MTL - The Amber Sword-v6 Chapter 531 Throne of Death VIII

There is chaos on the battlefield.

The northern sky was burning in flames, and the sky was dazzling with thick black smoke. The scorner, Tuster, resembles the corpse of a mountain on the horizon. The crystalline body is full of winding vines, and a crack-filled hollow penetrates its body, staring quietly at the front—

There, the faint canopy of Valhalla is regaining its luster, and the dazzling beam of light that leads directly to heaven and earth is engraved in the memory of everyone who witnesses it. The roots of the giant trees were re-inserted into the land, and the magical glow of Yingying flowing under the plateau can be seen from dozens of miles away.

But Valhalla was almost the same as withdrawing from the fight.

The figure of the high-ranking lord of the crystal cluster inserted directly into the cloud stood on the other side of the giant tree, and was constantly attacking the protection of Valhalla. Each time it hit the hemispherical light net, it made the contention fortress shake violently. The Valkyries have taken off and taken off, riding around and attacking Farah, but from a distance it looks like a silver light spot next to an amethyst mountain. Thousands of purple light bursts suddenly appear on the huge body of the errata Farah. , A bunch of purple streamer light burst out, the Valkyrie was drowned by the purple sea of ​​light, and someone was hit and dropped from time to time.

A silver arc suddenly penetrated the purple sea of ​​light, Turaman finally completed his spell, and the surface of the crystal, which was dozens of feet wide, collapsed. Fala screamed in pain, as if the shock wave swept over, and the sea of ​​clusters within a kilometer of the surrounding area was short.

And this is just a silhouette on this vast battlefield.

The thick smoke and dust mist almost covered the entire battlefield. People have lost contact with most troops. People on the battlefield can often only fight for themselves. Fortunately, the crystal clusters have also lost one of the three crystal towers.

The white lion knights who launched the shock have long been separated from each other.

But Freya continued to move forward, toward the other crystal tower in her memory. She was already injured and pushed away the corpse of a crystal cluster. Amidst the crackling sounds of Kacha, the sabre in her hand also broke into several sections.

Freya raised her head with some effort, still seeing the battlefields interlaced in the sky-crystal clusters, dragons, floating battleships, gryphon knights and flying cavalry wandering across the wide airspace.

But the entire battlefield has long been indistinguishable, and has reached the most intense stage.

Among the earth-shattering thunders, the sun seemed to rise in the sky, and the bright light even lit the clouds. The huge black rhombus crystals are slowly falling through the clouds from the air and sloping into the ground. A dazzling flash of light burst out on the surface of its rhombus crystal, and silver dots were crashing into the huge body like a floating city.

And every light spot is a floating battleship--

The Bancias, the Elunes, and the Bugans execute their tactics. A floating ship is gradually leaving the formation, firing artillery to salute everyone before leaving, and then in the vague tears of people The last flash of light across the sky.

Fiztom, the incomparable black king in seven eras, has come to an end on this mortal-led battlefield.

In an astonishing hollow above his huge body, a fragmented silver elven lord slowly stood up. He is the hero of the silver elves in this era and has experienced countless wars. But here, this may be This is his last stop.

With one hand on the edge of Fizztom's broken surface, he took off the helmet against the sound of hunting winds above the plateau, dropped it afar, the helmet rolled and disappeared under the clouds.

The silver blood ran down his forehead, and Noon wiped it with his hands, and there was also silver blood on his hands. His companion, his comrade in arms for thousands of years, the body of the dragon beast quietly lay in the hollow.

That was the final glory of the Dragon King Cavalry--

He pulled out the long sword and also dropped it. The long sword drew an arc in the clouds and gradually turned into a shining light spot. Dragon King cavalry will never leave their weapons to the enemy, even after they die.

Noon suddenly remembered the holy war that was thousands of years ago.

He stood in the valley and watched his father and brother leave. The elves sang hymns and walked out of the valley where they were born. Many people never came back.

