Act 195: The Final Hour (13)

"Be careful!" Just as Brando was engrossed in dealing with Andelsa's attack, Akane suddenly shouted from behind. The latter's heart tightened, and he turned his head alertly, just in time to see a black light rushing towards him.

Brando barely had any reaction time, but his extensive martial arts experience caused him to subconsciously lunge forward, a sting pain in the back, and he had already been shot.

"!" The pain caused Brando to grit his teeth and curse, and at that moment he had already estimated the attacker—the only possible attacker from that direction could only be the priest Amman; It's just that that guy didn't die beyond his expectations, and he actually took a shot after eating the sword of the earth, you know, it was a petrification loss.

"Damn, is that guy Xiaoqiang who can't be killed?"

In Brando's experience, the priest was nothing more than a cloth armor profession, and it was absolutely impossible to survive such an attack by Cheng Dù, even if it was an undead.

He immediately turned around, and sure enough, in the distance, Amman was rising from the rubble, and stones and rubble were falling from him. However, the priest who betrayed the Sanctuary of Flame also had the same surprise on his face, probably not expecting Brando to be able to dodge his attack like this, "Huh? He snorted softly, looked at Brando with a strange expression, and said, "I have seen the most elite soldiers of the Temple not have such a sharp reaction as you, it seems that you are really not as simple as a small Eruin noble. ”

Amman was far away from Brando, but his voice could be transmitted lightly, and Brando knew that it was a spell like teleportation.

Brando secretly cursed a nonsense in his heart, if he was just a small nobleman, would he appear in this place? He examined his injuries—the green streaks of light projected on his retina kept renewing and quantifying the damage—and Brando took the moment to glance at it, less than ten percent of his life force.

However, due to the excessive blood loss caused by the previous feeding of the Golden Tree - or, as it should be called, some kind of mana-devouring thorn - the overall health status has turned a bad yellow.

In fact, Brando himself could feel weakness slowly clinging along his limbs, and a heavy feeling seemed to drag him to the ground.

"It's going to have to be done quickly—" He shook his head, trying to keep himself awake.

The situation is not good now, although a large area of twisted thorns has spread on the ground, the battle between Gray Sword St. Mephistopheles and Androsa in mid-air is not yet superior; It's just that the withered lord is in a hurry to leave this area, and Mephistopheles responds calmly and remains undefeated for a while.

"But the knot of magic will deepen quickly, and Andesa should be well aware of this, it will not be good for her to maintain the situation, and she will definitely look for an opportunity to break the deadlock." Brando stared at Amman not far away, and secretly analyzed it in his heart.

He knows very well that the shepherd is not a good man and a woman, and even if there is only a glimmer of chance, he will fight to the death.

The battle overhead was bound to be decided quickly, but he had no time to worry about it now, because Amman was in front of him, and it seemed to have been premeditated - otherwise he wouldn't have pretended to be killed when he was hit by a petrified arrow, and Brando believed that it was not only him, but even Andesa thought that this 'companion' was dead.

"And now this guy is 'resurrected' because he saw that Andesa was not doing well? Or is it something else? Brando frowned, if it was the latter, it probably meant that Amman already had some kind of certainty.

It's like manipulating a conspirator to get from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, unless he is forced to do so, or he must have the confidence to win, even if he thinks so.

Where does faith come from?

The analysis was only a momentary moment of thought, and then he heard the footsteps of Ka Cha Ka Cha, and Veronica had stepped on the gravel to come to him—the square had been shattered by the previous attack.

The lady frowned, too, for she knew Amman better than Brando—to be honest, she didn't like the priest, the city was too deep—but such a gloomy person would never stand in front of the stage.

There seemed to be a strong smell of intrigue in the air.

Amman looked at the two of them with a smile, as if he had read through their thoughts, "You must be curious as to why I'm here, but it's surprising enough that Valhalla is real, and I want to thank you for doing me such a great favor anyway." As he spoke, he took out a book from his bosom, which was so thick with black smoke that it was not a good thing at first glance, or rather something evil.

"Amman, what are you talking about?" Veronica asked, frowning.

"Veronica, don't you understand? Valhalla's stability in the ring of the trade winds for thousands of years is greatly affected if that potential spark is destroyed, not to mention Eruin, and even Cruz. It is an honor to be able to destroy an empire with your own hands. Amman opened the book in his hand and said, "What's more, there is a secret about history buried in Valhalla, and you and I have the honor to witness this qiē." ”

"You're crazy!" Lady Qingzhi frowned, although she didn't want to see this priest, she couldn't help but be a little stunned when she heard the other party say such words.

