Just as Richard hesitated slightly, Julian, an ascetic who was known for his fiery temperament, who was following Finn, almost let out an earth-shattering roar: "Shield of Eroma, you dare-!" ”

Like Sidney, this ascetic's holy position also comes from the angel Eroma who holds the holy sword, how can he tolerate others touching Eroma's holy relics, his eyes are surrounded by a ring of white and gold flames, anger is already burning, and without saying a word, he directly punches Brando.

It was a full blow of anger from the Extreme Realm, and it was also the strongest blow in Rusta's battle all night, and under his punch, the ground of the entire White Rose Garden was broken inch by inch, and the gravel and rock slabs seemed to lose their gravity and floated from the ground.

And the power contained in the fist itself can be imagined.

"Be careful!" Finn angrily shouted to his colleagues, "Her Majesty the Queen wants to catch him alive, and he can't use it without Iroma's approval—"

He didn't need the Holy Shield.

The words were stuck in his throat.

Because he clearly saw the holy shield in Brando's hand flickering slightly, all the attacks of the ascetic Julian were completely invisible.

Absolute barrier, this is the legendary ability of the Shield of Akroma.

That's impossible!

Finn almost paused for a moment.

Not only him, but in fact, all the Extreme Realm masters who were surrounding Brando at the moment who had something to do with the Flame Sanctuary couldn't help but stop at this moment, and they all thought of a creepy possibility, if this young man had the approval of Akroma then-

What does this mean?

But such doubts only have meaning for the connoisseur, for the onlooker. Brando's situation wasn't necessarily good.

Little Nedwin, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, frowned tightly, and was a little confused, and he even asked a little anxiously: "Why doesn't he use it, doesn't use that thing......"

The old prime minister patted him on the shoulder and shook his head: "Lord Earl has his own plans. You are also the prime minister of the empire, calm down and show the bearing of the nobles of the empire. ”

Little Nedwin smiled bitterly and shook his head, how could he calm down, this battle not only decided the fate of Brando, but also tied to the life and death of the Nedwin family.

"Father. Grandfather ......? ”

A faint voice came from behind the two of them.

Old Niederwin and Little Niederwin turned their heads at the same time and saw the prime minister's daughter standing there with a shocked face, "Delphien? ”

"It's ......"

Delphien's face was still a little pale, and she tilted her head, her eyes reflecting the earth-shattering battle in the White Rose Garden. She then saw the mountain girl standing in the middle of the crowd, her long fiery red hair reflected her heart slightly.

"These people ......"

"These people, this day, are his stage." Old Nedwin glanced at his granddaughter, shook his head, and slowly turned back and replied.

For there are those who were born to shine in an age.

The meaning in the eyes of the prime minister's daughter is complex and difficult to understand.

But the colors in the other pair of eyes present were much simpler and more indifferent.

The Silver Queen Constance looked ahead, watching a drop of her own blood fly into the void, this moment. She didn't even pay much attention to the fight on the field.

The outcome of the battle was inevitable.

But for this moment, she gave too much, and the empire prepared for too long. Decades of waiting, misunderstanding, but if the world understands the meaning behind this qiē, then she believes that this qiē will be meaningful.

She raised her head and saw the huge * array that was being generated in the void, through this magic circle. Her gaze was on the black moon in the sky, where it was. She seemed to see the back of two eras intertwined.

A qiē is ready.

Under the arrangement of fate -

There was a rumbling roar in the sky, as if some invisible force had swept away the dark clouds in mid-air at once. The wolves were forced to pull away, and above the clouds, the circle of elemental boundaries coincided like gears, and they spun across the entire sky, one ring after another.

With each vertical axis movement, the silver thread of law swept across thousands of miles of sky.

In every corner of Vaynd, hundreds of millions of people in the world have witnessed this spectacle. They saw the clouds shining, and then the shadow of a giant tower that connected to the heavens descended from mid-air.

In many places around the White Mountains, on the Silver Coast and in the Lubik and even in the Far East, in the Dead Moon Inland Sea and in the polar regions north of Faenzan, in the Great Glaciers, boundless darkness began to spread.

Eternal night has fallen.

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The light is lost.

There are no waves in the green sea, and the eyes of the Elranta in the darkness reflect the giant tower; The singing of the elven spirits in the Eternalmist Forest did not cease for a moment, and the same scene was reflected in the extraordinarily calm eyes of the Wind Queen.

The tower hung alone in the sky.

