The gray sky was crumbling overhead, like oats dissolving into milk. Brando stood in the middle of the plain, looking at the corpse of the deputy head of the Templar Order, the black flames on him were fading, like black butterflies flying.

"How?" Ottales asked suddenly.

"It's dangerous." Brando gasped softly. The final fight with Williams made him deeply feel the gap between his real strength, and even if Williams didn't fight back at the last moment, he couldn't break through the defense of the deputy head without turning on the Fool's fanatical talent attack.

In the end, it was up to him to save his life. But anyway, luckily, he won, and that's enough.

There was a pause.

Brando suddenly asked, "Lord Ottales, you already knew that Trasiman's deck was flawed, right?" ”

Otales smiled softly: "There are some things that you have to experience to be impressive, and years of war have taught me this, it is difficult for a recruit to become a veteran without experiencing setbacks, little one." ”

Brando's heart is concerned, and the moment Williams pulls him into the Plains of the Arc, the absolute law of the traveling mage is broken—Metisa, Charles, and the other summons are all cut off from the world—meaning that even if it forms a loop, Trisiman's deck is flawed.

Judging from the final result, he also won a fluke in this battle. Luckily, though, it was Williams, not other, more powerful opponents who spotted the flaw, so it wasn't him who was lying on the ground now.

That means he still has a chance to make amends.

However, the reason why he asked Otares so much was that he suddenly thought that the enemy of the Four Sages back then was not the dark dragon Odin? Elaine the Banshee told him that Odin was also a powerful traveling mage. But since the Four Sages were able to defeat Odin, it means that the traveling mage is not a being above this world.

Otales seemed to see what he was thinking. "It is said that every Brigade Master is in pursuit of a perfect cycle, in near-perfect conditions. Laws can be a world of their own. In this cycle. The strength of the Brigade Mage is unassailable. Pity. No one has done that yet......"

Brando knew her subtext was that Odin hadn't done it in the first place, otherwise he wouldn't have lost at their hands.

"Odin's deck is dark, and that deck is much more offensive than the one you have. That deck features the power of darkness that transforms all the elements, and in turn the power of darkness is his home turf, can you imagine fighting the dark dragon as he gets stronger and you get weaker? ”

"It sounds a bit like Madara."

"Don't interrupt. The spirits of the dead of Madara were once his subordinates and worshippers. Otales replied, "Odin doesn't have as many creature cards as Tumen and Trasiman, and all of his cards are artifacts, abilities, sorceries, and enchantments. And he was extremely strong, so he didn't have that poor little weakness of yours, but we still defeated him in the end. ”

"How did you do that?" Brando couldn't help but be a little curious.

She was a little proud: "Because his core power is transformation, he must still use the artifacts and spells on the field to transform our power." His cards form a cycle very quickly. Much faster than you, he can form loops as soon as he gets started. And then all that's left is to keep filtering cards to counter our attacks, and with each counterattack, he can draw the dark element from it to continue his cycle. ”

"Wait, you mean he doesn't have a land?"

"The land card is the weakness of the traveling mage, how could he leave this flaw. Boy, do you really think that lands won't be attacked in your world? Have you forgotten how you got into Williams' world? He had only just stepped into this extreme realm, and the true extreme plain was a complete world, that is, a world maximized by one's laws. And the Traveling Mage's land card is in the middle of his Extreme Plains—"

"Ahh Brando couldn't help but lose his voice.

"So owning lands is a weakness in itself, and we can't just counter your lands like a real Brigade Mage. But they can be destroyed violently. Ottales continued, "Odin was a genius who made this kind of deck that didn't require lands. But alas, because of this, hidden dangers were buried, and in the final battle, Faenzan continued to dismantle his core spell, and the chain of his elements was broken, so that we could take advantage of it. ”

"You can fight back against the Destiny Card?"

"No, although in reality we can do it, it's not that simple. Because the spell that counters his spell will also be countered and transformed by his spell," Ortales said awkwardly, "and we used a clumsy but effective way to dismantle our own attack before he countered our spell. Because there were no lands, Odin had very limited elements to activate his deck, and if his counterattack was not replenished, the elements would be depleted, and because of this, we were able to win after paying a great price. ”

Brando was dumbfounded, not expecting the result to be so simple. But he knew it was just what it sounded like, and it was probably something else. The strength of the Dark Dragon itself surpassed that of the Four Sages, and they had to attack each other to dismantle each other's spells under his attack, and the fierceness of the battle at that time can be imagined.

Brando only knew that in the final battle, the Coalition had lost nearly four-fifths of its strength. Those who survived later became heroes.

He was shaken when he heard this, but he couldn't help but sigh with some disappointment: he didn't expect that even the power of the Dark Dragon would not be able to escape defeat in the end, and he thought that the Brigade Mage was an invincible being.

However, he also had some faint expectations in his heart, what Master Lu pursued was the perfection of the supreme realm, which was the original words of Tumen to him. Now Otares spoke to him again, does the impeccable deck really have zài?

Ottales couldn't help but laugh at him, "Come on, little one, you should be aware of it, too." How can you become a real travel mage with someone else's deck. Whether it's a travel mage or not. Whether it is a sage or not, the ultimate goal of a first-class powerhouse is to open up his own law realm. ”

Brando nodded.

He looked up. Williams's Extreme Plains are all but gone. He stretched out his hand, and a few bits of cold rain were in his palms. Outside, the wind and rain of Mount Anker are seeping into this world. The sound of the two armies fighting became clear.

Truly. It's time to go his own way.

He had hesitated, but it was also because of the demands of the situation. Eru was in turmoil, and choosing his own deck meant starting over, and by the time he became a traveling mage, it was estimated that the kingdom would no longer exist.

