Act 195 Final Moments (13)

Act 195 The Final Moment (Thirteen)

"Be careful!" Just as Brando was concentrating on dealing with Andesa's attack, Akane suddenly shouted from behind. The latter's heart tightened, and he turned his head warily, just in time to see a black light coming towards him.

Brando had almost no time to react, but his rich fighting experience made him subconsciously pounce forward. There was a sharp pain in his back, and he had already been shot.

"Damn it!" The pain made Brando grit his teeth and curse. At that moment, he had already estimated the attacker - the only possible attacker from that direction could only be the priest Amman; but the guy didn't die, which was beyond his expectation. In addition, after actually taking a blow from the Sword of the Earth, he also took a hit. You must know that it was a petrification loss.

"Damn, is that guy an invincible Xiaoqiang?"

In Brando's experience, the priest is just a cloth-armored profession, and it is absolutely impossible to survive such a level of attack, even for the undead.

He immediately turned around, and sure enough he saw Amman getting up from the rubble in the distance, with stones and rubble falling from his body. However, the priest who betrayed the Temple of Fire also had the same surprise on his face. He probably didn't expect Brando to be able to dodge his attack like this. "Huh?" He let out a light sigh and looked at it strangely. Looking at Brando, he said: "I have seen that even the most elite soldiers in the temple do not have such a keen reaction as you. It seems that you are not as simple as a little Eruin noble."

Amman is far away from Brando, but his voice can easily reach here. Brando knows that this is a spell of communication.

Brando secretly cursed nonsense in his heart, would he have appeared in this place if he was just a small noble? He checked his injuries - the green light pattern projected on his retina constantly refreshed the data and quantified the damage - Brando took the time to take a look, and it was less than ten percent of his vitality.

But due to the previous blood-feeding of the golden tree - or should it be called some kind of magic-devouring thorn - it lost too much blood, and the overall vitality status has turned into a bad yellow.

In fact, Brando himself could feel weakness slowly climbing along his limbs, and a heavy feeling seemed to drag him to the ground.

"Quick fight—" He shook his head, trying to stay awake.

The current situation is not good. Although a large area of ​​twisted thorns has spread on the ground, the Gray Sword Saint Mephisto cannot be said to have an advantage in the mid-air battle with Andersa; it’s just that the Wither Lord is eager to leave this area. , Mephisto responded calmly,

Just remain undefeated for a while.

"However, the frustration of magic power will quickly deepen. Andersa should know this very well. It will not be good for her if the situation continues. She will definitely look for opportunities to break the deadlock." Brando stared at Amman not far away, analyzing secretly in his heart.

He knew very well that the tree shepherd was not a good man and would fight to the death even if there was only a slim chance.

The battle above his head will definitely be decided soon, but he has no time to care about it now, because Amman is in front, and it seems that he has planned it in advance - otherwise he would not have pretended when he was hit by the petrified arrow. With the look of being shot dead, Brando believed that not only him, but even Andersa thought this 'companion' was dead.

"And this guy is now 'resurrected'; is it because he saw that Andesa was in bad condition? Or for some other reason?" Brando frowned. If it's the latter, it probably means that Amman already has it. Some kind of certainty.

It's like the manipulator came from behind the scenes to the stage. Unless he was forced to do so, or he must have the confidence to win, even if he thought so.

Where does confidence come from?

These analyzes were just a moment of thought, and then he heard the sound of footsteps, and Veronica had already stepped on the gravel to come to him - the square had been torn apart by previous attacks.

The lady also frowned, because she knew Amman better than Brando - to be honest, she didn't like this priest, the city was too deep - but such a gloomy person would never stand in front of the stage casually.

There seems to be a strong smell of conspiracy in the air.

Anman looked at the two of them with a smile, as if he had seen through their thoughts, "You must be curious about why I am here, but this is really surprising. Valhalla actually exists. Anyway, I want to thank you for your help." You have done me such a big favor." As he said this, he took out a book from his arms. The book was covered in black smoke. It looked like it was not a good thing, or rather, it looked more like some kind of evil thing.

"Amman, what are you talking about?" Veronica asked with a frown.

"Veronica, don't you understand? Valhalla has maintained the stability of the Ring of Trade Winds for thousands of years. As long as the potential fire is destroyed, not to mention Eruin, even Cruz will be greatly affected. It is such an honor to be able to destroy an empire with my own hands." Anman opened the book in his hand and said: "Besides, it is said that there is a secret about history buried in Valhalla. You and I are honored to witness all this."

"You're really crazy!" Ms. Qingzhi frowned. Although she didn't like to see the priest, she couldn't help but be a little surprised when she heard the other party say such words.

