Amber Sword Chapter 482: Scene 157 Dawn (10)(second watch, seeking suppo

Chapter 482: Scene 157 Dawn (10)(second watch, seeking support on push)_2

“Kabais, you fool, be careful—” Rosco’s voice ca from the street side.

“What?”

“Be careful, there’s a magic fluctuation on him!” The young Undead Wizard reminded irritably.

Kabais was startled and couldn’t help but look at the motionless Brand. While remaining vigilant of the opponent making a sudden move, he pointed forward with his bony finger: “You an this young man in his twenties is not only a Gold-level swordsman but also a Wizard? Rosco, have you gone mad practicing spirit communication skills?” The tall skeleton asked mockingly.

Rosco’s voice fell silent, and even he himself felt it unlikely. Even a Chosen One can’t excel in everything; so people might have extraordinary talent, but ti is always limited. A swordsman in his twenties of Gold-level also being a Wizard is a sheer fantasy; only the ancestors in the Saint War had such prowess.

But what kind of beings were the ancestors?

King of Flas Gilte, Wind Queen Saint Ossor, Great Priest Fanzen, Saint Elranta, the four ancestors who led their races to defeat the Dark Dragon in the Saint War, were true rulers of their domains. Even Loki, the Eternal King of Madara, who united Madara with the rcury Wand, bowed before them in terms of strength and reputation.

But neither Rosco nor Kabais guessed that they were not mistaken, only that Brand’s magic fluctuation did not co from a Wizard—

but a Travel Mage.

Brand lowered his eyes, silently surveying his Elent Pool. Since he first activated the Elent Pool, it hadn’t changed much: ten units of Fire Elent, eight units of other elents, still no Light and Dark Elent Pool. Looking at this barely functional Elent Pool, the young man couldn’t help but sigh internally— with such limited strength, he had no power to change the situation— Brand closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then, only one option remained.

At the sa ti. When Kabais saw Brand close his eyes and stand motionless, he didn’t attack but instead retreated a little, unsure of the depth; the eerie elents used by the young man in their previous battle had left a psychological shadow on the tall skeleton. Though Undead like Kabais don’t have emotions like fear, they also don’t habitually offer themselves voluntarily for punishnt.

Especially soone like Kabais, a high-ranking Undead Lord; the honorable customs of the dark nobles forbade such actions.

“Magic is converging, Kabais.” Rosco finally couldn’t help but speak. The magic surrounding Brand had crossed the limit of a Middle-level Wizard, heading directly toward Advanced, almost breaching the boundary between Black Iron and Silver. Kabais’s chest made a rattling sound, and he replied irritably, “I know, I feel it too, don’t worry—”

Indeed, a Silver First-tier Wizard was nothing to worry about for him.

But a Gold-level swordsman who was also a Silver-level Wizard? Such a scene made the Undead duo montarily at a loss for words to describe their thoughts. Rosco even doubted whether they had made a mistake coming here to trouble this young man, for his potential seed limitless! He couldn’t believe he was witnessing the birth of such a genius.

But Brand finally reopened his eyes; his light brown pupils were calm. At that mont, both Rosco and Kabais keenly felt—the young man’s aura had changed. No longer was it the coldness brought by elents but a state that embraced all—

“Four points, the Matatania call it: Dark Slumber, the phase where everything and everyone rests,” Brand raised his eyelids and glanced at the tall Skeleton General: “If I rember correctly, the Undead call it the Noon of Midnight, the hour when dark forces are at their peak. I am right, aren’t I, Kabais?”

“Huh?”

Kabais tightly held his short spear, making a aningless sound from his chest.

“Nothing,” Brand shook his head: “I just wanted to say, before the Sun Growth, the world indeed is dark—” He raised his hand and threw forward—as it appeared to Kabais and others, empty, but Brand seed to actually throw a card flickering with destiny’s glow: “But darkness is also favorable to !”

The card fell to the ground.

“Destiny Card: Rubis rcenaries, discard to deck, reset entry!”

The Wind Elent Pool emptied instantly. Then in Kabais and Rosco’s shocked gaze, twelve rcenaries, followed by twelve arrays, appeared on the street. The just-appeared Rubis rcenaries looked at one another, montarily unclear about what had happened. Only Hu Que reacted first, imdiately asking in his mind:

“Master, what’s going on, did you reset the deck?”

Brand nodded.

But Kabais’s gaze swept over these rcenaries; the Soul Fire in its eyes flickered slightly: “I didn’t expect you to be a Summoner, young Human. With Silver Rank strength, summoning twelve Black Iron Rank battle creatures at once, I’ve never seen such a summoning spell. You are indeed not ordinary, Brand, or perhaps Viscount Gangsiting. But—” the tall skeleton’s tone shifted, questioning in a coarse, low voice: “Do you think that adding twelve Black Iron-level combat power will turn the tide?”

Kabais shook his head, silently sneering.

But the young man seed not to hear him. He had already calculated in his mind, turning his gaze to the Wild Elf sisters—

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