Akroma was not a talkative demigod, so she nodded silently and followed Brando in the direction of the lightning storm. The two of them were walking against the wind in the storm, but they were largely unaffected, and soon they caught up with the fleet of the Ice Sea Clan in front, and the Tirmoths on the ship all looked up in unison and looked at the two people flying over the fleet.

"Eroma," Brando shouted after glancing down, "slow them down." ”

Akroma looked at the dragon-headed warships, the wings of lightning and fire swept behind her, and countless threads of law flashed in the void, protecting the Tirmoths fleet, slowing them down in the whirlpool.

But it only slowed down, but it still moved towards the center of the vortex. Brando glanced back at the fleets of Neverwinter Harbor and the Mist Clan behind him, and estimated their speed before nodding and not caring about the Ice Sea Clan below.

The two of them crossed the Ice Sea Clan's fleet in an instant, and the center of the unfolding storm had already formed in front of them, and several criss-crossing purple beams of electricity formed a huge power grid, covering the two of them. But with a single blow from her hand, the lightning turned into a flood of lightning and scattered into the void. The flotilla of the Ice Sea Clan, which saw this scene from a distance, couldn't help but cheer.

This is the power of the traveling mage, another great power to create the world.

Brando and Akroma continued to move closer to the center of the storm, and in order to confirm his thoughts, he opened the battle log in the system panel, and kept an eye on the information on the battle log as he watched his surroundings.

The lightning was getting denser and denser around them, and Brando couldn't help but be a little frightened when he saw the information on the battle log. Every time those lightning bolts hit an area within a hundred meters of Akroma's body, the battle record would produce thousands of damage descriptions, which was basically equivalent to a sage's blow before the damage was reduced, but without exception, all of them were taken by Akroma Law Realm, and the latter still acted like a nobody.

The threads of the law that flashed around Akroma stretched in one direction in a regular polygonal fashion. A spherical area was formed, solid as a rock, and lightning bombarded it densely, but at most, the line of law flickered slightly, and it didn't even shake for half a minute.

This is the realm of laws, and in fact, Brando's laws of space and time have a similar effect. It's just that his order value can't be consumed at all, only after the body is perfected, his own law and Tiamat's law are integrated, and the law system will be upgraded once, and then the order value will not be consumed again, because the mobilization itself is the power of Tiamat's law, and the person's order value is only one maximum, as long as the single output does not exceed the maximum, then there will be no problem with the mobilization of the elemental law - this is a bit similar to the way the element makes the use of the element pool.

But he is still far from that. The element of Akroma is the 'Holy Sword', which guards the Sacred Sword, and the Sacred Sword naturally protects it, this ability is similar to absolute defense in a sense, as long as Akroma does not absorb more damage than its order pool within a certain period of time, then it is almost invincible.

Obviously, the amount of energy released during the magic jump was not enough to penetrate Akroma 's defenses.

The two of them weave through a storm of lightning, attracting a large amount of lightning to concentrate in a small area. It's like a moving lightning rod, and it also relieves the pressure on the Ice Sea Clan's fleet behind.

But Brando's purpose wasn't just to rescue the Ice Sea Clan. As he and Akroma entered the center of the storm, a new green hint on the battle log that was different from the blood-red damage number finally jumped into his eyes.

"System Prompt: Gain 327 XP!"

Then this line of prompt text is like swiping the screen, like a waterfall, and dozens of rows are instantly swiped down.

"System Prompt: Gain 333 XP!"

"System Prompt: Gain 329 XP!"

"System Prompt: Gain 335 XP!"

"System Prompt: Gain 341 XP!"

In just one moment, he gained nearly 20,000 more experience. Although this is just a drop in the bucket for his current character level, this is just the beginning, and the experience is far from stopping. In fact, it's like a system failure. In the blink of an eye, dozens of pages were turned.

Each hint was only a few hundred points of experience, but the interval between hints was too short, as if it were just a breath and a breath, and Brando found that he had gained enough experience to advance the Frost Guard or the Templar to the next level.

However, he was not busy with the upgrade, but insisted on letting Akroma move forward. The experience tip gradually increased from about three hundred and thirty to three hundred and fifty jumps, then to three hundred and seventy, then three hundred and eighty, and finally to about four hundred and twenty in the center of this storm.

In just a few minutes, Brando had gained more experience than he had gained from the fragments of the Book of Mavikart, and with that experience alone, he had been able to raise the Frost Guard to level 20, or the Templar to level 30 or above.

However, the speed at which experience is gained is not static, and soon his speed of jumping hints in the center of the storm slows down. At first, it had to be prompted dozens of times in a second, but it quickly became several times, and finally it was stable at a frequency of once a second.

