Brando slowly withdrew his sword, giving people the feeling that he was not fighting on the battlefield, but like a returning swordsman carefully sealing his beloved saber in the dust, he and Rovac staggered, slowly moving forward, each step forward, there was a phantom overlapping with him, each phantom seemed to perform a different kind of swordsmanship, Eruin's military swordsmanship, with the coldness and ruthlessness of Madara's swordsmanship, and sometimes it seemed to be the great opening and closing of the Faenzan, the sword of the white night of the knight of Greysius, Sometimes it was the Cruz swordsmanship, the quaint and pure chivalric swordsmanship, but Rovac did not see any of them.

The simplest sword that struck him was the one he thought he had avoided, the sword that slashed heavily under his breastplate, blood pouring out, his water element had already been shattered before it could even play any role, and at the last moment he saw countless silver lines of law slash in front of him with the opponent's slow sword retraction, carrying countless fragments of armor, like countless shining spots of light, scattered to dust.

Rovac opened his mouth, as if to shout this sentence from his chest: "The superlative element,...... Sword of Space! But he didn't make a sound, got to his knees, and fell heavily to the ground.

Brando swept the blood from his sword, turning it into countless rose-red beads and flying into a crescent moon, the smoke and dust on the rubble were dissipating, he seemed to be walking on a cloud of smoke, the hem of the earl's coat fluttered with the cold wind between the mountains, he looked up, and the distance from the Imperial Earth Dragon Knights was just a city gate passage. The Imperial Knights were forming a formation, the horns whining, as if shouting a strange order, and the Earth Dragon Knights in the front row began to slowly move forward. The ground shook slightly, spears marched like forests, flags floated like fiery seas, silver armor rose and fell, and Brando heard their commands. Then the spears were lined up in a row, forming a bundle of intersecting lines pointing at him.

The knights galloped.

The undulating spear resembles a black wave.

However, at that moment, Brando's mind was thinking of Akane, and he looked at the knights silently, as if a voice in his heart replied - Hear, Akane, whatever the Empress tells you, this will be the answer of the fir lord. Brando gradually picked up the pace. And the knights also began to enter the sprint phase, the two sides staggered in an instant, but it was as if an invisible force automatically separated the Imperial knights from it, and Brando passed through it, and every time he took a step forward, he left an afterimage behind him, and each afterimage raised his sword to hold the spear in the hand of one of the knights, and then threw one of the knights out with the dragon.

He took ten steps forward. The Order's frontal arrows have completely collapsed.

The knights stumbled and fell into disarray.

"So this ...... This is the ...... of the Sword Master" The Duke's daughter looked at this qiē dumbfounded, only to feel that the usual worldview in her mind had been completely subverted at this moment. The head was full of chattering and buzzing sounds, but when it came to his lips, he couldn't say a word. Things seemed to have developed completely beyond her expectations from the beginning, she didn't know what Brando wanted to do, it wasn't like it was just to gamble, or to be young and vigorous, the other party did this qiē was obviously premeditated, but her thoughts couldn't guess why the other party did it.

Is it for a subordinate who has been kidnapped by the Empire? No. She hadn't considered that possibility at all, unless he was a real madman.

But unfortunately, the most incredible one of the assumptions she finds may be the closest to the truth.

And beside him, the bulbous gentleman had long been frightened stupid. Directly collapsed on the ground.

The little princess of Grand Duke Goran Elson clung to her nurse's hand and asked in fear: "Mother Elsa, is he provoking a war?" ”

The young nurse's face was pale, and she couldn't say a word.

It seemed to her that it was clearly already a war.

The Gray Sword Saint Mephistopheles once defeated a thousand in Orel with one sword, which made the imperial people completely frightened, and even the emperor had to send two major knights and three sword saints to encircle and suppress it, but even so, he still left unharmed.

But what Brando is doing at this moment is just the same thing, the attack power of the Elemental level powerhouse on the battlefield is unmatched, although it is still impossible to fight against the real legion with the strength of one person, but a hundred Earth Dragon Knights is not too much of a problem for him. After the first wave of attacks was frustrated, the Imperial Knights immediately began to adjust their tactics, trying to surround him, relying on the superiority of numbers to suppress his space as much as possible, which was usually the most effective means against elemental powerhouses.

But that's just in general.

Brando took the last step forward, this step seemed to cross the distance in the usual sense, one hundred meters, as if his back feet had just left the ground, and the front feet had already come to the farthest corner of the knights' circle, the dragon knight did not react at all, and saw that the space in front of him flashed slightly, and a dazzling silver bloom had swayed out of it. Then he flew out of the back of the earth-walking dragon with the saddle.

Brando's sword came out, and the afterimage did not disappear, but the person had already appeared in another direction, and then there was another silver flower, and a knight flew out diagonally.

