The Amber Sword

Chapter 154:

Brendel had not seen or heard of his Element power before as described in his Character Sheet.

[Causality Reversal, Time Retrace or Space Distortion, these three Element Powers might achieve the same results. I know the description of the Casualty Reversal is ‘Sequence’, that alone proves that it could not be my Element Power. Time Retrace has to be related to the material I’m touching. My attacks need to first hit Kabias for it to work.]

The way of how an Element Power worked at the Gold-ranked tier was entirely autonomous. It had to be an interaction between ‘self’ and ‘target’. Any Time-Element related power was surely incorrect.

[There are many definitions of Space. It could interact greatly with Time Element. Order and Stability can be used to describe Space Distortion, but Vectors, Movement, Physical, Mind and Displacement are also possible attributes. The only thing that’s missing is Frozen, and that has nothing to with Space Distortion. The lower ranked Element Powers: Sure-strike, Refraction, Curved Route, Illusion, all of them are unable to lower the temperature or have anything to do with the description Stability.]

Brendel’s thoughts were interrupted as he felt someone approaching him. A scent of Aouine’s summer mountain entered his nostrils, as though he had crossed a bridge toward verdant greenery. When he turned around, he found Scarlett taking out her personal longsword she hardly used and handing it over to him.

“Here.” She said.

“Thank you.”

He obviously wanted her to join him. A Gold-ranked fighter would be viewed importantly anywhere. It was good that she was starting to integrate into his group and become more loyal. He had never intended on giving up on her, but the idea of having the Grey Wolves Mercenaries as the reason why she had to follow him was not particularly a pleasant one.

The only reaction he could give was a smile at her reply, before his eyes went back to Kabias.

Kabias’s supposedly short spear was in contrast with its huge body. An average human wielding it would find it to be a suitable length. The Soul Flames continued to burn the Skeleton Lord’s eye sockets, even though it did not move even a little. He knew that it was going to make sure he stayed here at all costs.

He cast a glance at the surroundings. “Scarlett.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Would you kindly lend your aid to Medissa? You can leave this place to me.”

She quickly nodded and walked away with her halberd raised over her shoulders. She looked at Kabias, who was somewhat in the fog, before she took another two steps and stopped.

“You can just give the order to me.” She said.

He raised his eyebrow and looked at her, but she had already run off into the streets and disappeared amidst the wafting smoke from the flames. He pleasantly smiled as he thrust his longsword onto the ground and folded his arms.

Kabias and Brendel glared at each other without moving.

=========== Medissa’s POV =========

Medissa had encountered a problem. The mercenaries had continued to push Graudin’s army into the inner gates with high morale and overall combat ability, but the last line of defense to the path leading to Graudin’s manor consisted of Graudin’s elite soldiers and an entire army of skeletons.

These undead skeletons had imposing figures to them, their white bones almost marble-like as they gleamed brightly under the moonlight. They were different from the usual skeletons, wearing flexible leather armor, wielding spears with a buckler, and a backup sword at their waist. They even had three to four Bone Javelins on their back.

They were now standing quietly at the backlines, but they had previously met the mercenaries in battle just a moment ago, causing extensive damage to them. They were Madara’s Elite Skeletons known as ‘Bonethorns’. They were Tarkus’s main infantry, a ‘higher existence’ amongst the low-tier shock troops.

It was also a fact that their existence meant a high-level general could also be somewhere nearby.

And standing before the Elven Princess was an undead Knight. One of the Four Horsemen of Revelations, the Black Knight and the Scales of Justice, the most dreaded and mysterious out of the four.

She could see the golden mask clearly; half of it was a crying expression while the other half was a smiling expression. It was a creepy symbol.

The golden eyes behind the mask were now staring at Medissa.

“Who are you?” Medissa’s eyebrows were slightly contorted. The earlier exchange between them made her realize her opponent’s power.

“Silver Elf” The Black Knight was surprised. His voice was full of appeal: “Are you also with that man? How intriguing. He is surely not Viscount Gaston, nor Bucce’s Brendel with a claim of Highland Knight. Even the Black Tower’s wizards would not be so knowledgeable about Madara. In my judgment, he’s more of an Ancestral Citizen—”

“Ancestral Citizen?” Medissa looked blankly at him.

He raised his head suddenly. In his eyes were the reflection of a bright fire in the south; a magic signal was raised into the sky.