This is the land God has promised you.

It shines in the sky, like a stream of light.

Thy wisdom surging like a flame,

Thy crown is as noble as the stars;

You are the King of the peoples of your fathers, the people of God.

Blessed are all men,

For God and kingdom, wisdom and spirit, have come.

—The Seven-line Poems of Elnomah, Rakhantu

……

Constance's voice was low and long, and it walked through the courtyard of the Garden of the White Roses, through the forest, and told the story of sixty years ago:

"Your grandfather, Sword Saint Darus, is a brilliant and once-in-a-century figure. And his bloodline is just as noble, he is the Promiser born in the Year of the Flames, the pride of the Cadilloso family—"

"And you?"

"You were born in the Cadilloso family, and you have won the unimaginable honor and pride of ordinary people, you are lucky, but you don't know how to advance or retreat, the name of the Earth Sword Saint cannot always protect you, and the Cadilloso family is nothing in front of the empire."

"I gave you a chance, but it's a pity you didn't cherish it-"

The Silver Queen gently raised her right hand and stretched out her index finger, the girlish fingertips, slender and slender, and a drop of golden blood flew out of the fingertips, gently blending into the void in front of her.

Mortals can't understand the world after all, even if his talent is outstanding, but just like no matter how smart a monkey is, he can only dominate the monkey group, Daurus was once such an excellent promiser, but his descendants can't see such a drop of blood flowing from his body, this is pure blood, how can the filthy blood flowing in the body of the people of black iron be compared with the glorious and dazzling era of the past?

This is the sorrow of mortality.

"That woman's bloodline has also been purified quite a bit." Brunhilde, the head of the Valkyries, suddenly spoke. A low, hollow voice lingered in everyone's ears like a whisper.

"It seems that this queen is not at a loss." Charles replied.

Only Métissa didn't care about this, and Constance's words made the little princess feel a little unhappy, and she said: "The lord did not rely on anyone, he did not even know his birth before this, he was only twenty years old. Such an experience, even among my people, is enough to write an epic. ”

"It's not unprecedented."

"Me?" Medisa shook her head and said softly, "I'm not as good as the lord, I'm a princess no matter how I say it, and the people of my clan are no less than anyone else. ”

Charles smiled and patted Her Royal Highness the little princess on the shoulder, and he spoke:

"A man's life is like the stars in the sky. We see the stars dotting the night sky, often ignoring the brightest of them, but some people are born to shine in an era—"

"Fools have no way of knowing this, which is why history and books are full of myths and legends."

These are heavy times.

Mortals have lost the favor of the gods.

Hundreds of millions of lights have been extinguished, and people have revered their ancestors. Forging ahead in the darkness, they built kingdoms and city-states on top of their suffering, and lit torches in the wilderness.

The glory of civilization has been passed down after all.

But people still have nostalgia for the past in one way or another, some people dwell on the past, but some people are not willing to indulge in death in the memories of safety.

Someone took a step, someone went ahead of the crowd, that's exactly what happened. After the Minr, there will be four empires standing on the land.

The names of the forerunners are engraved on the stone tablet. However, after thousands of years of wind and frost, the name on the stele is still blurred after all.

In the temple of the Queen of the Winds, in the sanctuary of Faenzan, two pairs of calm eyes each showed a look of contemplation, and beyond the White Harbor, the bells echoed to remind the sails in the harbor to prepare for shelter from the storm.

William. Pist watched the blizzard fill the sky. The huge figure of the evil dragon Fusia was fading, and her voice came from the snowy wind:

"Goodbye to our elemental frontiers. Buga. ”

The time has come.

In three hundred and seventy years, Vaughnd had one eighteen or forty-seven Promisers born, of whom thirteen were the Chosen One. In the past hundred years, this number has increased by half, and since the First Age, the course of history seems to shine with the name of genius, and each dazzling star has profoundly changed the trajectory of this world.

But Brando did not sue the Silver Queen:

This is not a sign of the repurification of mortal blood, the time of the gods has long since passed forever, the dark dragon will not come again, the kingdom of the Minr will eventually become a broken word on the books, a new era is indeed coming, but it does not bring a glorious past.

Rather, bloody wars.

This is the mortal dust war.

Brando raised his sword, a glimmer of dazzling golden-red light emanating from the shards to the shards, and what he cherished was not the opportunity for others to give him, but the people around him who were genuine.

It's a pity that he won't say any of this.

Because he understands that for some people, they are meaningless.

