This path leads to the final demise in flames.
After the Lionheart sword penetrated the royal partys traitor, he moved forward and hit a metal astronomy instrument on his desk.
In the sad eyes of Sadr the witch, this holy sword of the Eruin was like a fragile glass, the blade was broken, turned into countless fine fragments, and shot in all directions.
“No—!” He yelled, his hair spread out, and the anger that burst from his heart almost turned the whole castle into ashes.
He seemed to see the illusion of the Dragon of Dusk in front of himself, and stared at him with a sneer.
Behind it is the destruction of the Sasard.
And the end of the world.
“No!” Sadr the witch screamed again in pain. He did not understand why a holy sword could be broken so easily.
And the powerful people of the silver people, this time can no longer save him anything.
The Lionheart Divine Sword indeed hides an unknown secret.
But that is a legend only known to the posterity of the Siphach family.
The purple lightning struck Antitina at the same time—
The power of the near sage shreds the body of the girl mortal almost instantly.
Its a story about faith and dignity.
Although weak.
But destined not to be at the mercy of fate.
No matter what you pay for it.
The choice of the humble is like the sword in the girls hand.
Rather Stick to your guns—
Antitina closed her eyes.
But death has not come for a long time.
She heard a gentle voice in her heart, calling for her sleeping consciousness:
“Annie, you are grown up.”
Within the room.
Sadr the witch looked at the scattered fragments of the holy sword, gathered together with each other, surrounded by an invisible force around the human girl; and his power, all elements and laws Power, all swept away by this invisible power.
A man and a woman, two figures flashed into the room one after the other.
Looking at him coldly.
Seems like a dead person.
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The Amber Sword book 6 Chapter 503 Line Hope V
As the lady slowly opened her eyes, she found that she was standing in a strange place.
“This is … somewhere, am I … dead?”
She raised her hand with a little hesitation, slowly reached her cheek, and pressed it, as if to confirm whether she was a ghost.
In the distance is the endless basalt surface, densely packed with square mountains.
The green lightning shuttled through the clouds, and the strong wind blew her long hair, which forced her to always pull the hair in front of her back with her hands. She raised her head, lifted her tattered skirt, barefooted, and lifted her feet-hesitated for a moment, but still moved forward firmly.
Dust and mud, rising in the wind, rolled over the girls skirt.
Amidst the sky and sand, there was only a lonely figure, hobbled forward step by step.
The endless plain—
Fragments of the holy sword, one by one, flew from the ground, like the dust in the wind, in the study room that was forced into the air, and surrounded by Miss Staff.
Bredel held the holy sword Odysseus and was staring coldly at Sadr the Witch. Beside him, Freya clenched her fists with both hands and lost her fist. She gritted her teeth and glared at the wizard of this silver citizen with red eyes-they should be guardians of order, civilization The carrier of the fire.
“You, who are you?” Sadr Witch looked at the two uninvited guests in shock and anger.
What about the guards? What about the other Sassadel wizards inside the castle?
He reached out and leaned on the side of the gray crystal staff, which had not been used before, flew into the air and landed in his hand.
The breath on the young man in front of him made him scalp.
Could it be possible that he actually met a young dragon clan king?
He drew five fingers and didnt dare to hold the slightest. The grey crystal staff in his hand pointed at two people: “Singularity of the universe, imprisonment!” This eleven-ring spell is the supreme achievement of the magic space law of the law. A singularity universe with trillions of galaxies slowly unfolds on all four sides of the space. The wind in the house suddenly rises, and books and debris rush to the quadrangular void, followed by tables and chairs, cabinets and bookshelves. In the end, even the ceiling of the room collapsed, and the bricks and tiles broke free from the shackles of the walls and converged into a torrent.
But Bredel was just a punch.
Even Odysseus, the Jinyan holy sword, was useless. He only handed the sword from his right hand to his left hand, then raised his fist, and introduced it into this singularity universe. He swept the cloth and shattered it. Straight through the void, in the horrified look of Sadr the witch, he punched him **** the lower abdomen.
The look fixed on his face was simply four words.
This is impossible—!
So one of the twelve wizard leaders of the Bugat, the King of Witches of Sasard, had no time to make a painful whimper. The whole man flew out as if folded in half, and smashed into the back wall. Among them, the masonry shattered to the ground.
Without saying a word, Bredel stepped forward into the diffused smoke, reached out under the gravel, and raised the gray-faced Sadr witch from the rubble with a sound.
He asked word by word:
“Do you still think mortals are weak now?”
The swollen-faced Sadr Witch screamed, “Holy … the power of the sage, you … you are the Lord of the Silver Dragon, Lord …”
“wrong answer.”
Bredel lifted the wizard leader up high, and then threw it vigorously to the ground, making a loud noise. The poor King of the Witches had flew out like a ball, blocking all obstacles along the way All crashed into pieces. Thanks to his being a silver citizen and being close to the existence of the sage, he didnt hit the bones and broken his bones. This is the case, and several bones were broken.
Seeing this scene, even Freya could not help but let go, she had never seen Bredel like this.
Furious, indifferent, and unforgiving.
But she didnt feel scared at all, she just felt calm and warm.
Because the anger in the heart comes from the promise, that is the true pride of a man and his lord.
Never trample on
The Sadr witch vomited a large amount of blood before rising from the ground, but he did not give up the resistance, grabbed his hand again, grabbed his gray crystal staff ten feet apart.
He understood that this time he encountered a strong enemy, and the opponents strength level was faintly higher than himself. He didnt think about who the opponent was, not the Lord of the Silver Dragon, but others. Still have such power? Of course, even in the most absurd assumptions, the Sadr Witch had never imagined that the other party was the knight of Her Royal Highness Princess, who was praised by the population of Eruin, and made Count Denel, the Lord of Tonigers.
Without him, just a mortal.
But mortal is destined to give him an unforgettable memory forever.
First Antitina.
It will be her Lord Lord now.
Sadr sank, after all, he had fought hundreds of times and even faced the man who made him tremble—the man known as Odin, the dragon of darkness. He erected the Staff of Grey Crystals, and read in large sections the taboo words recorded on the oldest documents, wind and lightning, flames and ice, all forming behind him.
He stretched out his thin fingers and hissed and screamed exhaustedly: “Give me death, elemental disaster!”
This is a spell invented by a dragon named Calamity.
Blue plague, elemental dragon.
The fourteenth ring is the limit that all living beings under the people of God can reach.
Curse.
As the King of the Witches moved, the ground shook within a few miles of the castle. Earth elements are being evacuated. On the avenue from Winomare to Silman, the ground is cracked, earth and rocks are turned up, and the living creatures in the soil have fled from their nests, thousands of them on the avenue. The businessmen had to stop and watch the spectacle.