But the vision only appeared for a moment.
The mushroom cloud has risen with countless smoke and dust. The shock wave pushed the cloud of dust rolling in, brushing into the forest, and then tons of dust and debris swept across.
Bredel responded very quickly. He stretched out his hand and pushed forward to open a net of space law, blocking all the dust and air waves, but even so, the mask was bent in a terrible amount. The impact is far greater than that of the previous clusters.
“Whats wrong?” Someone shouted in the roar of an explosion.
But the loud voice drowned his question, and at the same time drowned other peoples answers.
Bredel mind flashed the thought: Is there a third party on the battlefield?
Is it a reserve of Madara or an ally of the undead?
He looked back at Instaron, but the latter was as dazed as Targuss face, and they had never seen such an offensive and means.
Is this magic?
Bredel always felt a little familiar. He was wondering if the Bugatians would participate in the war. For the silver people, this was very likely, because their opponent was the Dragon of Twilight after all.
The dust quickly dissipated.
Someone screamed immediately: “Look over there!”
Bredel looked in that direction, only to see a cloud of white mist rising over the horizon, and a cloud of white mist rising up to tens of feet in the mist, as if there were thousands of horses, are gathering.
Thats the nameless.
Where they are …
Bredel heart tightened a little. He saw the rows of fog in the fog holding lances, wearing armor, and riding on a steed of clouds. The unidentified knight was walking out of the clouds:
They are in line.
The knights of the unknown lost their expressions and said nothing. A knight in a cloak and a crown above his head drove past the left and right knights. He held a long sword, and the translucent tip seemed to reflect The suns rays.
“Thats the predecessor, Eke …” Blanc called suddenly, in shock.
Bredel saw it too.
That is the Lionheart Holy Sword.
That scene seemed to coincide with each other thousands of years ago.
Above the plain, the flags shone, and the knights wore helmets and spears, and they lined up against each other, facing the Cruzers heavy cavalry.
The man was in front of them and shouted to them:
“Eruin, my knights, are you afraid?”
There was only one answer.
…
“They are here again, Your Majesty.”
A pale, slender hand slowly lowered the silver stalk, and she looked at the battlefield silently.
“That was our hero who slept in the long river of history. The sages have long since passed away, but they still shelter us, Isaac Qing, do you still think that this war can only be faced by us alone?”
“But I dont understand, Your Majesty, who are they?”
Tankou, the Highest, holding a mercury staff, said the name in an almost inaudible voice:
“Land Army.”
A series of pale knights were pacing out of the clouds, the long guns were like forests, the tip of the guns were shining with dazzling light, and in their memories of sleeping for thousands of years, the only answer haunted their minds like a ghost. within.
Whats that answer?
The horses started to accelerate, trotting on the battlefield, the knights held their heads up, and the gun tips were discharged in a row.
There was a white wave on the battlefield. They were galloping and engulfed with the force of thousands of horses. These knights, their faces are blurred, their bodies are illusory, and each face represents a profound memory during their lifetime. In the past, The present and the future are intertwined in their eyes.
They have no name, they have lost their nationality, and they no longer belong to any nation or race. Everything in their lifetime, together with their past, seems to have disappeared with the cloud of smoke.
And everything else.
Only exists for this answer.
The undead left wing stagnates instantly, and a pale cold light blade appears on the battlefield. It passes across the broad ground and cuts diagonally into the purple ocean.
Boom with it.
Bredel looked back at that moment.
“We also participate in the war.”
“Lord Lord, what do you say?” Meditis asked in surprise.
“Madala cant lose this war,” Bredel said to Metisha, “just like the decisive battle that humans cant lose on the Great Plains, Odin gave us a choice. Now we must Give him an answer. “
This answer has been waiting for a thousand years.
It was a long time.
But the four sages finally returned everything to the hands of those who should decide it. At that moment, Bredel suddenly understood the meaning of the Most Holy One.
ix: theher fans
The rusty clockwork is resetting.
…… (To be continued.)
The Amber Sword book 6 Chapter 181 Goddess of War
Bredel turned his head and looked at the others in the wind filled with smoke. :.
Taking a small breath, Huanghuo tried to calm her mood, and she replied: “Just like Madara, Jiufeng also fought with strangers in a long history. We have lost countless relatives, no matter where we stand, Teacher, I am willing to fight them. “
Fang Qi came up.
“Master.”
“You want to return to Yulong Holy Sword?” Bredel said the words in his heart.
“But our power is negligible.”
“It doesnt matter, I need you a promise.”
“The ghost car is worthless.”
“Even about the Emerald Mystery?”
Fang Qi hesitated for a moment and nodded his teeth.
A sapphire sword suddenly appeared in Bredel hand, and he turned it over and passed it. “I hope you dont let me down, Mr. Fang Qi.”
Fang Qis pale hand held the jade handle of Cuiyu.
Naguire grabbed Adenis shoulder that he wanted to rush up, and when he turned back, he shouted anxiously: “This is an opportunity for him to return to us the omniscient eye, Naguire, you what are you doing?”
The Elf Ranger looked at her and shook his head silently: “This is not an opportunity, Adeni, does the Eye of All Knowing Really belong to us?”
“But it …”
“Neither you nor I are its masters. We are only the people who carry it. The Eye of All-Knowing remains in the country of the desert because it chose Rubik, and it is the same today.”
“Then what do we do and what do we do?”
“Have you forgotten the teachings of God?”
“of course not.”
“Thats enough,” Naguire loosened her shoulder. “Wisdom is the power of silence. We must always see the way forward and understand who our enemies and friends are. Follow him. He is right, Madara cannot lose this war. “
“Hum!” Adi snorted, and she pulled out her sword and turned around. The bright sword pointed high up in the sky and shouted, “Knights of the Pullwing Knights, no … I mean, my colleagues in the Sunflower Mercenary Regiment, draw your sword. Go!”
“What is the Sunflower Mercenary Corps?”
“God know, dont question the deputy leaders ability to pick a name, do you know that her first cat is called Grey and Greys daughter is Baibai. Baibais son is called Heihei.”
“What about Heiheis son or daughter?”
“No, once the deputy commander did not hold it so tightly when he took it out, it flew away and never came back.”
“Thats sad.”
The knights could not help but jokingly pulled out the sword.
The wind brought the Rubiks conversation into Bredel rs ears. He glanced in that direction. The Knights of the Winged Wings. No wonder these knights are so high-quality. They are the Templars of Rubik and the guards. The core strength of the Temple of the Sun. Their status is similar to Cruzs Yan Family Knights, but the number is less than half.
“Mr. Blank,” Bredel said, “Miss Magdale will leave it to you. It may be difficult to take care of her on the battlefield.”
Blank nodded.
“Metisha, its up to you.”
The little silver princess nodded her head silently. She held up her right hand, and a flashing silver card was spinning in her palm, and finally turned into a long horn.