Amber Sword-Chapter 857 - 161: Vaporization

The closing of the Cloud Wall indicates that magic power is backflowing, and the impact of the great tide is increasingly evident. Brand raised his head, looking at the Holy Multi-Headed Dragon occupying half of the sky among the mountains, and for a moment found breathing somewhat difficult.

Even if it's just a projection, this thing exceeds Level 100.

Both he and Otarais remained silent, pondering how to overcome the current predicament. Brand scanned the surroundings and noticed a massive rock not far away, feeling slightly reassured and began to consider the possibility of hiding from the Holy Multi-Headed Dragon's view behind it.

He took a deep breath to regulate his breathing, internally encouraging himself: There were more dangerous situations in the past in games, there's no reason to feel fear just because there's only one chance.

Like that time the surprise attack on Madara's Nirurish Castle and the subsequent Dragon's Nest war.

As long as every step is executed flawlessly, Brand recalled past experiences, feeling confidence returning to his body — the adventure-loving strands in Sophie's blood began to burn intensely.

He took another deep breath, reached out to grab the tree roots outside, attempting to quietly crawl out of the tree hole; under the layered canopy's cover, he could only hope to evade the gaze of that gigantic creature, Brand hugged the ground, preparing to inch his way out along the roots of the large tree.

"Little guy?" Otarais was stunned, not expecting Brand to be so bold.

"Staying here isn't a solution, that thing won't leave for now, it seems to have sensed something," Brand thought to himself: "I suspect that the Gray Sword Saint and Veronica aren't dead."

"What are you planning to do?" Even though it was internal, due to environmental influence, Otarais instinctively lowered her voice.

"First, get behind that rock, and then see if we can use the surroundings to leave this place. Once we're three or four miles away, the Holy Multi-Headed Dragon should be unable to notice movements beneath the forest."

That's quite a distance, you're that confident? — Otarais looked at Brand but didn't voice the concern. She knew since Brand has decided, he must have that determination, she saw a flicker of adventure burning in this young Lord's eyes.

This version of Brand was outside of Otarais's understanding but appealed to her more than the steady and rational Brand.

Brand silently crawled out of the tree hole with caution. He lay on the ground like a lizard in mud, not daring to breathe more than necessary, sometimes even feeling a prickling sensation on his back.

Even though the weather was clearly cold and dry, sweat couldn't help but slide down his forehead.

Brand took several minutes to crawl out of the tree hole and nearly a minute more to turn his head. After completing this, he remained still, feeling his heart beating emptily and forcefully, rhythm after rhythm, echoing loudly.

Brand waited about half a minute, yet the Holy Multi-Headed Dragon standing in the valley seemed to notice nothing here. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and reach toward the inside of the tree hole to Qian:

"Come up, Qian."

Qian, standing inside the tree hole below, was unaware of what was happening above, anxiously awaiting Brand's signal. When she raised her head and saw Brand extending his hand toward her, she hesitated for a moment before placing her hand in Brand's.

"Qian, no matter what you see later, do not make a sound." Brand grasped Qian's hand, sternly reminding her, trusting this red-haired girl, but it's essential to prevent anything unforeseen.

Qian nodded forcefully.

Then Brand pulled her up from inside the tree hole. Indeed, the girl was shocked upon seeing the terrifying figure of the Holy Multi-Headed Dragon among the mountains, but she fulfilled her promise by not making a sound.

Brand gave her a thumbs up as a sign of praise.

But this was just the beginning of success.

Then he cautiously led Qian out of the tree hole, hunched over, using the roots crisscrossing between the tall trees to inch closer to the rock. From the tree hole to that rock was only twenty-three meters, a distance that previously would take them just a blink, but now stopping and going felt like enduring a prolonged century.