The Amber Sword

The golden-red sky was already dim. Within the room, the light of the candle swayed, shaking from time to time, shaking the rustling dust from the ceiling. After a long silence, Delphin finally opened his mouth.

"You're right," she said softly, "I'm afraid--"

Miss Riel looked at the prime minister without saying a word, and Delphine smiled softly: "Don't you ask why?"

"I'm just worried about you," Ms. Yinlong said softly. "You care about Mr Brando, why do you want to stay here alone?"

Delphin was silent for a moment, don't look over the window view-the golden sky reflected a thin layer of light on her face, her purple eyes seemed to reflect a gleam of light.

"Because I'm afraid of being honest, Miss Riel."

Delphin turned back and smiled.

"Frankness is like a sharp knife that makes me afraid to move forward—"

"That day he smiled at me in the crowd, and the crown in his hand seemed like a satire to me."

"But I just want to tell him, all I want to see is just the way his lies were taken apart."

Crystal tears fell from the prime minister Qian Jin's face, and she pursed her lips slightly, her lips slightly moist. She put on a touch of makeup and looked more dignified and beautiful than usual: "Why is he always so proud, and would rather take such a path than bow down to me, I want to stop in front of him, but my self-esteem lets I can't speak-- "

"Delphin," Ms. Yinlong looked at the girl silently, and said, "Yes, you are not always frank, but this is what makes you unique. What you really need to do is understand Others-you should understand that Mr Brando chose this path for noble reasons. "

Delphin smiled slightly and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Maybe I am in love with someone I shouldn't love," she said softly. "This is my perfect revenge, but the sharp dagger is inserted into my own atrium."

She stood up gently, and crossed with Ms. Yinlong.

"Where are you going?" Miss Riel looked back at her.

Delphin paused, turned back, and smiled slightly: "I'm going to be his queen."

With this sentence, she walked out of the room gently.

...

Brando knew that his time was short. It was a fleeting point in time. He could only—and had to seize the opportunity when that moment came—to kill the king of the world—the eternal giant. Dragon, Needhorn.

That would be a great cause no one else in the world can do.

But at this moment in his heart, there was no excitement at all.

The silver line of law extended behind him, under his feet, space and time isolated everything, forming a huge network, the entire top of the emerald disappeared, there was no longer a broken valley, no light, and There is no longer darkness; there is only a void between him and the green dragon, and countless silver lines are intertwined with each other, as if making up the whole world.

It was flowing time, and space superimposed on each other.

It is the universe itself.

The laws that represent the chords of time and space, each root locks all beings in this world, and any fluidity and uncertainty are made clear here. There are no other hypocrisy in the world, only the purest rules, countless rules, like the stars hanging in the sky.

And every bit of light is closely connected with the tiamat law and the world itself.

The axis of time represents the green dragon that exists at any moment. Its so-called eternity is condensed into a point in this world restricted only by laws, and it is no longer free.

The surface of each space constrains the existence of Nieder Hog in any parallel world. Its so-called immortality collapses into a flat surface under the designation of Brando, superimposed on a piece of thin paper. Above.

That silver plane continued to shrink, with the last two light spots overlapping each other.

The almost infinite existence of the green dragon turned into one at this moment. Perhaps in all the worlds, in all history, from this moment on, it is this green dragon that is closest to the state of 'limited'.

In a silent space, one person and one dragon face each other in the world formed by this overlapping point.

The strength of the two is so close, Brando's power of law is almost exhausted at this instant. Infinite time was nearing stagnation, and Brando knew that when the next moment came, he was the only chance for him to make a shot.

He will have only one chance.

But thinking is caught in a cycle of anxiety.

Nieder Hog's existence is locked in the next moment, and even at the next instant, even a microsecond, it will regain immortality. So, what means should he use to completely wipe out the existence of Nieder Hog in a basic unit of time?

That's a power that the Holy Sword can't have--

Brando was thinking about his own means. In order to think, he kept extending the line of time and let time stop at this moment almost eternally. One person and one dragon are deadlocked in this stagnant state.

He wasn't absolutely sure, and Need Hog couldn't move.

But time is always limited.

The hands will always resume.

But the power of his laws is getting closer to exhaustion.

Brando's eyes became complicated-was it a gamble? He closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to have made the final decision in his mind. But at this time, a voice struck his heart.

"Have you forgotten this vicious woman—?"

Brando froze slightly.

Within his time rule, only the creatures summoned by his travelling mage and his destiny card can keep time flowing with him, because they are considered to be one with him.

But who is that voice, not Metisha, nor Hipamila and Andreig.

A light door opened in the darkness.

A woman's stingy figure slowly stepped out of it.

The woman looked at Brando softly. She wore a dark gauze dress and a veil, but even with a butterfly-shaped black mask on her face, her purple eyes with shining wisdom could still see The calm but paranoid gaze of Prime Minister Qian Jin.

That's Delphine.

No, maybe it should be said that Fergie is inaccessible.

"Delphine?"

"Is it unexpected that I will be here, Your Majesty?" Prime Minister Qian Jin asked with a smile.

"No, you are ..."