"No, don't you always call us crazy?" Anman shook his head and smiled sanctimoniously: "Actually, we are all the same. The Cruz Empire has been killing people for thousands of years to conquer. In comparison, our behavior seems relatively weak. It’s more noble.”

"It's such a strong word!" Veronica raised a pair of sword-like eyebrows, and the last sound of the last word "reason" seemed to be prolonged. The person had gone straight to Amman, one person and one sword, like a hazy field. Green light.

However, Anman seemed to have expected this. He opened the book page in his hand, and a black light curtain suddenly appeared a hundred feet away from his body. Veronica struck the light screen with a solid sword, but not only did it have no effect, a bright light flashed on the black screen and almost knocked the sword from her hand away.

The female sword master took a step back with difficulty before she could control the blue sky, but the huge force in her arms forced her to half-kneel down and let out a muffled groan.

"It doesn't matter whether you use forceful words or not. Veronica, if you have any last words, you can tell me. I will respect your choice." Anman held the book in one hand and looked down at the female swordsman and said.

He spoke in an understatement, as if the lives and deaths of everyone present were under his control.

But at this time, Andersa, who was fighting fiercely with Mephistopheles in mid-air, became even more dissatisfied when she witnessed all this, especially when she discovered that this 'companion' had the ability to easily defeat the opponent, but had to pretend to be dead to make herself embarrassed. Unbearable time.

Even though she understood that the so-called 'cooperative' relationship between the two was not worth mentioning, at this time, the Wither Lord couldn't help but roared: "Hamil, why don't you kill those guys quickly, why are you wasting your time!"

But at this moment, Anman just raised his head and glanced at the sky, as if he didn't care about the woman at all, then lowered his head and continued to say to Veronica: "So, what do you think of my proposal?"

Veronica held her numb wrist with one hand and looked at Anman in the black light screen with a sinking face. She had no idea that this priest had been hiding his clumsiness, at least from now on. Judging from this spell, the opponent's strength may not be inferior to Andersa's.

The huge contrast in strength made her heart freeze for a moment. One Andersa already asked them to deal with it with all their strength, and with the addition of the other one, Veronica really couldn't think of any chance of winning.

But just as she lowered her head and thought about how to turn defeat into victory, Brando's voice suddenly rang:

"Don't listen to his nonsense. It's just the power of that book. The Wall of Chaos only has three chances of absolute defense. I bet that guy won't be able to use it the second time!"

The young man's voice came from afar and Veronica was startled. Although she didn't dare to believe Brando's words, when she raised her head, she happened to see Anman's expression as if he had seen a ghost - although in comparison The latter is more like a 'ghost' in the usual sense - but the priest who betrayed the Temple of Fire was obviously not in the mood to pursue this at the moment. When Brando said those words, he felt as if his head had been hit by a meteorite. There was a buzzing sound.

Because Brando didn't say a word wrong.

Although the Blue Sword Master is a female, she has a lot of experience in getting to this point from the battlefield. She knew that what Brando said was true, at least most of it, just by looking at Anman's expression. She immediately had a plan in mind, grabbed her sword and rushed towards the opponent.

When Anman reacted, it was already a step too late. He cursed secretly: "Damn it!" He grabbed the black smoke-filled book in his hand and backed away. At the same time, he released two black lights from his hand to try to stop Veronica's actions.

It's a pity that the gap between him and the Imperial War Goddess is real. Veronica easily passed through the gap between the two black lights, and struck the black light screen with a solid sword.

The light curtain flashed, and Amman was panicking about what kind of spell he could use to block it again to delay time. But at this time, he saw Brando in the distance taking off the long bow from under his cloak.

"Asshole!" Amman yelled. Brando's actions were just right every time, which made him wonder if the two were partners who had been working together all year round. However, with Brando's current experience, no matter who he cooperated with, he could make the other person comfortable.

As soon as the bowstring sounded, the black light curtain collapsed.

Veronica immediately seized the opportunity to rush in, but unexpectedly Brando stopped her at this time: "Be careful, step back! The Book of Mavicart is not that simple!"

The female sword master completely believed Brando's words at this moment. She stopped for a moment. In a moment, the place less than five feet in front of her was suddenly annihilated due to the collapse of magic power. The rocky surface turned into powder under the huge pressure. If it had been before If she took even half a step forward, she would be shattered to pieces.

After the terrifying shock, the square was once again filled with smoke and dust.

And Veronica couldn't help taking a breath and looked back at Brando.

"Be careful, he still has room to fight back." But Brando's voice continued to come from behind the diffuse smoke. He leveled the Earth Sword, and his tone did not seem very relaxed.

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