The Amber Sword

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Morpheus let out a long howl. As much as it was music to Brendel’s ears, it was a daunting sound to the Northern Coalition Army. Suddenly, a pair of demonic wings sprouted out from behind Morpheus, and silver lines of blood were etched on his forehead as well — The Clans’ Seal.

“That’s enough!”

William could not stand it anymore. He roared. He had tried to eliminate Morpheus in one hit many times, but when Brendel just simply sacrificed the Martyrs of Radiance, all his efforts go to waste. That was not mentioning the difficulty to kill a being who has achieved Peak of Laws while being constantly being healed by the Grimoires of Life.

This deputy head of the Paladins finally understood the fact that he was on a doomed path.

Seeing the fearless look in Brendel’s face, he shivered.

His heart went cold.

No, there’s still one more chance.

But his movements suddenly froze.

For he saw Brendel pulling out a short staff, about three inches long and made of glittering gold.

This was the relic that Brendel got from Amman – the God-Slaying Cone, a Divine Artifact that negated the effects of all magics, unnatural powers and of course-

Elemental Power.

Now, he was going to return it to the Holy Cathedral of Fire again. But not in the way they wanted.

“No, that’s impossible.” William could hardly believe what he was seeing. How in the world could something so coincidental happen?

Legend had it that the Godslayer Cone made by Farnezain was the nemesis of all spells under one condition– it had to successfully strike the enemy for it to be effective. In the hands of an enemy of the same rank, it was like a nuclear bomb back in his world. However, if Brendel really met an expert, it would not be a problem for them to deal with it.

But it was different for William, though.

This guy’s face was ashen, and cold sweat uncontrollably dripped down his forehead. This was his home turf– he should have had absolute dominance over Brendel. But now, it looked as if he was just a miserable piece of fish waiting to be slaughtered.

This was his Extreme Plains. A world that was woven little by little from the Lines of his Laws.

But for the same reason.

He had no way to escape Brendel’s attack.

“This choice” replied Brendel, “was made by you.” With that, he casually thrust the cone into the greyish-white ground –

The Godslayer Cone hit William’s Lines of Law.

“Ah!” William let out a startled cry in dismay. The whole world seemed to shake in dismay as and Brendel stood up and drew the Halran Gaia from behind him.

He felt the world crumbling and William’s Elemental Power slowly draining away.

“You have one last chance to live, William,” Brendel asked coldly as he raised his sword which burned with the same dark flame, “What was the real reason behind the Eleventh Months War?”

Even so, he looked at Brendel with his bloodshot eyes and snarled between gritted teeth, “You want to know? Dream on…….”

“I….would never tell you!”

“Then please go to hell.”

“This…”

As the world’s boundaries receded, the landscape amidst the forest of the Anker Mountains quickly reappeared.

“…is for Her Royal Highness.”

Brandel stepped forward, and the sharp blade of the Halran Gaia slashed through William’s body, incinerating it with black flames. This Sword Saint of the Holy Cathedral of Fire raised his head with a miserable cry, the silver light in his eyes faded away, leaving an expression of anger and disbelief on his face.

At that moment, the dimension collapsed completely…