The Amber Sword

Requiem(17)

Once the Longhorn Devil died, the little devils – having lost their restraints – scattered in front of Nicholas. This wasn’t really surprising to Brendel; the devils from under the Sulfur River were not a proper army to begin with. They were chaotic, selfish, bloodthirsty, cruel, and not necessarily willing to go to war to fight for the benefit of the masses, especially for the Imps, who preferred to slaughter unarmed civilians.

The Lantonilan knights finally slaughtered a bloody path up to meet with Brendel. The knights suffered heavy casualties; almost everyone was wounded and their numbers were reduced by more than half. They haven’t given in purely because Brendel’s god-like attack injected a powerful dose of confidence into everyone.

Casualties were to be expected, but what was really inspiring was the Door of Flame that had turned into thousands of sparks floating in the rain – no one dared to believe that they had done it.

But, in truth, Brendel actually did it.

Nicholas stepped forward and pulled Brendel up from the ground. By then, Brendel had almost fully recovered from his injuries with the help of holy water. However, the holy water didn’t help with the weakness that came after the blood loss. He helped Amandina up and looked at everyone to see the trust written on their faces.

“Master Garlock, teleport us to that portal near the beach now,” Brendel said.

Brendel was well aware of the habits of these monsters. As soon as he charged into the horde, he immediately pulled back again. From an outsider’s point of view, this was a strange move, but the Devil Warlocks’ next move immediately proved his wisdom. As soon as these monsters finished throwing the fireballs in their hands, he immediately went back in and started killing them. In an instant, the Devil Warlocks were scrambling for escape.

These were the lessons the players learned back in the day in exchange for their blood, sweat, and tears, but now Brendel had the advantage, and the unlucky ones this time were the devils. They probably never dreamed why any human would be so familiar with their fighting style – in fact, these devils who were already in such chaos were probably not even sure what to do next.

Yet Brendel knew.

That was the difference.

Garlock’s teleportation spell was soon a huge success. The Longhorn Devils had organized a counterattack, but the Elementally Enlightened swordsman and the two great masters who were Elementally Activated on the scene rendered their efforts futile. Other than killing a few knights, the devils failed to achieve anything. The humans soon approached the portal. Once again, Amandina outperformed expectations and identified all the nodes in barely a minute.

Such an ability impressed everyone. It was important to know that although Wood had explained the characteristics of the Flame Door to them clearly, the connection points to the Laws of Space on the portal were not fixed. To find it, it required not only knowledge of Magicite, but also a certain sensitivity to the flow of magic.

In fact, sensitivity to the flow of magic was the most important talent a mage could have. From this point of view, Brendel realized that the lady beside him seemed to possess a magical talent that was far beyond that of any normal person.

But come to think of it, people who possessed talent in Magical Weaponry were more or less gifted in magic. And as a genius in this area, it was reasonable to have excellent talent in magic.

Brendel’s thoughts were soon validated, and Garlock immediately saw the talent that Amandina possessed. In fact, he could not stop praising her. While searching for the third node, the old wizard only gave minor tips beside her, but Amandina was able to find the correct location immediately by relying on vague feelings.

Such an ability – according to the words of this Seeker of Wonders – was a mark of a prodigy.

Brendel could tell that this old man was tempted to take on an apprentice. That was a good thing, but only if they could get back alive.

The second portal finally came crashing down.

Everyone couldn’t help but cheer, but only Brendel felt the pressure increasing. He had exhausted almost everything, but there was still one more portal.

Two thousand meters away.

Countless devils were surging in.

Brendel looked at the distance. It wasn’t a huge distance, but it wasn’t close either, and for the first time, the word rift surfaced in his mind. Honestly, if he were asked how was he going to tear down the last portal, Brendel probably could only say, “With perseverance!”

“Or, just wait for a miracle.”