This is a truth that only a few people understand, summed up in tens of thousands of bloodsheds and deaths.

The first to rush in front of him was the Grand Master of the Flame Knights, Richard of the Imperial Gate, he raised his sword, the blade of fire in his hand intersected with the sword of the Knight Master, and then there was a sharp sound, and sparks burst out from the blades of the two swords, three swords in a row, and the two men each took a step back.

With a bang, Prince Augos pulled out half of his body from under the rubble, lifted the stone slab and crawled out, looking at this scene with blood-red eyes, this was a war in the Extreme Realm, but he didn't hear it.

He had never suffered so much in his life, and it was a great shame.

There was still his father on his head in Wallach, but no one could control him here, and the reckless flaws in the prince's personality were magnified indefinitely, and the first thing he did was not to check the wounds, but to fumble with his saber.

"It's really eye-catching......"

"I really don't know whether I live or die......," Akane had just beckoned the sky back to her hand when she heard Ovina's sneering voice come from her head: "A half-blood god who doesn't know how many generations there are. Dare to say that she doesn't know your lord at all......"

The girl suddenly stopped, only pursed her lips and said, "Hmph, I can't do my best." ”

Akane couldn't hear clearly, and she was anxious now. But she found that she still couldn't help Brando, because of the blood of the gods, she had been hovering at the level of the peak of gold, and she had not even yet been civilized, and with the help of the firmament, she could barely sweep away the opponents before the early stage of the Truth Side, but she was fighting against the peak of the law and even the extreme realm. There is still a weak heart.

Ovena seemed to sense her master's mood and said, "Those two fools are obsessed, why don't you help them?" ”

"Me?" The mountain girl was slightly stunned, and her amber eyes shone with bright brilliance: "Can I help the lord?" ”

"Well, you're a little too weak. But this is normal, you don't have to be discouraged, do you know, there are several extremely powerful figures in history, in fact, they are not geniuses, but through the hard work of the day after tomorrow, they can also make their names engraved in the long river of history. ”

"How can I help my lord?" Akane asked firmly.

Ovina's phantom appeared beside her, and she glanced at the battlefield faintly: "It's very simple. They want to suppress your lord in blood, so why don't you do what they want and open all the channels of authority. Show them what your lord is up to—"

"Open the permission channel?"

"Authority is blood, stupid girl."

"Raise your bloodline?" Akane was stunned: "How can I do it?" ”

"No," Owena shook her head vigorously, "Your lord is not wrong, you are such a stupid girl, your bloodline cannot be subjectively improved by you, I mean let you open all the permission channels-"

"Open all permission channels?" Akane asked again in a daze.

"It's simple. You are the Knight of the Azure and your authority comes from the Gate of Arbitration. It's your purview to be a supervisor and a manager. ”

"I should ...... How? ”

"Password—"

"Password?"

The Knights of the Imperial Gate are in a tight battle with Brando. Villek joined the warband, but the scene was equally evenly matched, as if in just a few hours, the latter's strength had increased by a large margin.

Willek, who joined the battle later, couldn't help but feel frightened, this young man is really terrifying, how old is the other party? He'd also heard rumors about the Sword Saint Daurus sixty years ago, but could it be that the Cadilloso family is all such perverts?

He didn't know that Brando finally had time to consolidate the new characteristics of his spatial and temporal elements after the battle of Cold Dew Manor, and as an element of the power of existence, how could its potential be imagined by ordinary people?

Behind the two, Bradley and Maximi were stopped by Sidney and Veronica, and when Sainteo and Finn the Grey Pupil joined the fight, Brando suddenly stopped.

Then he had an extra shield in his hand.

Above the shield, painted with bright flames, a shining sanctuary, a crown of supreme laurels and the kingdom of God, a holy sword, hanging alone in the sky, fell straight into the earth, as if to split the whole world in two.

This shield is incomparably familiar to everyone who lives in the center of this empire.

It is the shield of the angels, the symbol of the Rustar.

Shield of Akroma.

The moment Brando took out this shield, the faces of the Extreme Realm powerhouses around him all changed, this is a holy relic left by the King of Fire to the Cruz people, how can it fall into the hands of an outsider?

Richard was the first to react, his heart was burning with rage, and he was about to explode almost immediately, but at the last moment, a strange thought suddenly flashed into his mind.

Why was he able to take the Holy Shield?

This shield had been placed by Geert himself on the square of victory, and for a thousand years no one came close to it.

Even if the Grand Holy Seevara is there in person, it is the same.

…… (To be continued)