Brando watched the scene silently, the light of the falling meteor turned his cheeks pale, the sword of the earth Harangeya and the blade of the golden flame Odysphes clenched in his left and right hands, respectively, the tip of the sword drooped, and a golden thread extended from the blade to the tip of the sword, shining slightly.

The two men and one dragon were distributed in a huge equilateral triangle outside the elemental realm, and the dragon queen Gwendoline's eyes seemed to flow with golden lava, blazing, staring at the dragon 'Roman' of the dusk. Among the three, only Miss Merchant, who had the best appearance, stretched out her hand to the back of her head and flicked it gently, her white wrists shining in the light of the meteors, her long hair that was curled up spread out behind her head, and the dark brown hair, a trace of it, seemed to reflect the golden light at the edges.

She looked at the two of them with a smile, a slowly swirling black swirl in her eyes, a faint red glow flickering in the deepest depths.

The light did not flicker with a cold and cruel color, but some were just dismissive, as a matter of course, as if they were looking at two children who were inadequate.

Waiver -

Brando didn't think about it.

He's looking for an opportunity, and there's a chance, it must be. Odin knew the shepherd's plan, but he didn't stop it, and the man who called himself a fool was rarely wiser than him.

He must have known something, and left something behind.

"And what have I neglected......"

Odin, Trasiman, the Witch Queen, Tumen, all shadows flashed through Brando's mind, like chaotic silhouettes, but they brought him a hint of inspiration.

Fools.

That's right, Fool.

Odin's promise to the crystal, what exactly Odin promised to the dragons, why the Fool's Legacy is Tiamat, the dragon of war, and Alphes, the dragon of rage. And also...... Crystal?

The blade of golden flame buzzed and trembled in his hand, and in the dark blade lay an unyielding will, which was awakening little by little at the moment, resonating with the indomitable soul burning in his heart.

Suddenly there was a light in the depths of the universe.

The light was so faint that it was barely worth mentioning in this vast space.

Prometheus threw the fire onto the dark earth, and a golden thread stretched out of the flames. It parted the flames straight --

Like a folded line of fate, it is deeply engraved in Brando's eyes.

There is a great aura in the space, gentle and generous, and majestic, it is like a voice, narrated in the eternal history:

"Those who are my favorites are my people—"

The golden thread passes underneath Gwendoline, the queen of the dragons.

"Roar!"

The dragon queen Gwendoreen immediately craned her neck, spread her wings, and let out a howl. Brando saw golden threads appear on the body of the latter. The golden lines stretched out and spread between her thick scales, in the same direction as the texture of her muscles, buried in between, unusually beautiful.

Gwendoline's long howl was not painful, only a sense of strength, and a sense of exhilaration. When she reopened her bright golden eyes, the scales on her body had been replaced by golden dragon scales, and she swept forward with a single claw.

'Squeak-' The claws collided with the invisible barrier that opened in the twilight. Pull out five bright golden sparks.

'Roman' finally showed a look of astonishment.

Then she reacted and was shocked, "Damn." Crystal, you use the means-"

The nodes on the Tiamat network suddenly became shining, and in one of them lit up, a total of seventeen bright stars, which were arranged side by side to form the constellation of the Wisdom Dragon Crystal, and with this claw of the dragon queen, a blazing beam of light shot out from each of the seventeen stars. A merchant lady shining into the air.

What a blow it was.

Even from a distance of several miles, Brando could feel the unbearable heat, and his physical attributes were already sages, and he was only one step away from a perfect body.

One can imagine any of these seventeen beams hitting Vaughnde. It can instantly vaporize thousands of miles of qiē and completely turn a kingdom into scorched earth. The earth-shattering blow of the so-called sages was also too weak in front of him to be worth mentioning.

Brando's memory of the divine punishment recorded in mythology was in fact the power of the archangel Akroma had also demonstrated such power, and she had borrowed the power of the Holy Sword, which was much less powerful than this.

But when I think back to that scene, it always feels a little familiar.

"This is the power of the Holy Throne......"

Brando reacted.

The Holy One.

Gwendoline, the queen of the dragon, turned out to be the Most Holy One.