The fir pines always reminded Andetina of the black pine forests of the Golan-Elson mountains, and she pushed open the door, walked out of her room, and looked up at the scene above the sky, her eyes shining with sparkle.

Freya was still talking to Princess Griffiin in the room, where the candles flickered and a large map was laid out, and a letter was thrown aside, and the envelope was opened, revealing a corner of the letterhead.

On the white letterhead, the pitch-black font is somewhat twisted and distributed:

"At the beginning of the month, the Banshee King Alvette led a large army to attack the Golden City, and the King of the Withered Land, Rosen the Glutton, invaded the Silman region-"

A somewhat tired, but soft voice sighed:

"They're coming, and Mr. Knight never misses ......"

"Your Highness, we ......"

"Freya, do you like Mr. Knight?"

"I ......"

"I want to give Mr. Knight a gift, do you know what the best gift is, Freya."

"I don't know."

"It's a victory, Freya."

"But the king party ...... them"

"Leave them alone, I'm Haruzer's sister, the princess of the kingdom. This time, I'm going to fight for the ideals that Mr. Knight shares with me! ”

This is the story of the Year of the Sword, at the end of which the Black Rose of Bromandor arrives as scheduled.

And at this moment, far away in the center of the empire, the Silver Queen was staring in amazement at the huge tower hanging in the air. It has the appearance of a holy white, it once shone in an era, and its name is also the source of the fire of civilization - Babel, which has fallen and returned.

On the battlefield. Prince Ogos was roaring at Brando, his blade clenching in his hand.

The rumbling sound resounded in the sky.

All permissions to contact Tiamat and the Elemental Frontier have been fully opened -

Akane tried her best to speak loudly to Owena so that her voice would not be drowned out: "...... And then what? She asked aloud.

For the first time since the departure of the traveling mages, the line of law between heaven and earth has become so active.

Constance looked at his hands in disbelief.

This is the power of God's people.

More powerful than she ever imagined.

Legend has it that the gods can control the network of laws above the boundaries of the elements, and at this moment. She clearly felt the connection between the whole world and herself, as if she could control the world with a single hand.

There seemed to be a trickle of light flowing in front of her eyes, and in her stunned look, she saw a silver curtain of light appear in front of her eyes.

It was a complex text, from the most ancient civilizations, and the jumping symbols and fonts were incomprehensible to mortals, but she could barely make out the meaning:

“…… Permissions...... Grant? ”

The Silver Queen finally smiled.

Her gaze seemed to return to the present world. Just in time to see Prince Augoos's brown bear-like body grow light wings, a set of quaint and strange armor covering him, and he held his hands high. The short blade in his hand turned into a two-handed long sword.

A pillar of light fell on him, covering his entire body.

The bloodline of a warrior, although low, at least distinguishes it from that of mortals. Constance raised his hands slightly, this moment finally paid off after a long wait. And even better than she could have imagined.

Babel was born.

An era has returned.

"And then?"

There was a strange glow in Ovina's eyes, and it was frighteningly bright.

She made a very human gesture. Licking his lips: "Then it's just a matter of waiting." ”

"Can you really help your lord?" Akane asked aloud.

"Perhaps," replied the former, "you should trust him a little more......"

The sudden force made Augoos's whole body burn. It was as if an infinite force filled his body, and there was no way to explain it, but perhaps there was an explanation.

"I am the chosen one, the destined Lord of this world!" With a frenzy in his head, he roared loudly, his sword in both hands, and slashed at Brando with all his might.

When there was a loud bang.

Ogos only felt his hands tingle, and then he was surprised to find that he was blocked.

But it wasn't Brando's sword or Brando's shield that stood in his way, but a strange card, and every Extreme Realm powerhouse around him couldn't notice it, but he could see it—

It was a black and white card, made of some unknown material, with a strange sheen, and it was suspended in mid-air, in front of the blade in his hand, and there was an indestructible aura underneath it.

There was not a sound in the void, but Ogos could clearly hear a cry in his heart like thunder, telling him what was the essence of the world.

That's the law.

The solid order seemed to be a world of its own, and Brando reached out and tapped lightly on the card.

Countless mystical patterns spread out from the card, as if telling countless stories from under the dusty history, they can sing and cry, it is heartfelt, it is the knights' expedition to raise the flag, the warriors to abide by the promise of life and death, it has a name.

It's called loyalty.

'Loyalty knows no place or time, life or death—'

…… (To be continued)