The Amber Sword - 1295. Chapter 1295

Instalong shook: “This is a decisive battle… The empire has invested so much force in the south, but His Majesty has never told us…”

“what does she say?”

“There are at least one-third of the empire’s military strength here,” Instaron clenched his fists and let out a low growl: “If these legions are gathered together, how about Faenza and Cruz?”

“Look there.” Targus stepped up and said, pointing in one direction.

“Dead Moon Flag,” the future star of Ma Da felt the sky spinning: “Your Majesty the Emperor!”

Brando pressed his lips tightly, this was undoubtedly a decisive battle, and at the moment Eruin’s greatest enemy, the Dead Moon Empire, was about to lose in this battle; but he could not feel a trace of joy in his heart. Feeling deep fear, he looked at the ocean shining with purple light in his eyes, watching the Saumur crystals falling from the clouds, and his heart was cold.

This is the war between the undead and the crystal cluster?

The scale of this war has surpassed the battle of the slanted forest in later generations, and the West Fah war in the year of the spark. Only his battle in the Alkhash Mountains before crossing can be comparable to it.

But the dead-moon empire, so powerful as if it was unrivaled, was undisputedly defeated in such a vital war. In his eyes, the flag representing the legion’s name was disappearing in the ocean.

That represents not only the defeat of the undead, but also the petals of the black rose of Bromantra. If Madara loses one-third of his military power here, it is still unknown whether the empire can be maintained.

Not to mention that the crystal clusters will stop their marching northward because of this?

It’s hard to say–

What is going on here?

Brando couldn’t help asking himself, he didn’t know if the Dead Moon Empire also experienced such a tragic war in the southern border in the previous life. Because at that time, the southern part of the Dead Moon Sea was a restricted area for players, and his Majesty the Emperor explicitly prohibited any nobles from the north from entering the south, and players naturally did the same.

No one knows whether the war in the southern part of the empire was fierce or moderate, whether it was a local conflict or a full-scale battle. Brando also does not remember whether the emperor was in the realm of eternal death when the Black Rose War broke out. Ruin’s sorrow, the war in Eruin, did not even attract the attention of the imperial emperor.

“This is the war between Order World and Twilight, Brando, no one can stay out of it.”

Bai Wu jumped down from Medissa’s shoulder and fell to his feet, watching this scene.

Brando turned his head and found that everyone seemed to have been enchanted, staring blankly at this scene. Some of them came from the nine phoenixes, behind a powerful empire, and some came from Rubik, the desert kingdom. Although it was not as brilliant as Cruz and Madara, it was also inherited for a long time.

There are also some from his territory, from the small country of Eruin. Except for Metisa, most people have never seen such a magnificent war in their lives. Although Delphine has witnessed the Empire and Hazel. The formation of the army in the battle of the gray hills.

But that battle took place in the Gray-clothed Valley, and the battlefield was less than ten kilometers wide. Compared with the current battle, it was like a kid’s play. Even if it was Frank, the battle was reflected in his eyes, and his heart was surging.

The holy war sixty years ago seemed to reappear before his eyes.

The strength of the Dead Moon Empire surpassed everyone’s expectations. The eight large-scale legions almost made the Cruz people embarrassed, not to mention that this was only one-third of all its power. For various reasons, almost never gathered their full strength.

The dark lords are fighting with each other, if it were not for the appearance of the mercury rod, this extremely powerful and rare country would almost have been in endless obscurity in internal consumption.

But there is no one who is in it, always indulging in the glory of the empire, such as Delphine, such as Frank, have never thought that outside the human world, there is no less than the Big Four The power of the temple.

That is the black rose of Bromanto.

Except Brando, no one knows this secret, not because they can’t understand it, but because arrogance and arrogance blinded most people.

But right now, this powerful enemy is being crushed by an army that is completely unfamiliar to this world. Its enemies seem to have no wisdom, they only know how to swarm forward and swallow everything, and then the Dead Moon Empire will be defeated.

The defeat was utterly complete.

Everyone heard the sound of something being broken. It was the countdown to the destruction of the original order and the destruction of the disorder and chaos of the civilized world.

Adeni seemed to have thought of something, her face pale.

Instaron and Targus said nothing, the former still clenched his fists.

Huang Huo bit his lower lip, and Mr. Liu also looked solemn.

Brando looked serious and contemplative.

