Scene 343 Under the Abyss I

The gray sky was disintegrating overhead like oats in milk. () Brando stood in the middle of the plain, looking at the body of the deputy head of the Knights Templar of Flame. The black flames on his body were gradually fading, like black butterflies flying.

"How is it?" Otales asked suddenly.

"It's dangerous." Brando took a breath. The final confrontation with Williams made him deeply feel the gap in his strength. Even if Williams did not fight back at the last moment, he would not be able to penetrate the deputy if he did not activate the Fool's fanatical talent attack. Head of defense.

In the end, he had to rely on his own strength to save his life. Anyway, luckily, he won, and that was enough.

Pause for a while.

Brando suddenly asked: "Master Otales, you already knew that Triximan's deck also had flaws, right?"

Otales smiled softly: "Some things need to be experienced by yourself to be deeply impressed. Years of war have taught me this truth. It is difficult for a recruit to transform into a veteran without experiencing setbacks, little guy."

Brando was deeply concerned, and the moment Williams pulled him into the extreme plain, the absolute law of the Planeswalker was broken—Metisa, Charr, and other summoned creatures were all isolated from the world— In other words, even if it forms a cycle, Triximan's deck still has flaws.

Judging from the final result, he also won this battle by fluke. Fortunately, however, it was Williams and not some other stronger opponent who discovered the flaw, so it is not him who is lying on the ground now.

This means that he still has a chance to make up for it.

But the reason why he asked Otales that way was because he suddenly thought that the enemy of the Four Saints was not Odin, the Dragon of Darkness? The stag banshee Elaine told him that Odin is also a powerful planeswalker, but since the Four Saints can defeat Odin, it means that the planeswalker is not an existence above this world.

Otales seemed to see what he was thinking, and replied softly: "It is said that every planeswalker is pursuing a perfect cycle. Under almost perfect conditions, the law can form a world by itself. In this cycle , the power of the planeswalker is impeccable. Unfortunately, no one has achieved this yet..."

Brando knew her subtext was: Odin didn't do it at the beginning. Otherwise, they will not lose in their hands.

"Odin's deck is Darkness. That deck is much more aggressive than the one you have. That deck features the transformation of all elements into dark powers, which in turn are his At home, can you imagine the feeling of fighting the Dragon of Darkness, he is getting stronger and stronger, while you are getting weaker?"

"That sounds a bit like Madara.

"

"Don't interrupt, Madara's undead used to be his subordinates and admirers." Otales replied: "Odin doesn't have as many creature cards as Tumen and Triximan, all his cards are Artifacts, abilities, spells, and barriers. And his own strength is extremely powerful, so he doesn't have your poor little weakness, but we defeated him in the end."

"How did you do it?" Brando couldn't help being curious.

She was a little proud: "Because his core power is transformation, he must still use the artifacts and spells on the field to transform our power. His cards can quickly form a cycle, much faster than yours. He just needs to get started A cycle can be formed, and then the rest is to constantly filter cards to counter our attacks, and every time he counterattacks, he can draw dark elements from them to continue his cycle."

"Wait, you mean he doesn't have a land card?"

"Land cards are the weakness of the planeswalker, how could he leave such an opening. Little guy, do you really think that the land cards will not be attacked in your world? You forgot how you entered Williams The world? He has just stepped into this extreme realm. The real extreme plain is a complete world. It is the world where one's law is maximized. And the planeswalker's land card. It is on his extreme plain. In the plains—”

"Ah." Brando couldn't help losing his voice.

"So having land cards is a weakness in itself. We can't directly counter your land cards like a real planeswalker. But we can destroy them violently." Otales continued: "Odin is a genius, he designed This kind of deck that doesn't need land cards came out. But unfortunately, it also buried hidden dangers. In the final battle, Faenzan continued to dismantle his core spells, causing his elements to break. We have an opportunity."

"Can you fight back against the fate card?"

"No. Although in fact we can do it, it's not that simple. Because the spell that counters his spell will also be countered and transformed by his spell," Ortales said awkwardly: "We use a clumsy but capable The most effective way is to dismantle our own attacks before he counters our spells. Since there are no land cards, Odin has very limited elements to start the deck. Once his counters are not replenished, the elements will be Exhausted. That's why, at great cost, we won in the end."

Brando was dumbfounded, but he didn't expect the result to be so simple. But he knew that this was just what it sounded like, and it might actually be another matter. The Dragon of Darkness itself is stronger than the Four Saints. Under his attack, he had to attack each other to dismantle each other's spells. One can imagine how fierce the battle was at that time.

Brando only knew that in the last battle, the coalition lost nearly four-fifths of its troops. Those who survived became heroes later on.

He was shaken when he heard that, but he couldn't help sighing in disappointment: I didn't expect that even the power of the Dragon of Darkness could not escape the end of defeat in the end. In vain he thought that the planeswalker was an invincible existence.

However, he also had some expectations in his heart. What Planeswalkers pursue is the perfection of the ultimate realm. This is what Tumen told him back then. Now Ortales talked to him again, does the impeccable deck really exist?

Seeing his appearance, Otales couldn't help but chuckled: "Come on, little guy, you should have realized it too. How can you become a real planeswalker with someone else's card deck. Whether it's a planeswalker or a saint Whether it is a master, the ultimate goal of a first-class powerhouse is to open up his own law to the ultimate realm."

Brando nodded.

He looked up, and the extreme plains of Williams had all but disappeared. He stretched out his hand, and the palm of his hand was stained with some cold rainwater. The wind and rain from Mount Angerke outside were seeping into the world, and the sounds of the two armies fighting became clearer.

Indeed, it was time for him to go his own way.