"No, don't you always call us crazy," Amman shook his head and smiled with a dignified face: "Actually, we are all about the same, the Cruz Empire has been killing for thousands of years for conquest, and our behavior seems relatively noble in comparison. ”

"It's just a strong word!" Veronica's sword-like eyebrows stood up, and the end of the last word seemed to be dragged out and the person had gone straight to Amman, one person and one sword, like a hazy blue light.

However, Amman seemed to have expected this, and he opened the page in his hand, and a black curtain of light suddenly appeared a hundred feet around his body. Veronica's sword slashed at the light curtain, but instead of having any effect, a strong light flashed on the black curtain and almost shook the saber in her hand away.

The female sword saint took a step back with difficulty, and she was able to control the blue sky, but the huge force on her arm also pressed her to her knees, and she snorted.

"It doesn't matter if you are strong or not, Veronica, you can tell me if you have any last words, and I will respect your choice." Amman said as he held the book in one hand and looked at the female swordmaster condescendingly.

He said it lightly, as if the life and death of everyone present were under his control.

But at this time, Andessa, who was fighting Mephistopheles in mid-air, became more and more dissatisfied when she saw this qiē, especially when she found out that this 'companion' was obviously capable of solving the opponent lightly, but she wanted to play dead to make her wolf bèi unbearable.

Even though she understood that the so-called 'cooperation' relationship between the two was not worth mentioning, at this time, the withered lord couldn't help but roar angrily: "Hamill, don't kill those guys quickly, what are you rubbing!" ”

But at this moment, Amman just raised his head and glanced at the sky, as if he didn't care about the woman's appearance at all, and then lowered his head and continued to say to Veronica: "So, what do you think of the next Tiyì?" ”

Veronica held her numb wrist with one hand, and looked at Amman in the black light curtain with a heavy face, she didn't expect that this priest had been hiding clumsily on weekdays, at least judging from this spell, the other party's strength was probably not as good as Andesa's.

The huge contrast in strength made her heart cold for a while, one Andesa had already asked them to deal with it with all their might, plus the other one, Veronica really couldn't think of any chance of winning.

But just as she lowered her head and her mind turned sharply to seek a way to turn defeat into victory, Brando's voice suddenly rang out:

"Don't listen to him, that's just the power of that book, the Wall of Chaos only has three chances of absolute defense, I bet that guy won't be able to do it a second time!"

Veronica's voice was startled by the young man's voice in the distance, and although she didn't dare to believe Brando's words, when she looked up, she saw Amman's look as if he had seen a ghost - although the latter was more like a 'ghost' in the usual sense of the word - but the priest who betrayed the Temple of Fire was obviously in no mood to pursue this at this time, and when Brando said that, he was almost buzzing like his head had been hit by a meteorite.

Because Brando didn't say a word wrong.

Although the Blue Sword Saint is a female streamer, she has a lot of experience in being able to get from the battlefield to this point, and she knows that what Brando said is true just by looking at Amman's expression, at least most of it is true. She immediately had a plan in mind, and immediately grabbed her sword and rushed towards the other party.

Amman was already a step too late when he reacted, and he cursed secretly: "Damn! Grabbing the smoky book in his hand, he pulled back, and at the same time released two black lights from his hand to try to stop Veronica's movements.

It's a pity that the gap between him and the Imperial Goddess of War is real, Veronica easily passed through the gap between the two black lights, and slashed at the black light curtain with a strong sword.

The light curtain flickered, and Amman panicked and thought about what spell he could use to delay time again, but it was at this time that he saw Brando in the distance take the longbow from under his cloak.

"Bastard!" Amman scolded that Brando's actions were just right every time, making him wonder if the two were partners who had been working together all year round, but he didn't know that with Brando's current experience, no matter who he cooperated with, he could make the other party handy.

As soon as the bowstring sounded, the black light curtain disintegrated.

Veronica immediately seized the opportunity to rush forward, but at this time, Brando stopped her: "Be careful, back off!" The Book of Mavikart is not that simple! ”

The female swordmaster had fully believed Brando's words at this moment, and for a moment, the place less than five feet in front of her was suddenly annihilated by the collapse of the magic power, and the rocky surface was turned into powder under the tremendous pressure.

After the terrifying shock, the square was once again filled with smoke and dust.

Veronica couldn't help but take a light breath and glanced back at Brando.

"Be careful, he's still going to fight back." But Brando's voice continued to come from behind the thick smoke, and he leveled the Earth Sword, his tone not looking so relaxed.

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