But at this time, several light spots flashed across the horizon, and several interlaced golden lines stretched out from there, and instantly penetrated the entire battlefield.

Leviathan right above the clouds.

When Brando raised his head in astonishment, the dazzling fire light had exploded in the middle of the battlefield.

It was a flare brighter than the sun. Several roaring fireballs burned in the sky of the battlefield. The dazzling light dimmed the light on the entire battlefield, as if it had changed from day to night in an instant.

But the vision only appeared for a moment.

The mushroom cloud has risen with countless smoke and dust. The shock wave pushed the dust cloud and rushed into the woods with a brush. Then, tons of dust and debris swept across.

Brando reacted very quickly. He stretched out his hand and pushed forward and opened a net of the law of space, blocking all dust and air waves from the outside, but even so, the mask was still bent with a terrible extent, and it was affected. The impact is far greater than the previous impact of the crystal cluster on it.

“What’s the matter?” someone shouted amidst the roar of the explosion.

But the noisy voice drowned his questions, and at the same time drowned other people’s answers.

But this thought flashed through Brando’s mind: Is there a third party on the battlefield?

Is it Madara’s reserve force, or the undead’s ally?

He looked back at Instaron, but the latter was as blank as Targus’s face, and they had never seen such an offensive and method.

Is this magic?

Brando always felt a little familiar. He wondered if the Buga would participate in the war. For the Silver People, this was quite possible, because after all, their opponent was the Twilight Dragon.

The smoke dissipated quickly.

Immediately someone screamed: “Look over there!”

Brando looked in that direction, and saw clouds and mist on the horizon, and a piece of white mist as high as several tens of meters rose. In the mist, there seemed to be thousands of troops gathering.

That is the nameless.

The direction they are in…

Brando’s heart tightened slightly. He saw rows of unnamed knights in the mist, armed with long spears, wearing armor, and riding horses made of mist, coming out from the depths of the mist:

They are in line.

The knights of the unnamed were expressionless and silent. An unnamed knight with a cloak and a crown of laurels on his head passed in front of the left and right knights. The sun’s rays.

“That’s Xianjun Eke…” Frank shouted suddenly in shock.

Brando can see it too.

That is the Lionheart Sacred Sword.

That scene seemed to overlap with each other a thousand years ago.

On the plain, the flag was shining, the knights wearing long helmets and holding spears, they lined up with each other, facing the heavy cavalry of the Cruz people.

The man yelled to them in front of them:

“Eruin, my knights, are you scared?”

There is only one answer.

…

“They are here again, Your Majesty.”

A pale and slender hand slowly lowered the long staff flowing with silver light, she looked at the battlefield and said nothing.

“That is our hero who has fallen asleep in the long river of history. The sages are long gone, but they still shelter us, Isaac, do you still think that this war is only for us to face?”

“But I don’t understand, Your Majesty, who are they?”

The Supreme One holding a mercury rod slightly opened his mouth, and said the name in an almost inaudible voice:

“Earth Legion.”

A line of pale knights are pacing out of the clouds and the spears held high are like a forest, and the tip of the spear gleams with dazzling light. In the memory of them sleeping forever a thousand years ago, the only answer lingers in their minds like ghosts. within.

What is the answer?

The horses began to accelerate and trot on the battlefield. The knights held their heads up and their guns were placed in rows.

A white wave appeared on the battlefield. They were rushing, and they were engulfing thousands of horses. These knights had vague faces and illusory bodies. Each face represented a profound memory during their lifetime. In the past, The present and the future are intertwined in their eyes.

They have no name, they have lost their nationality, and they no longer belong to any nation or race. Everything they lived before, along with their past, seems to have passed away with smoke.

And everything else.

It exists only for this answer.

The defeated left wing of the undead stopped for an instant, and a blade exuding pale cold light appeared on the battlefield. It swept across the broad ground and cut diagonally into the purple ocean.

Crashed into it.

Brando looked back at that moment.

“We are also in the war.”

“My lord, what did you say?” Medissa asked in surprise.

“Madala cannot lose this war,” Brando said to Medissa: “Like the decisive battle that humans cannot lose on the Great Plains, Odin gave us a choice, and now we have to Give him an answer.”

This answer has been waiting for a thousand years.

It was a long time.

But the four sages finally returned everything to the hands of those who should decide it. At that moment, Brando suddenly understood the meaning of the Holy One.

IX: THEHERMIT

The rusty clockwork is being restored.

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