His body reacted faster than his brain, and when the seventeen stars representing the dragon of wisdom lit up, 'Roman' turned his attention, she stood in the void, stretched out her white index finger in that direction, dozens of black vortices appeared in front of her, and the next moment the beam with terrifying heat hit the center of these vortices one by one, and then held on to it. And at this moment, Brando's heart flashed like a flash of lightning, as if he didn't need to think about anything, a bright pillar of fire burst out from the blade of Odysphes in his right hand, from the top left to the bottom right, and a sword slashed towards dusk.

This sword.

Without thoughts, without scruples, as if there was neither front nor back, here and there, Brando felt as if he was in a world that was both slow and fast, looking at the tip of the sword in his hand, drawing a golden line in front of his eyes.

The anger in his heart burned, but the hand holding the sword did not waver in the slightest, the sea of his mind was calm, and at that moment, this universe revealed a secret in front of him.

Lines are intertwined with each other, whether it is Tiamat, the elemental barrier, the Vaynd continent, or even the blue ocean, the convoluted clouds in the atmosphere, all of which are intertwined by the line segments.

The lines of different colors tell different laws, the sun rises and sets, the tide rises and falls, the trade winds go back and forth, the mountains and rivers rise and fall, all things multiply, and the fire of civilization shines.

This is the sword of the Highest Realm.

At that moment, Brando clearly knew that he had once again touched the threshold of the Highest Realm, and even knew that this was just a flash in the pan, but it indicated that his future path had been paved, and there was only one smooth path left from the Extreme Realm to the Sage.

The mystery of the law is like a big book spread out in front of him.

It was a golden crescent.

Cutting a bright and dazzling narrow light in the dark universe, the laws of time and space have been avoided left and right in front of it, this sword seems to have a logical difference, it is in any position in space at any time.

Brando can fully consider this a sword like no other in the world, and no sword master in Vaynd's time can take this sword, even in Amber Sword, there are no more than twenty players who can escape in front of it for a lifetime.

And not just because it's the supreme sword of the realm of sages.

Also because it's Odysphes.

It's a pity that Brando is facing dusk.

It's Vaughnd's chaotic will.

'Roman' resisted the attack of the dragon queen with one hand, and with a flick of his right hand, five fingers drew a line in the void, and a sword light that was exactly the same as this round of golden crescent moon was generated.

But it was pitch black, like the thirteenth black moon that had fallen.

Dusk was annoyed by the back hand left by the dragon of wisdom, so her men showed no mercy, and all she wanted was to get rid of this trouble—but it was such a moment—that three vines suddenly protruded out of the void, and they suddenly grew out of the very close distance to the Merchant's young lady, crackling and wrapping around her snow-white wrists.

'Roman' didn't care, because the strength of the owner of this vine was really poor, except for this hidden kung fu that made her slightly surprised, she didn't expect that a person with such humble strength could hide so close to herself without letting herself find out.

But the next moment, her face changed.

Tiamat's network is changing shape, and the nodes above are transposing each other, looking like a delicate machine from a distance, and the gears on the machine are slowly turning, and the teeth of each other are changing shape.

The nodes were so far away from each other that each time they changed their orientation, the shape they formed swept across the thousands of miles of Vaynder Continent below.

If you look up at this scene from Vajnd, it must be a spectacular scene.

But it's a pity that no one present at the moment is in the mood to watch.

Twenty-four nodes make up the constellation of the Dragons of War in Tiamat's network.

'Roman' immediately felt the vines wrapped around her hand change shape, and she watched as circles of threads of law emerged from the space, then wrapped around her wrists, pulling her hands back.

Such an attack naturally did not cause any damage to her, but it caused the pitch-black sword light to deflect and intersect with Brando's golden sword light, and cut into Tiamat's network forever.

Tiamat's network soon generated a series of explosions, and the blinding light made everyone squint. The blast sent a blast through it, and many flashing nodes detached from the network, shattering and crashing into Vaynd's land below.

Brando's jet-black sword light staggered past him, although there was a distance of several miles, but a long opening was made directly on the side of his neck, arm and waist, and blood immediately sprayed out, forming a blood path in midair.

He didn't care so much at the moment, he recognized the man who had interfered with 'Twilight' - it was Andesa.

"Mr. Brando, the shepherd is not useless—" Andresa gritted her teeth and grabbed the vine in her hand, her eyes seemed to spew fire, and she roared at him, "We will succeed!" ”

"Be careful......

Brando wanted to shout at the woman.

…… (To be continued......)