He had hesitated. But also because of the needs of the situation. Eruin was in a precarious situation. Choosing your own deck means you have to start all over again. When you become a planeswalker, it is estimated that the kingdom will no longer exist.

But it's different now.

Ampere Sear already has another history, and Her Royal Highness has not compromised with anyone during this history, and Aruin also has a glimmer of hope. For the rest, he already has the ability to grasp everything.

Williams' world collapsed completely, and the sound of wind and rain outside became real again. However, at that moment, his figure returned to the torrential rain again.

Everyone in the forest saw the deputy head of the Knights Templar lying on the ground, and saw the sword of the earth. Brando standing aside.

There was a moment of silence in the rain.

From Williams pulling Brando into the extreme plain, to Brando killing him and reappearing, the outside world only passed for a moment. The hearts of Princess Griffin, Antitina, Metisa, Charles and everyone outside have gone through a journey from hell to heaven.

"My lord..." Antitina seemed to lose all her strength, and she couldn't help but slowly leaned back against the black pine tree.

"Mr. Brando!" Metisa's joy was like the voice of a lark, which could penetrate the forest.

"Ha," Charles stood in the rain with a slight smile on his face - just like when he and Brando went to steal the priceless collection of Duke Golan-Elson in Riddenburg ——That kind of sincere smile from the heart.

Andrig snorted softly. The worry on the face of the vampire puppet seemed to have just disappeared, and then turned into the warmest and happy smile: "My lord!"

The tall Ropar didn't speak. The lizardman lord only had firmness in his eyes. It believes in its lord as it would in the greatest hero of its clan. Because heroes never disappoint those who trust them.

Lubis's mercenaries cheered in unison, and the red-haired girl let out a long breath, pressing her hands tightly on her chest.

Among the crowd—

Only Princess Griffin closed her eyes, and the long eyelashes of the silver elf girl trembled slightly in the rain.

She clenched her fists, and at that moment she finally felt that Lady Martha had not abandoned this kingdom. It's like a mother watching her children tenderly all the time, watching them stick to the noble glory and belief for generations.

It's still raining.

And there were only seven Templars left, and their hands and feet were cold. They don't know how to accept the reality in front of them. He lost his companions, and even the deputy commander died here.

The most noble blood of the Cruz people wandered quietly on this remote mountain that they didn't even know the name of.

above the clouds.

The flames shone brightly, and another black tower wizard's square tower was torn apart in a violent explosion, and then fell down into the mountains of Alek.

The flying dragon cavalry of the southern legion is organizing the final charge. Under the rain, there are converging explosions. Under the golden light and shadow, they leave their last silhouettes. The knights of the kingdom will eventually give their greatest courage in this battle.

They are not even the first-line legion of this ancient country. But it showed a will commensurate with the elite.

Taylor withdraws from the battle.

The Iris withdraws from the battle.

The cabin of the Rorpo caught fire, followed by an explosion.

The Vaughan crashed.

Nosta felt that the wound under the armor was about to be torn open. The shoulder of the dragon he was sitting on had a huge gash cut by the shrapnel, and the tail and wings were also scorched. The severe pain tormented every inch of his nerves, but he knew that he must not take a step back. The battle between the Templar Knights and Brando and his party was decisive. Before that, they had to prevent the Cruz fleet from covering the entire area with firepower. On the central position of the princess army.

But the Army of the Confederates had nearly done their best.

Without reinforcements, it seems that the outcome is far away. Although the northern coalition forces were slowly retreating above the ground, the monks and soldiers of the Temple of Fire above the sky seemed like endless meteors in the rain, outlining a nightmarish scene.

There was a row of crisp sounds in my ears.

It was the salvo of the fusiliers on the artillery deck of the Perrin, and Nostra felt a huge force hit his chest, but he held on tightly to the reins. On one side, several comrades fell from the air.

"I've tried my best."

He looked up, as if expecting to see the bright light of the Ring of Tradewinds. But the storm obscured the entire sea off Amperesel. The sky and the earth are together, and there is darkness under the clouds, and the sunlight can hardly penetrate through the dark clouds.

There is no light in darkness.

Nosta narrowed his eyes.

suddenly--

There seemed to be fleeting points of light in the darkness in the distance. In an instant, a hole seemed to be torn in the weakened magic shield of the Perrin, and a ball of fire lit up on the Cruz flagship.

Explosions, flames, splintered pieces of wood rose from the deck.

"It's shelling!"

Nuo Sida seemed to have a jolt and suddenly woke up. How could there be shelling? Could it be the accidental injury of the Cruz people? No, he suddenly remembered that fleeting spot of light.

He turned around stiffly.

...

The Cruz didn't seem to believe they were under attack.

But Cornolia's Second Fleet was indeed being bombarded by unexpected heavy artillery fire from the flanks, and bright explosion flames exploded staggeredly in the sky.

The first salvo fell on the seven frigates on the flank. Especially the most fringe Bellaso, due to the lack of vigilance, almost all the shelling was absorbed by the side armor, and the entire battleship disintegrated in mid-air, turning into gorgeous fireworks.

The shelling continued.

An unfamiliar fleet was entering the battlefield from the direction of Holy White Bay. Fierce artillery roared from this fleet, covering the entire flank of Cornolia's Second Fleet like a storm.

The Cruz lost nearly one-tenth of their ships in an instant.

The huge fleet tried to turn around awkwardly, and they seemed to finally realize who their opponent was. That is indeed a fleet not inferior to theirs. The Eruin bought these battleships from the wind elves, and within twenty years, they spent countless manpower and financial resources to build this fleet.

This can be said to be the only army in this ancient kingdom that has the atmosphere of this era.

The Eruin Royal First Fleet is slowly moving forward between the clouds.