That was the age of glory.

It was also an ancient battle.

For such a moment.

The light above the clouds is gone.

Freya narrowed her eyes fascinated by the dried up blood, and the sky returned to the blood red color. In the center of that airspace, there was a beautiful silver ring.

But it is not a decoration, but the battlefield between the wizard king Solomon and Helyanov, the two strongest wizards in the world, have to compete at such a time and place.

She looked at the gorgeous silver ring, and saw countless crystal clusters crashing into pieces and falling. Then he lowered his head, bent down, picked up another sword, and walked forward slowly.

Smoke and dust covered the entire battlefield.

But behind the diffuse smoke, the black sphere in the center of the battlefield has become more prominent, and a little coercion surrounds the entire battlefield-a deity is getting closer and closer to the world.

A dragon flew across the battlefield from a low altitude. They were converging from all directions, and Mithril led the dragon group to the transmission channel from another direction. The dragons have decided to stop its formation at all costs.

A deity's power-even if it is no longer favored by Tiamat's law, but it is not comparable to mortals, it is a power level far above the black king Fiztom.

But a shadow was cast in front of Mithril.

Yark the Invisible.

A giant crystal wasp flying in the sky with vibrating wings blocked the dragons.

Vladimir, who was repulsed by Solomon, stopped suddenly. Although he looked a little bit embarrassed, he had a bruise on his cheek, and even a piece of red robe, but he took a gleeful look at the dragons in the distance and suddenly laughed: "The King of Wizards is worthy It ’s the King of Wizards, Solomon. Your time even obscures the light of each of us. People even consider you to be the most powerful wizard in the history of the Bugatians-although a little jealous, I ca n’t help but admit it fact."

Vladimir-Heliyanov's tone stifled: "You are really strong, better than each of us. Unfortunately, you still can't change anything." He raised his hands and said loudly, "Look Look around. Are you stronger than the gods? "

Solomon looked at the man silently.

In a long time, he, Thurando, Yuki, and this person, four people have supported the silver alliance of that era. Together, they experienced a break with the Miner, and joined together against Tumen, the most powerful spellcaster in the history of mortals, to jointly formulate a thousand-year order on the continent after the war of the saints. Watching the continent left by Martha above the sky.

But to his sadness, his old friends drifted away from him.

Yuki broke up with others long ago and died in a large glacier.

Although Governor Sirand did not support the idea of ​​the Sasard, he was emotionally closer to the Red and Blue Alliance.

And the rest of this person.

It is far away from them--

"Vladimir," Solomon said quietly, "for the sake of the past, I don't want to kill you with my own hands, go down to the Eruin and the wind elves, at least people will still remember the pride of the Sazard. . "

"This joke is not funny, Solomon, let me apologize to some mortals?" Vladimir sneered: "Do you know why other people don't agree with your ideas, because we are Buga people, born to be high above us? of."

"No one is supreme, Vladimir, your strength comes from Tiamat, and Lord Martha's grace belongs to everyone in this world, not you and me."

"But that's what we deserve!" Vladimir roared, "I worked tirelessly to learn the truth and knowledge of this world, and then I gained the power and status I have today. All this is the result of our efforts. What is on an equal footing with us? "

"Just what you see right now," Solomon replied, "In this war, mortals don't shed a drop of blood than we do, but they get much less than us-we owe them, Vladimir. "

"You're crazy, Solomon!"

"Crazy you."

Solomon replied word by word.

He slowly closed his eyes: "I said one last time, Vladimir, to face your own fault. You know who should be held responsible for this, the glory of the Sasardes comes from reason and knowledge , Not arrogance and arrogance. "

Vladimir smiled coldly: "If I say no."

Solomon opened his eyes at once, and the majestic and indifferent silver eyes in his eyes no longer existed--they remained, a pair of eyes shining with golden light. It seemed that it was no longer the eyes of the Bugatians, but the eyes of a pair of dragons, and Vladimir's last words were swallowed back in terror.

