Chapter 607 - v3c372 Requiem(22) (1/2)

v3c372

Requiem(22)

In the last golden age, the Buga people created the statue and named it after a t.i.tan from an ancient legend of Traminer. This sacred weapon used to be an important tool for the people of Order in the fight against the Twilight, But ever since the fall of the final fort, everything related to it had disappeared into history.

However, related legends still remain. Its power and ability were still praised by the world, after all, it was one of the rare mortal weapons that could fight against the Twilight.

Until today, when it reappeared in this world. After the first t.i.tan stood up, a second t.i.tan followd suit. As soon as Brendel saw this scene, he immediately turned around and dahsed towards Amandina. Mesika, the King of Chaos seemed to have just reacted to Brendel’s movement, “The portal! Stop him!” It screamed with anger.

That was exactly what Brendel was planning to do. As soon as he saw the two t.i.tans, he knew that their chance for victory was close to zero. If so, he might as well find a way to blow up the portal before their enemies arrived.

Of course, the first thing he had to do was to revive Amandina.

Devard the Hawk instantly caught up, but Ciel blocked him, chanting “I command you to stop all that pa.s.ses through, Law of Wall!” He casted a spell with his uninjured left hand, and soon after, there was a force field separating the two.

The wall appeared so abruptly that Devard almost ran face first into it, but his agile reflexes made him stop at the last minute. He turned around and slashed at the wall. After a loud bang, the sword on the transparent force field did no damage.

Devard had no choice but to take a few steps backward and try to find a way around the wall. But this delay had destroyed his best chance. At that moment, Nicholas finally killed the last Longhorn Devil and noticed what was happening here. The Sword Grandmaster turned around and swept his flaming sword hundreds of meters, and sprinted towards Devard the Hawk.

Although Devard the Hawk was known as a swordmaster in Arreck, he has yet to have the guts to take on Nicholas. As he saw a fiery line rus.h.i.+ng towards himself, his face paled and he immediately rolled aside in the most un-great-swordsman-y manner to avoid the sword.

And though he had dodged the sword, his clothes had become dirty from rolling around in the muddy water, and when he stood up, he looked pathetic. Devard, being hot-tempered and grumpy, exploded with anger, “Nicholas, are you trying to betray Duke Seifer!” He shouted angrily.

Nicholas was lazy to acknowledge this idiot, and at the next moment, he appeared next to Ciel, using his sword to stop Mesika, the King of Chaos. Mesika screamed angrily, but it realized that he could not beat the Fiery Nicholas with his strength right now, and that no matter how annoyed and angry it was, it could only watch as Brendel rushed towards the portal.

Brendel was running like his life depended on it, the t.i.tan Statue was a top-level creation of the Buga Mage, and legend said that it had the power of lightning like the ancient giants. Although they were lifeless stones, they could transform into lightning and traverse across the battlefield instantly. Needless to say, the speed of lightning was no joke, which was why Brendel must destroy the portal before the enemies arrived.

After a few steps, he found the body of Amandina. She was motionless and her skirt was stained with blood. Although he had already prepared himself for this scene, he still could not help but feel a pang of pain in his chest when he saw Amandina’s cold and pale face.

She could have lived peacefully in Braggs, although she lived in poverty, but at least she wouldn’t have died from unnatural causes. He knew that Amandina would one day create her own Magicite Power Core and become the brightest star of Aouine.

Instead, she chose to follow him.

Even though she had to give up the job she loved, she never complained. She would always quietly stand beside him, and inform him about what a qualified n.o.bel should do. Although it was a bit old-fas.h.i.+oned, her intention was full of goodwill.

Brendel used to think that Amandina was too rigid, but only when he lost her did he realize how much he owed this girl.

He silently stared at Amandina’s sleeping face while turning on the Planeswalker System, praying that Master Masha had left him a ray of hope. But when he gently turned Amandina’s corpse over, he was stunned.

There were holes all over Amandina’s blood-stained dress, as if to show how ruthless Mesika’s claws were. But that was all, Bredel soon could not find any wounds on Amandina’s body, and except for the three long and narrow openings on her dress that proved that the claws of the h.e.l.l King had indeed struck there, the skin under the dress was as white as snow. There were no traces of scars or wounds.

Brendel blinked, almost believing that he was delusional. He smacked his face subconsciously and then tentatively touched Amandina to feel her temperature and the wounds under her clothes. He was shocked to find that Amandina’s body was still warm.

He frozed.

At this time, the n.o.ble lady groaned and frowned, her long eyelashes twitched slightly before opening her eyes. Her dark pupils stared at Brendel and his movements in surprise.

As for Brendel, he was half-squatting next to Amandina, with the palm of his hand pressed against the softness of her chest through her thin and tattered clothing.

The two stared at each other.

Amandina’s face was so red it was indescribable. She could only reply in a barely audible voice, “Lord, my lord…. Please uphold you status. How can you touch such a place.”

But Brendel, as if not listening to Amandina, gawked. “Amandina, are you not hurt?”

“Ah!”