As if in an instant, more than a dozen Brandos appeared in the gradually shrinking encirclement of the knights at the same time.

The afterimages appeared in turn, then disappeared in turn, and finally only one remained, and Brando stood alone in the encirclement of the Imperial knights, with him as the center, and there was no knight on all the earthly dragons, and farther away, the Imperial knights on the periphery were already frightened.

It's not like they've never seen a Juggernaut before.

There are many sword saints in the empire, there are two sword saints in the four legions, and there are also seven sword saints in the temple, not including those sword saints scattered in foreign legends, a century ago, the empire had two extreme sword saints who have now become legends, but among the sword saints they know, there has never been one who has such strange swordsmanship. Brando flicked the dust off the sleeves of his black woolen coat and looked up at the knights who surrounded him. I thought that my performance should not be bad, but it was far from enough.

He had to fight to become famous, so that everyone would not dare to ignore his existence, and that the Cruz people would understand that he was the grandson of Darus and the heir to the marshal of the coalition forces. And the Eruin, who are also an indispensable force for jihad, he trusts that the Silver Queen will take this into account.

He raised his left hand, and Bahamut's blessing glittered silver in the sun.

But countless silver threads of law had risen from Brando's side, and they were intertwined, like a silver web, which instantly spread to the entire urn city, and wherever it passed, it was like an invisible shockwave sweeping through the entire Knights; Brando gently shook his hand, and the entire Earth Dragon Knights. All the hundreds of knights of the Silver Rank immediately rose from the ground, as if under the influence of the anti-gravity spell, they screamed in horror and struggled, but to no avail, Brando gently pushed them, and all the knights and the Earth Walking Dragon were separated together, as if they had been disordered by a magical hand and then reorganized. The center of the square was instantly empty, and the knights and dragons were fixed in mid-air in all directions.

There was only one person left in front of Brando.

A lady. With a wrinkled face, dressed in the red robe of the Empire, holding a long sword, and a layer of fiery red law lines floating around him, he looked at him quietly.

"Ms. Vanna." Brando greeted politely as if she had expected her to be here.

"I know you." The female swordsman replied in a tone full of vicissitudes: "You are the grandson of the sword saint Dalus. If you're going to be your grandfather, why bother with that, if you go your own way, you're going to get a lot of innocent people into the war, you know? The Reich could not tolerate such a provocation. ”

Brando, looking at this older lady, in the Holy War, she had served as her grandfather's lieutenant, and among the three sword saints of the Black Sword Barrier, she was the oldest and the most powerful. Her name was White Shadow, but she was the strongest of the Golden Flame Sword Saints, but he shook his head anyway.

"The feud between my grandfather and the Empire, if necessary, will be resolved," he replied slowly, "but this lesson today is only to educate some arrogant people in the Empire, the doctrine of the Temple of Fire has never written who is superior to whom, there may have been such an empire in history, but I have to ask you a question, Lady Vanna, where are the Miner people today?" What did the Gilt the Great and the Three Sages fight for? ”

Vana looked at him, as if unmoved by words, she only shook her head: "For this you are going to start a war so that people can face up to the Eruin?" Mr. Earl, such an honor is meaningless to those soldiers who died in battle, I think you should understand this, Jiufeng ancient saying: For the superior, do not be angry and raise troops. ”

"There is no war here, Ms. Vanna." Brando replied.

"Are you making a fool of yourself?"

"There's only one argument here, Ms. Vanna. Since you Cruz people don't think that Eruin is worthy of respect from you, then I will use my strength to correct your opinion, there are people in history who have treated my grandfather like this, guess who? Brando replied.

Fanna's face changed slightly: "Crow Principality, you mean-"

Brando interrupted her, "I'm glad you remember this, Lady Vanna, and I'm here to answer your question again - I'm the head of the Eruin Legations, and I fight for the glory of my kingdom and my guards, and this rule is sacred and inviolable in the ancient books of the Templars, and since you Cruz have challenged the glory of my guards, just as the guards of the Duchy of Crows challenged my grandfather, then you should be ready, right?" ”

"Wait, you're the robber's logic, we are—" Lady Whiteshadow's face darkened, and she hastened to explain, but she was interrupted a second time by Brando's brutal and unreasonable approach.

"No one says that the Cruz can be transcendent, right?"

"This ......"

It seems to be.

But.