"I'm your Brigadier creature," Delphin said softly. "Isn't it normal to respond to your call as part of the law?"

"But—" Brando took a deep breath. "You haven't really turned the mage into a rule and joined the deck of the dead moon."

"so what?"

Delphine chuckled softly during the time of infinite stillness, she was trembling with laughter. But the purple eyes always kept a touch of clarity, and gently replied, "As long as I can help you, can't I?"

She came to Brando, gently raised Brando's chin with gloves with black gauze, and looked at Brando quietly with deep eyes: "Don't owe me something because I hate you To me with that mentality, I understand why you did n’t bring me— "

Brando finally said, "You can't go, Delphine, I have another way."

"What if someone else was sacrificed because of that, for example, the little silver elf princess?"

Brando was silent.

Prime Minister Qian Jin slightly bowed his head: "Sure enough, I'm far less than your little princess in your heart."

"No, I didn't mean that," Brando replied, "but you're not even a real mages creature, I can—"

"Is it too late," Delphine looked at him with a smile, and she reached out a finger and gently placed on Brando's chest: "You can't move, right."

Brando froze and stared at the prime minister.

"Remorse?" Delphin asked softly. "Remorse for a moment, relenting, didn't turn me into a real card creature?"

She smiled slightly. "But it's nothing, I want you to remember, I'm your queen."

The prime minister lowered his head gently, and the purple lips put a kiss on Brando's lips, then raised his head, turned around, and slowly walked towards the green dragon Nieder Hog.

Brando could only silently look at the prime minister's back.

At this moment, whether he let go of the time or not, he seemed destined to be unable to change the result.

Nieder Hoog in the void was like a rolling mountain, and the prime minister looked like a grain of dust beside it. She turned around and finally looked at Brando. In the eyes of that moment, all love and hate had no meaning. In the eyes of the young girl, only the eyes with emotions remained.

She placed her hand gently on Niederhogg's body.

The Law of the Travelling Mage, on the creatures within the tiamat network, shows its absolute majesty-

‘Whenever inaccessible Fergie deals combat damage to a creature, kill that creature. ’

There was a long mourning in the deep space.

But when time begins to flow again, a myth about immortality and eternity ends at this moment. Like the end of a cycle, energy and matter, everything that constitutes the Bronze King, radiates endlessly in all directions, and burst into the void.

In the endless white light, the lighthouse of the dark world, the peak of the emerald collapsed.

The entire kingdom of the dead seems to be bathed in a pure and flawless white light, and countless energy, like a huge ring, slowly spread from the sky. Everything had disappeared, except that Brando was under the firm guardianship of the laws of space, and not far away was the black altar.

A small thing flew out of the light, and Brando caught it subconsciously.

It was a remnant of a piece of brooch with a purple poppy flower on it. Behind the surface of Mithril, there was a line of small words engraved on it:

‘Give it to Delphine.

——Missreal-Talaris ’

Brando looked silently at the brooch in his hand, and he blinked, and in this world of nothing, he had some sand in his eyes. He tightened his lips and took a deep breath.

Before turning around, Brando finally glanced at the white light center.

In that pure and immaculate light, it seemed to be quietly sleeping in the heart of a young girl.

Then he turned around and walked into the light gate without hesitation.

There.

It will be the beginning and the end of everything.

...

There was a faint roar in the darkness and the void.

Bel-Tiamas looked up suddenly as if in alarm. She looked at the hourglass floating in the dark, and the golden gravel was flowing quietly. It was already this time, and it seemed that the princess's ghost had reacted.

She woke up from the darkness, a heavy light reflected in her eyes, and there seemed to be a shooting star in the distance, and correspondingly, one of the rows of petri dishes in the field of vision became bright stand up.

"First."

Tiamas looked at the scene and said lightly.

She raised her hand and gently brushed her hair on her forehead, and her silver eyes flashed with a complex light. The black world is immersed in a silent peace.

But this is the last peace.

The void is shaking.

Tiamas picked up an upside-down frame on the table-she flipped over the frame and painted simple smiles on rough paper. One of them was so blurry that it was almost invisible. Tiamas gently stroked the man's face, and tears fell down and drifted into the darkness.

"Villefort, I hope you will forgive me."

Tiamas glanced over his two daughters again, becoming gentle and peaceful.

But in the end, she lowered the frame and looked up.

"it has started."

In the void of Bunosun, the witches from thirteen kingdoms, each led by a witch of the inherited moon, came to the frontiers of their kingdom.

The stars in the sky seem to reflect the light of an era.

Sophia looked up, staring at the silver wolf in the distance, and Esis's gaze looked cold and agitated.

"Time is up," the wolf's voice echoed in the void: "Sophia, why can't I really control the power of the tiamat rule, where is the final throne?"

But Sophia just smiled softly: "I don't know."

"what did you say?"

An angry howling rang through the entire elemental border.

But in the darkness--

Tiamas had already revealed her shape, and she silently watched this ancient battle. Behind her, in a long time, there was once given a special name-Gaia.

The significance of the existence of the earth lies in guarding the birth of life.

And that's where all hope lies.

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