"Sanctified blood!" The Sazardian wizard leader screamed in horror: "This is the power of being, how could you possibly touch this level!"

Solomon looked at him indifferently.

Mottled long hair turned white in an instant.

He only reached for one finger.

Vladimir's expression was fixed at the last moment. He watched with horror at the crack of the eyes of true knowledge in his hands, and then the silver rule lines around his body disappeared one by one, and finally his own The sense of existence gradually faded, his body was like sand and gravel, and died with the wind.

At the last moment of his passing, Vladimir suddenly thought of a word.

Supreme Rule.

destroy.

Solomon finally glanced at where Vladimir disappeared, sighed softly, closed his eyes, and did not open again for a long time.

...

There was chaos in the city of Valhalla, when the whole fortress trembled again. In the hall of the tree, Haruze was crippled, and the crown on his head also fell to the ground, and his bones rolled away, until he held it with one hand and picked it up again.

Haruzer looked at the man blankly.

Count Oding came over, handed the crown to his hand, and said softly, "Your Majesty."

"Count Odin, you ..."

Ou Ting looked around, with some emotion: "I haven't been here for a long time after the royal party and Her Royal Highness have been hostile, but there hasn't been much change after the war with Ampelsel. I still remember here The meeting with His Royal Highness Princess and Count Tonigger, nothing has changed, only the King ’s Party itself has changed. "

He looked at Haruze with a kind look: "Of course, your Majesty has also changed, and the first King must be comforted by your growth in the underground."

Haruze held the crown in his hand and stood silently. He also remembered his father, his long time, and his sister's childhood. In retrospect, there was some discoloration.

Outing looked up at the Hall of Trees. His gaze looked far into the long glass arch window, where there was the green canopy of Valhalla, the overcast horizon, and occasionally a flash of lightning across the sky. Beyond the walls of the Valhalla Fortress, the high figure of High Lord Farah is fighting the Valkyrie, intertwined with silver and white electric light.

After a moment, he whispered, "Your Majesty, the King's Party has done a lot of wrong things, but I still remember the time of the King, and I still feel glorious for that moment. We have lost a lot, and those former colleagues have left us Go, or die, or embark on a different path; now looking back, those faces in the memory of the past disappeared one by one, leaving me only a lingering old guy. "

"Master," Haruzer said softly. "It's not about you. I understand your feelings for Eruin."

Count Odin smiled slightly, and his eyes were a little light: "Your Majesty, please allow the old minister to make a little contribution to the royal family of Corcowa at last, so that when people remember the term of the royal party at least 100 years later, it will not be just Feel shame. "

He put a stationery in front of Haruze: "In the news from the battlefield, the Bugatians and the dragons hope that our Eruins can pull out their hands to stop the advent of Klass, but we have just communicated with Bai The Lion Knight lost contact, and even Miss Freya was missing-- "

Haruzer stared at the elder, who was already a bit old.

"Master Earl ..."

Count Odin just watched His Majesty King firmly.

Haruze lowered his head silently, and finally nodded.

Count Ou Ting bowed down and saluted, but remembered the first time he granted the knight, and his vows under the sword did not disappoint.

In the captain's room of the flagship Akhenaten, Manrique watched quietly his commander handing over the command hand. Suddenly he thought of Count Orting's somewhat ordinary face. The other party was not an important figure of the King, compared to Macarro, Billy Woods, Everton, or even a break with the King. Overwell is not as good, but when everyone leaves the sinking ship and everyone is betrayed, there are always some people who still adhere to their original beliefs.

Because nostalgia for that share of flash.

Suddenly, Manrique remembered his original intention of coming to Tonigel, and the back that he would never forget. He nodded slightly and said, "Give them the fastest boat, order the fleet to prepare for cover, and be sure to do everything well."

The chief officer nodded solemnly.

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