Amber Sword Chapter 244: 48 Scenes of Unrest2

Chapter 244: 48 Scenes of Unrest_2

Batom also stretched out his longsword from behind to block a cloaked stranger, but he imdiately groaned, obviously also feeling uncomfortable.

“Black Iron Upper-level strength,” the Red-bearded rcenary shouted.

“Spirit Statue!” Brand recognized the opponent’s identity at this mont.

Spirit Statues are a type of puppet creature, rely evil beings created by undead wizards who infuse a warrior’s soul into empty armor. In the ga, level 31-33 Spirit Statues are the main force of Madara’s second-tier corps, but agile and skilled in concealing their breath, they have another identity—

Madara’s assassins.

Brand felt that the Spirit Statue he was facing was at least captain level, with strength close to the Silver Level. This was not considered a master in Madara’s second-tier corps, but in the undead army opposite Brags’ Instarlon, it was indeed an elite first-line unit.

Were they targeting him?

Brand was montarily confused, but the Spirit Statues lurking in the hall had already begun attacking everywhere, and the panicked shouts of rcenaries and adventurers under attack filled the air.

Brand felt his strength was inferior to the opponent, so he simply shrank back and threw a chair at the Spirit Statue. The Spirit Statue Captain swung his strange single scythe backhand—instantly smashing the chair into pieces. But the young man seized this opportunity to thrust a sword towards its heart—the core part of its soul fire.

The Spirit Statue Captain let out a hoarse roar, quickly grabbed Brand’s Elf Sword with its hand. A silver-white fla imdiately rose from between its fingers, and the Fire of Purification penetrated the soul and bone marrow, making the undead scream instantly in pain.

However, it not only didn’t let go but actually swung the scythe at Brand’s arm.

“Good fellow—” Brand gritted his teeth. He had fought against Spirit Statues in ‘Amber Sword’ before, but that was after he had beco very advanced. Even so, the opponent’s fearless deanor had left a deep impression on him—so when the Spirit Statue Captain grabbed his Azure Light Piercing, he felt bad.

He imdiately let go and retreated, avoiding a nearly guaranteed hit from the opponent.

At such a close distance, without Azure Light Piercing, Brand almost lost all ans of attack. The Wind Queen’s Ring could be used— but it was hard to guarantee it wouldn’t harm Roman and Antitina nearby.

The Holy Sword Card couldn’t be used without enough Earth Elent, and Energy Drain was also useless. The Wind Spirit Spider could be summoned, but at this distance, it was feared that the Spirit Statue Captain would dismber him before he could summon it.

Brand hesitated only for an instant.

He imdiately lowered his center of gravity and suddenly leaped forward, grabbed the opponent’s waist with both hands, and forcefully crashed downward. The Spirit Statue Captain instantly lost his balance and fell backward with Brand, crashing into three rows of chairs. Brand felt like his whole body was about to fall apart, but his mind was clear, and he imdiately got up almost simultaneously with the Spirit Statue Captain.

The Spirit Statue Captain tried to grab his single scythe.

Brand imdiately gripped the Elf Sword that had fallen to the side.

The Spirit Statue Captain seed to struggle to stand up and regain the initiative, but Brand was faster. He activated his Charge Skill and ramd into the undead’s chest. The strength of ten tis speed was terrifying, and the empty moving armor flew backward almost instantly—but even so, the Spirit Statue Captain, with power close to Silver Level, still slashed backward at Brand’s shoulder at the last mont.

“Tree Tenacity!” Brand shouted in his heart. His skin quickly turned wood-like, but the Spirit Statue Captain’s scythe had already pierced through the faint blue light around his body—the magic protection provided by the Conflict Aura—then cut deeply into his wooden skin.

Blood spattered from the sharp cut.

Brand gritted his teeth to avoid screaming, but the pain still made cold sweat run down his forehead. He pulled out the scythe and threw it to the ground, then looked at the Spirit Statue Captain who had fallen into the crowd, not daring to delay, and imdiately pulled out the Wind Spirit Spider Card from his chest.

“Show, Destiny Card—Wind Spirit Spider.”

A row of attributes imdiately projected onto his retinas:

Wind Spirit Spider, 8 points of health, 4 points of mana, 1.9 strength, 2.7 dexterity, 1.0 constitution, with the last three attributes being ‘—’, attack thod is Bite (base damage 1-1), special ability is Phantom.

Phantomized creatures can generally only deal one-third damage with attacks, making it difficult for the Spirit Statue Captain without a weapon to kill a spider even with one hit. But Brand knew his opponent wasn’t facing just one Wind Spirit Spider.

But fifteen.

He pointed forward, and fifteen green vortices of different sizes imdiately appeared behind him. Spiders with half their bodies made of tornadoes shot out from the vortices. These little creatures, like streaks of green light, quickly turned on the ground and shot straight at the Spirit Statue Captain who had just stood up.

Each Wind Spirit Spider had about 2 energy levels of strength, and while the combined strength of fifteen spiders couldn’t be simply added up, it was enough to hinder a Spirit Statue Captain with near-Silver Level strength.

They clung to it and tore at it desperately. The Spirit Statue Captain let out an angry scream, pulling these spiders off and throwing them to the ground, but its actions seed futile. Because Brand had already seized the opportunity.

With the Spirit Statue Captain distracted by the Wind Spirit Spiders, he charged up and stabbed his sword into its chest. The terrifying undead tried to resist at the last mont, but its spasmodic movents due to the spiders made it full of flaws in Brand’s eyes.

A sword through the heart.

The Spirit Statue Captain let out a cry of unwillingness, the critical hit allowed the Fire of Purification on Azure Light Piercing to deal nearly four tis the damage. Brand almost witnessed the undead swing and turn into a pile of blackened armor remnants in the pure flas.

700 experience points gained.

He looked back, seeing Batom, Char, and Limpy retreating under the attacks of two Spirit Statues, while Antitina had already pulled Roman to hide in another direction.

Then a loud noise ca from above the auction house—

Brand looked up and saw a black shadow falling from the upper box, crashing to the ground. The direction fell silent for a mont, then screams erupted.

“Sir Rosal!”

“Martha above, it’s Deputy Commander Rosal of the Security Cavalry!”

“They killed him!”

Brand’s heart tightened upon hearing this. It seed these damned armored skeletons were not just coming for him. Instarlon wanted to attack Brags’ high-level figures. What was his intention? This was not recorded in history.

He was puzzled when suddenly he saw the doors on one side of the tiered ‘theater’ open in unison—five doors in all, and rows of bone skeletons with bows ca out from behind the doors.

The young man’s pupils shrank instantly.

So many undead? What was the auction house manager doing? What were the Security Cavalry doing? What were the Silver Winged Cavalry and Guard Team doing?

How did they get in?

Brand felt like cursing his fate at that mont.

(PS. It’s tragic, only eating a small bowl of white porridge each al is too painful, today I couldn’t resist eating a squid stick and so dry rice, and now my stomach is rebelling again. I don’t know if it’s the squid stick or the dry rice. It’s a fate worse than death, everyone must take care of their health.

Feeling miserable, just one chapter today, seeking understanding.

And I was asking for votes, no face =__=) (To be continued, to find out what happens next, please visit qidian for more chapters, support the author, and read officially!)