a moment. He turned around, and all the scenery behind him seemed to disappear, but only the scene of the players fighting was left. Hongcha looked at him, raised her sword and gestured to him: "Forget us, Sophie."

"No," she suddenly stopped and changed her words: "Brando."

Brando remained silent, knowing that this was the feeling in his heart: "Why?"

"Because if you want to move further forward, if you always look back, you will slow down."

Brando didn't answer this time. He turned around and the corridor in front seemed to extend in an infinite direction. He didn't answer Black Tea's question, because it was like asking himself a question, and he already had the answer in his mind.

"This is your answer." Viscount Cardel's voice shouted angrily in Brando's heart: "You are stubborn, you know you have chosen the wrong path, you think you are defying fate, you are just escaping from reality."

Brando walked forward and replied in his heart: "Viscount Cardel, everyone has experienced failure. But only courage and trust, you will never understand. Because you gave up on them at the beginning."

"No"

Viscount Caddell let out a scream.

Its figure seemed to materialize in front of Brando. The white ghost became extremely huge in an instant. Its lower body was shattered, and its upper body was covered with slow shackles. It was speechless, leaving only a pair of cold eyes.

"You can't save him, you can't save yourself, you can't save anyone else." The monster transformed from Viscount Cardel's ghost howled and slapped Brando with a claw.

But Brando seemed to have expected it. He stepped back and let the five sharp and long claws swing past his chest.

He immediately felt the power return to his body, allowing him to regain the strength of the element level. He raised his head and looked at the huge transformed ghost of Viscount Cardel in front of him, knowing that he had grasped the key to the entire mission.

The terrifying monster at the moment is the aggregation of negative emotions in Viscount Cardel's heart. According to the guide, it is also the last boss in this dream.

Compared with the dream itself, this so-called monster is actually the best part to deal with.

They are just elites at the peak golden stage.

Brando could even raise his head calmly, stare at the deformed monster, and sneer: "Is this the jealousy and regret trapped in your heart? Your long-term self-evasion has only created a weak monster."

"You can't stop me, because no one can stop the determination of people's hearts."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other person had disappeared. What remained in Kader's distorted vision was an icy sword blade, which was so fast that it was even one step ahead of the lightning of thought.

The monster only had time to raise its head, and then the movement froze there, and finally turned into a long wailing.

Then there was a loud bang, and Viscount Cardel's twisted soul seemed to disappear into thin air, and all the shackles on his body fell to the ground.

Brando put away his sword. He looked back and saw a silver item shining in the shackles. It should be the drop of this mission. Brando stretched out his hand in that direction, and the thing immediately entered his dimensional hole.

He didn't have time to take a closer look, because the entire dream had been violently turbulent with the death of Viscount Cardel. This dream world is about to collapse.