This is just Oratus the Queen of Storms. What about Heliyanov, who is on a par with Solomon and William and known as the Big Three of Buga?
Is this the gap between mortals and silver people …
A light door opened in the dark sky of Lataki, and Solomon, Logar, Roan, Arcas, Ajani, and others stepped out in sequence, suspended in mid-air, and stared at Oratus on the ground.
Olats also saw these people.
To be precise, she only had Solomon in her eyes.
The queen of storm sneered, “Its finally here? Solomon, this is what you want? Winged Lion City is dead, and the death of the Sasard is just today, but what about you Just remember that the Bugatians themselves destroyed themselves— “
“Come on, Solomon, let me see the true power of your King of Wizards. Let me see the courage of you cowards, arent you trying to destroy the Sasaderians, why not dare to do it again?”
Solomon was about to talk.
But all of a sudden he stopped, everyone looked up subconsciously, but nothing strange in the sky—
only one person.
A young man in an earl coat and a long sword.
The strong wind howled under the dark clouds, his hair flying, his eyes staring at Otras coldly, expressionless.
Saying word by word in a smooth, indifferent voice:
“Orats, they dare not, but I dare.”
…
The Amber Sword book 6 Chapter 510 The end of the era (below)
“Teacher!” Huang Huo stood up struggling, her voice weak and joyful.
Bredel showed warmth and nodded to his students.
Among the people present, only Turaman and Solomon recognized the others, and others were in doubt. It wasnt until Orats helped them ask that question. “Who are you again?” The storm queen frowned and asked Bredel .
With his hands behind his shoulders, and holding the holy swords hilt, Bredel pulled out the sword gently, a light shining into the eyes of everyone present. “Holy Sword Odysseus!” Someone whispered.
Bredel pointed at Oratus with his sword and said, “Sassards have done so many good things in Eruin. You never think someone will collect debts, right?”
“By you?” Olats scorned.
“I dont want to talk nonsense,” Bredel replied, “to put it simply, after today, the Sarsalder Alliance will no longer exist.”
“A big breath.” Ajani frowned as she heard it in the distance. Apparently, a mortal tone made her feel uncomfortable.
“Is it big?” Bredel turned his head, but shook his head at her: “Its just good to give blood for blood—”
Oratsi smiled angrily: “Eruin? I havent heard of that kind of raspberry at all-” but her laughter immediately stopped, and the fear on her face quickly appeared. Because behind Bredel , a rectangular silver line appeared in the air, and tens of millions of silver cubes flashed away, sweeping more than half of Lataki in an instant.
It was a force that made everybody tremble.
And in this world, there is only one kind of power that can disturb the saints.
“Did you see that?”
“… Nothing wrong, then, thats …”
Solomon, Logar, Roan, and Akash were shocked.
The power of being
Only Bredel look was ancient, as if he hadnt heard anything around him, and he only sank into his sword. He held the sword flush with his chest, held the blade in one hand, and the next moment—his people disappeared from everyones vision, leaving only a residual image. Only Arcas captured the tremor of that space.
Like a long, narrow light in the dark.
Oratsis face changed drastically, and the golden light in the depths of her pupils became bigger and bigger. She released the thunder desperately, and the square thunder light flickered. Olats screamed, rolled to one side, and the dark gold blade crossed it, bringing a blood line on her arm.
Oratsi swipes his teeth and swipes his hand back. The Thunder Whip passes by Bredel place, but Bredel disappears one step before, and is still a flash sword. Oratsi retreated with fear in her heart. She was not afraid of Sky Striker, but the power of being had already scared her heart.
She only wanted to leave this place, but suddenly, her heart throbbed like never before, and the alarm bell rang.
Oratsi turned sharply immediately, and was amazed to see an equally narrow sword light.
“This is impossible—!”
Oratus felt like she was going crazy. How could there be such a sword in this world?
In the eyes of others, it was a sword cast by the afterimage left by Bredel . It also straddled space and was also a flash sword. That looked weird, and there was no logic at all-but the afterimage didnt make sense with Oratus, and it suddenly flashed. Oratth almost fluttered forward with all his strength, and was groundless on the ground. Rolled away to avoid the sword.
But a wound was left on the lower abdomen.
She gritted her teeth and held the lower abdomen, but Bredel himself had appeared behind him again. With a sword cut, Olats broke his heart, reached out to block, and three fingers flew up. She screamed in pain and hugged her hand.
However, Bredel himself disappeared again, and where he had previously flashed, the afterimage was holding up Frost Singer Sina.
“No!” Oratths shout was filled with despair.
This is the fastest sword in the world.
Beyond everyones imagination.
Bredel didnt even really use the power of existence.
The body flashes, then an illusion appears, and each offensive is reduced to two. Space flashes and phantoms flooded this small area at the same time. For a while, the shadow of Bredel beside Oratus flashed at least seven times in a row.
It was a storm of sword blades, it was a flash sword, but it was also a dagger after the wind.
Olats bowed her head dullly, looking at a sword injury on her chest, silver blood flowing out—
Bredel stopped in front of her, pointing his sword directly at her neck, and a chill passed through the blade to make the queen of the storm slap.
Bredel was silent.
But the results speak for themselves. After entering the realm of sages, this was the first time that he had combined two kinds of supreme swordsmanship, and the power produced did not exceed his expectations.
That was the hard work of the two sages, and the supreme inheritance of the Dragons. In the presence of these existences, a storm queen Olats was nothing.
But at this moment, Bredel mind was boiling.
In the distance, Huang Huo clenched his fists with excitement, his eyes returned to the dark ink like Wen Yu, and his eyes shone. This was the first time she had seen a teacher cast such a sword in front of herself.
Bredel watched the blade in his hand silently, reaching against Oratuss white neck.
At this moment, many things flashed through his mind. Those ridiculous, simple, naive vows, heavy sense of responsibility, tears of joy and regret coexisted in two simple words-memories. As for Eruins responsibility, thats all there is to it. The only thing left is lingering guilt. After all, he still disappoints someone who trusts him.
That sincere, idealistic young man, he originally thought that time would make the Knight of Lantonilan mature, but time once again made a joke with him. Maybe this is Marthas special protection for Aike. This young man fell twice in the brightest years of his life, without even seeing the most ugly nature in the world.
Some things are destined to be engraved on the monument, but the ideal person should become a note of history, so that people can see the sublime flashes outside reality. Although they are fragile, they actually exist, even more than power and Power is more easily transformed into something eternal.
This is the pursuit of civilization for beauty.
But even so, Bredel would definitely not allow those black hands who are conspiring behind the plot to escape, they sacrificed to the ideal, and he let them die.
Since you believe in power.
Let me show you the real power in this world.
Suddenly, Olats wanted to understand something and laughed abruptly: “I see, you are the ancestors …”