Brando wasn't surprised by this, in fact, this was the normal frequency, which was the same frequency when they were first baptized by the tide of magic in Amber Sword, even slower. After all, after the magic power passed into the elemental barrier, it was itself greatly weakened.

The first great tide of the Sea of Mana was observed in Amber Sword in the Year of the Sword, but the first time the tide of Mana crossed the elemental barrier and affected the main material plane was about six years later, before the Slate War began.

Brando was sure that at this time, Vaynd in the inner layer of the elemental barrier had not yet begun to experience the Great Demonic Tide, and the inhabitants of the earth could at most observe that the Magical Tide and the Elemental Barrier were colliding violently.

This was the beginning of the Magic Tide beginning to transform the Shallow Sea and the other three elemental planes, about three months before the first Magic Tide in the game's time, but the world seemed to be progressing faster, and he estimated that it would not be a month - or even a month before the magic tide would descend on Vauld.

Six years earlier than in history.

In fact, he wasn't wrong. At this moment, in Vayend, in Faenzan, Cruz, and Saint-Osor, and in places like the Ten Cities and Eruin, in Hazel, the White Mountains, and the Hayabusa Plateau, the inhabitants of all places are observing the changes in the sky.

At first, the Black Moon fell to his death.

Countless meteors are falling from the sky. The night sky is set off in great beauty, but it represents the splendor of death, and the brightness of the sky seems to indicate the darkness of the earth, and the lights of civilization are being extinguished from the dark earth.

At Oneich and Sinta, the Bugas lowered their floating cities into the clouds, and the Silver Folk who dominated the skies found that many of the cities along the shores of Silver Bay had disappeared, and the lights that had been used to mark civilization at night had been replaced by flames that spread over the dark earth, which seemed to burn. It's riddled with hole-ridden cracks.

And then then the storm.

A storm of purple clouds swept through almost all of Vaynd that night, purple lightning winding through the clouds—or rather above the sky, thunder rolling as if from the sky, raining rain in some places, but only strong winds in other places.

Almost every tower of the stars and moon observed at the same time, Vaynd's magic was becoming more active a thousand times, and astrologers in robes opened portals from all over the world, and all kinds of magical telecommunications, magic letterheads, and shuttled back and forth through the astral plane or the lower dimensional planes.

But beneath the ashes of death and despair seems to be pregnant with hope.

Astrologers are quick to confirm. On this day, among the surviving newborns. About one-third are born with extraordinary magical talents, and the other two-thirds possess far more potential than the average person.

If they survive, a new chapter will be written in the history of the Black Iron People.

The Great Astral Sorcerers predicted the birth of thirty-three Chosen Ones in the coming year, an unprecedented number, and they were called the 'Children of Black Iron'. On this night, astrologers determined the name of the coming year:

The Year of the Spark.

A full half century earlier than in history.

In this year of history, Misa was killed, and the wizards started the Slate War.

But this qiē didn't seem to have anything to do with Brando at this moment, and he didn't know that Vavend was undergoing the upheaval at this moment, although he might have some guesses in his heart. But he was more aware that he was in an independent stream of time.

Relative to him, Vaughnd should be at rest at the moment.

Besides, he had no less to worry about right now than the residents of Vaulnd.

In fact, he didn't expect that he would hit the thousand-year tide outside the elemental barrier, but fortunately this place was still shrouded in the laws of Tiamat, otherwise the violent magic power, not to mention the experience enhancement, would directly overwhelm his fleet with the Tirmoths, even if there was Eroma, it would not help.

He didn't know for a moment whether to say that he was too lucky or too unlucky.

For even within the laws of Tiamat, the current storm is as threatening as the Tirmothians fleet. While the center of the storm is home to a large amount of low-level wandering magic that mortals can exploit - or some kind of 'low-hanging fruit experience', the enormous energy generated by the berserk magic as it leaps is just as devastating.

That's a lightning storm.

Passing the fleet through the center of the storm vortex is essentially a helpless choice, compared to sacrificing the fleet of the Ice Sea Clan in exchange for an unpredictable outcome, it is better for everyone to take a risk. What's more, he is not completely unsure, although the central area of the storm is full of energy lightning and time and space vortexes, there is also an advantage, that is, the low-level magic power of the huge transformation will quickly increase the strength of everyone, and he does not have to worry about the exhaustion of mana and body.

If they can avoid the effects of energy lightning and space-time turbulence, the fleet may also reap immeasurable benefits in the center of the storm.

As for what Cheng dù can achieve, it depends on his understanding of the laws of time and space.

…… (To be continued......)