But that's no longer the case.

Ampesel already has another piece of history. Her Royal Highness has not compromised with anyone in this history, and there is a glimmer of hope for Eruin. For the rest, he already has the ability to grasp a qiē.

Williams' world has completely collapsed, and the sound of wind and rain outside has become real again. However, at that moment, his figure once again returned to the torrential rain.

Everyone in the mountains and forests saw the deputy head of the Knights Templar lying on the ground. I saw Brando, who was holding the sword of the earth, standing aside.

There was a moment of silence in the rain.

Pull Brando from Williams into the Plains of the Pole. By the time Brando killed him and reappeared, the outside world had only passed for a moment. Princess Griffine, Antitina, Metisa, Charles, and all the other people's hearts have gone through a journey from hell to heaven.

"Lord Lord......" Antitina suddenly seemed to lose all her strength, and couldn't help but slowly lean back against the black pine tree.

"Mr. Brando!" The joy of the Medisia is like the sound of a lark that can penetrate the mountains and forests.

"Ha," said Charles, standing in the rain, a faint smile on his face—like the heartfelt smile he had when he and Brando had gone with Brando to steal the priceless collection of the Duke of Golan Elson at Ridenburg.

Andreg snorted softly. The worry on the vampire's pseudo-mother's face seemed to have just disappeared, and then turned into the warmest and most happy smile: "Lord Lord! ”

The tall Ropar didn't speak, and the lizardman lord had a look of determination in his eyes, believing in his lord as if he believed in the most outstanding hero of their clan. Because heroes never let down those who trust them.

The mercenaries of Lubis let out a cheer in unison, and the red-haired girl let out a long breath and pressed her hands tightly to her chest.

In the crowd -

Only Princess Griffiin closed her eyes, and the silver elf girl's long eyelashes fluttered gently in the rain.

She clenched her fists, and at that moment she finally felt that Master Martha had not abandoned this kingdom. It's like a mother always looking at her children tenderly, watching them hold on to that noble glory and faith for generations.

The rain is still falling.

The Templars were left with only seven men, and their hands and feet were cold. They didn't know how to accept the facts in front of them, they lost their comrades, and even the deputy commander died here.

The noblest blood of the Cruz wandered silently in this remote mountain terrain where they did not even know their names.

Above the clouds.

The flames shone together, and another Wizard of the Black Tower shattered in a violent explosion before falling down into the mountains of Anlek.

The Wyverceurs of the Southern Legion were organizing their final charge, and under the rain curtain were the explosions that converged, leaving their last silhouettes under the golden light. The knights of the kingdom will finally give their greatest courage in this battle.

They weren't even the first-line legions of this ancient nation, but they showed a will commensurate with the elite.

The Taylor withdrew from the battle.

The Iris withdrew from the battle.

A fire broke out in the hold of the Rolpo, followed by a martyrdom.

The Waonli crashed.

Nosda felt the wound under his armor feel like it was about to tear open, and the wurm he was sitting on had a huge cut in one shoulder from shrapnel, and a scorched tail and wings. The pain tormented every inch of his nerves, but he knew he could not take a step back, and before the battle was going to be between the Templars and Brando's party, they had to stop the Cruz fleet from covering the central position of the princess's army.

But the Southern Corps had come close to doing its best.

Without reinforcements, it seems that the winner is far away. Although the Northern Alliance forces were slowly retreating above the ground, the monks of the Flame Sanctuary above the sky were like boundless meteors, outlining a nightmarish scene in the rain curtain.

There was a row of crunch rings in my ears.

It was a volley from a flintlock musketeer on the gun deck of the Perran, and Nosda felt a massive force hit him in the chest, but he clung to the reins. Several more comrades fell from the air on one side.

"I've done my best."

He looked up, as if wishing to see the bright light of the Ring of Trade Winds. But the storm left the entire sea off Ampesel in obscurity. Heaven and earth were united, and it was dark beneath the clouds, and the sunlight could barely penetrate through the clouds.

There is no light in the darkness.

Nostar's eyes narrowed.

Suddenly—

In the darkness in the distance, there seemed to be a flash of light. In an instant, a hole seemed to be torn open in the Perran's already weakened magical shield, and a flash of fire lit up on the flagship of the Cruz.

Explosions, flames, splintering pieces of wood rose from the deck.

"It's shelling!"

Nosda seemed to have a stirring spirit, and suddenly came to his senses. How can there be shelling? Could it be a mistake by the Cruz? No, he suddenly remembered the fleeting point of light.

He turned his head back a little stiffly.

……

The Cruz people didn't seem to believe they were being attacked.

But the Second Fleet of Conolia was under unanticipated heavy artillery fire from the flanks, and bright explosions staggered across the sky.

The first salvo fell on seven frigates on the flanks. In particular, the Belasso at the very edge, due to the lack of alertness, the shelling was almost completely absorbed by the side armor, and the entire battleship disintegrated in mid-air and turned into brilliant fireworks.

The shelling continues.

An unfamiliar fleet was plunging into the battlefield from the direction of St. White Bay, and heavy artillery fire roared out of this fleet, enveloping the entire flank of Conolia's Second Fleet like a storm.

The Cruz lost almost a tenth of their ships in an instant.

The huge fleet tried to make a clumsy U-turn, and it seemed as if they finally realized who their opponent was. It was indeed a fleet that was not inferior to theirs, and the Eruin had bought these battleships from the Wind Elves, and in the space of twenty years, they had spent countless human and financial resources to build this fleet.

This is arguably the only army within this ancient kingdom that has the breath of this era.

The Eruin Royal First Fleet was slowly moving forward among the clouds.