The older lady's eyes lit up with anger, and she couldn't help but reply word for word: "Do you think that with your small guard you can subdue the Border Legions of the Rogerians, I tell you, this is impossible, Monsieur Count!" If you let the Black Sword Barrier Cruz and the Eruin fight each other because of your own selfishness, and the blood will be shed, the Empire will not tolerate such a quibble, and your kingdom will not accept such a rhetoric! ”

"Yes," replied Brando, "at least compared to what you have done in the Alkash Mountains." I'm not cold-blooded enough to contemplate life and death, so all I want is for some people to lower their unfathomable heads, not to take their lives. ”

"Naive, wishful thinking!" Vanna raised her sword and replied, "The people of the empire would rather die than bow their heads." Raise your head and look at the sky, Lord Count. You are not strong enough to force us to submit, have you ever seen two beasts of equal strength fighting each other, grandson of Darus, if I were you, I should order your men to cease any attack before they can cause irreconcilable consequences. ”

Brando shook his head, "That's exactly what I'm going to say to you, give up your sword and surrender, Miss Fanna, it's not a prisoner of the enemy." It's just an admission to your allies. Besides, there is no point in your resistance, if I were you, I would look up and see what is really going on in the sky. ”

Vanna was slightly stunned.

She looked up a little confused.

But not far from her, Ephram and the Duke's daughter had already stared at the sky as if they were chickens.

……

The wizards of the Empire floated like specks of dust above the walls of the Black Sword Barrier, and above the fortress, the attacks of black rune gargoyles and the counterattacks from the Empire were fiercely intertwined.

They were about to turn the tide of the situation, and the two hundred gargoyles they were left behind could hardly get close to the walls under the heavy fire. Gradually, they began to take casualties. The soldiers of the Imperial Army could hardly help but cheer. Although they did not yet know how the battle was going in the fortress behind, at least at the top of the city, they were already about to win, and as long as the enemy could not climb the walls, it was only a matter of time before the balance of victory tipped in turn.

But this qiē only lasted until the young wizard appeared.

Ephram watched the sudden war with horror, and beside him, Eco and the non-commissioned officer from Yanirasu had already mounted their horses and gone to the rear. He was going to go with Medisa to save the refugees, and for him, it was as if his mind was only thinking about how to end - no, it should be said that there was no way to end at all, the damned count had suddenly raided the fortress of the Imperials. It was something that couldn't even be said there, and he could almost imagine how furious the Emperor of the Empire would be when he got the news.

What's more, in his subconscious, he also thinks that this sneak attack battle is probably going to be lost.

He saw that with the help of the wizards of the Empire, the Imperial Wall Guards were gaining the upper hand, and the Earl was still fighting with the Earth Dragon Knights, and he actually sent a young wizard to deal with the battle on the city walls, but what role could a young man play, the knowledge and wisdom of wizards had been accumulated over time, and in Ephram's imagination, those real wizards should be like the old pedants he had seen in Karasu, whose beards were dragged all the way to the ground.

However, the name Charles seems to be somewhat familiar.

He couldn't help but glance at the man with his peripheral vision.

But at this glance, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Charles was slowly rising into the sky, his wizard's robes agitating, his clothes fluttering in the cold wind - and with his arrival, all the wizards on the battlefield subconsciously felt a palpitation rise from the bottom of their hearts, and a century ago, the flame of magic was ignited for the first time, and a wise being taught this law that had never existed before to all the people of silver and black iron - as if before that, no one understood where the law magic and elemental magic came from, It was different from the magic of the gods and the rune spells of the witches - yet from that moment on, it was born out of this world and shaped a great civilization.

What is the source of magic?

Perhaps only one person can answer this question.

That's Tumen.

But at this moment, all the wizards felt the power of the same root, as if a voice from the ancients was calling out to his people, and the trembling that came from the depths of their hearts was enough to shock everyone.

Charles was answering with the unknown being.

"Silver Scepter Mage, request permission from the Brigade Mage."

"Permission, granted."

The young wizard gently flicked his robes, his eyes flashing with silver flames, his gaze swept across the battlefield, and he couldn't help but reply in a strange tone, "It turns out that this is the power of the traveling mage-"

"It turns out that this is the source of the law."

He held up a finger.

"In the name of the scroll of wisdom, the law, the flowing wind, and the shallow sea, show the third of the law, the dragon of the ether."

"All the time, the energy is always switching forms, it sweeps and flows—"

Thousands of years ago, the Sun-worshipping Fanur people in the south of the Miner Plains had seen the paraphante-like migration of giant dragons, blue as the sea, sweeping the sky.

Thousands of years later, the Cruz people are witnessing the spectacle again.

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(PS: You've been complaining about my writing in a variety of soft and unsatisfactory ways.,It's time to give it now.,Okay, okay.,Ask for a monthly pass at the end of this chapter.,Do you want to see it more cool!) And yo! And, foolishness! Don't be delusional to squat in my forces or something, what kind of awesome thing is in PVP or something...... This reminder is for your own good, you see. (To be continued......)