Amber Sword-Chapter 854 - 159: Convergence (First Update)

"Hmph, a lackey of the Cruz people—he's getting what he deserves." The Gray Sword Saint said indifferently. At this moment, their conversation didn't quite seem like enemies—if it weren't for this man with a head full of gray hair pointing his giant sword at Brand: "Well, since you know you can't escape, just come with me obediently."

Otarais was taken aback, thinking this guy was really stubborn. But just as she was about to take out the brooch given to Brand by the Regent Prince, she suddenly heard Brand speaking to her in her mind:

"Something is coming from the west, Otarais Lord."

The Female Knight raised an eyebrow without showing any emotion: "How do you know?" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"My Wind Spirit Spiders are disappearing en masse; it's coming." Brand's tone became urgent, feeling that the incoming presence was likely the BOSS, as the Wind Spirit Spiders almost disappeared without warning.

"Wait, something's also coming from the east." His tone suddenly changed.

Otarais's heart tightened slightly, "You mean there are two monsters?"

"It's hard to say, but in any case, leave here quickly," Brand reminded.

"But little guy, if you retreat at this time, that guy will surely act," Otarais glancing at Mephisto: "At such a close distance, I can't be sure to get out, your power is too weak, Sky Patrol can't be used a second time in a short period."

It was Brand's first time being assessed as having weak power.

He thought he was just in his early twenties; having Gold Level strength was already good enough to make ghosts laugh. What more can one expect? But he knew there was no point in arguing with this older sister who's been around for hundreds of thousands of years; indeed, in her eyes, his strength was considered pitifully weak.

He shook his head, "Swap bodies, let me explain."

Otarais didn't object, immediately retrieving her consciousness to the ring space she was in, Brand's consciousness took over control, appearing to the Gray Sword Saint as if Brand had momentarily dazed and then regained clarity.

"Something is coming." Brand looked up at him, his first sentence being alarming: "Your Excellency wouldn't want to know what's killing these people, right?"

Mephisto was slightly taken aback, about to say something but saw the young man pull out a silver brooch. But before he could see what the brooch was, suddenly the bushes next to him rustled, and two people emerged.

"Gray Sword Saint Mephisto!"

"Veronica!" Mephisto saw the newcomers and instantly, along with the woman, each took a step back in vigilance, drawing their swords towards each other.

"Lord!" This was Qian's voice.

Brand looked up, the hand holding the brooch stopping mid-air, he couldn't help but secretly cry out that this was bad, turns out the east came that old woman from the Empire, and she brought Qian along.

This was just making the situation worse.

But risk often coexists with opportunity.

Brand quickly noticed that Veronica and Mephisto, upon realizing each other's presence, focused entirely on one another, tense and ready for battle, almost completely forgetting others around them.

Thinking about it, in their level of confrontation, any lapse could be fatal.

However, the aura of tension between both parties was just the opportunity Brand needed.

He took a quick breath, hurriedly making a gesture to Qian standing next to Veronica, signaling her to come to his side quickly. In Brand's senses, the number of Wind Elves in the west was rapidly decreasing, fearing the BOSS might spring from the forest.

He didn't care whether Veronica and Mephisto lived or died, but he was no longer a player dying once and dropping a level; if that BOSS targeted him, there wouldn't even be a place to cry.

At this point, all of Veronica's attention was not on Qian, and the red-haired girl naturally noticed too. In fact, when she saw Brand, she couldn't help but want to run over—if not worried that Brand might blame her for bringing Veronica over.

However, seeing Brand seemed not to mind, the weight in the red-haired girl's heart finally dropped with a crash. She breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously walked over to Brand's side, somewhat reassured looking at her lord.

Yet what she didn't expect was, she hadn't even stood steadily when Brand grabbed her hand: "Quick, let's go."

"Ah!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Despite being amidst the snow, Qian felt as if there was a stream of warmth flowing from the hand into her heart and face, making her cheeks flush as if they caught fire.

But she lowered her head, pretending to be calm as she spoke.

Brand nodded, first turning back to glance westward, then looked at the standoff between Veronica and Mephisto, and scanned the surrounding environment, pinpointing the direction they came from and ran in that direction.

Qian followed behind and held her breath, somewhat bewildered watching her admired lord pull her along.

Her mind was blank.

She felt like a marionette, unconsciously being pulled in a direction by Brand, unable to discern where they were heading, but only feeling as if making any sound would lead to death.

Qian heard her heart pounding furiously.

But at this moment, Brand was completely oblivious to Qian's anomaly, although he felt her actions were a bit odd, the worry about the thing behind him overshadowed suspicion; moreover, neither he nor Qian had the Torch—the Torch had been passed to Antitina when they left—and they, two at the Golden Rank, could only last a few hours without the Torch in the Frost Tide.

They must quickly return to the Holy White Stone.

But it was just at this moment, Brand suddenly heard a reminder from the Wind Elf Sister, Otarais: "Careful, something's coming from behind."

Then Brand heard a sharp whistle piercing through the air from behind...

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