Amber Sword-Chapter 634: Act 66 King of the Underground (17)
"What... is that?"
Everyone maintained the same posture - looking up, unconsciously opening their mouths, eyes wide open, afraid of missing a single detail.
In the sky, countless Holy Swords were arranged at equal intervals, glittering with golden light - forming a massive rhombus, like a canopy of stars inverted - and the Wind Spirit Spiders were like a sky blue pattern on the Holy Swords, blending seamlessly with the sword blades.
The Type IV Cavalry Slayers also saw this scene. These metal beings lifted their heads, and in the visual systems composed of rhombus-shaped crystals, a massive threat was reflected, prompting them to make a unified decision.
The sound of dozens of spears settling level drew everyone’s attention back to the arena, where thirty Type IV Cavalry Slayers pointed their spears at Brand.
Six dark muzzles at the base of each spear aimed simultaneously at the young man. "Careful!" someone shouted from the cage, though whose voice it was, no one knew.
With this exclamation, the magic conduction system had already begun to propel the six gun barrels into rotation. As the gears clicked and clattered crisply, a long tongue of fire appeared on each of the spears - thirty tongues of fire.
"ptyoona——!" (Ancient Elf Language: Wings of Spirit)
A burst of stray bullets whizzed past Medisha, raising a cloud of dust. The Silver Elf Princess was the first to react, raising her spear. Spiritual power sprouted from her back, and in an instant, with her movement, a pair of enormous light network wings spread to the sides.
The girl stood in front of Brand, and the bullets were all blocked by hexagonal crystalline grids. For a moment, half the arena was filled with flashing sparks, and the clinking sounds were deafening, causing everyone who saw this scene to instinctively cover their ears.
The Type IV Cavalry Slayers immediately shifted their targets to Medisha, the center of the Wings of Spirit, but Brand had already pointed downward with his raised hand before they could act.
He stood on the other side of the arena, one hand pointing at the metal knights as if commanding them.
A buzzing sound came from the sky, and the Holy Swords began to glow, turning white-hot shortly after. The incandescent light gathered quickly at the tips of the swords into a blinding spot of light - the next moment - thousands of arrows shot forth.
It was a scene ingrained in the memory of everyone present for life.
As the lights converged in the sky, whether it was Kulan, Joka, Kevan, or Maher, they were organizing in their minds what was going to happen next.
But even with their wildest imaginations, they were shocked by the spectacular display that followed.
Countless beams of light pierced the ground in an instant. The air between the scorching pillars of light seemed to vaporize, creating the illusion that the entire arena would be reduced to ashes in the next moment.
At that moment, Kulan suddenly recalled a line from the Poem of the Blue by the ancestors of the Cruz people describing war:
"We saw the clouds part, the sky turned blood red, steel seemed to be burning, descending from the heavens, golden rain pillars slanting to the earth, engulfing all life in a sea of fire."
So apt.
This veteran had indeed experienced the November War, witnessing with his own eyes wizards wielding destructive power, capable of annihilating an entire army with a mere gesture. But that had long been history, and Kulan thought he would never return to such a nightmare battlefield. Yet this very moment, the chilling resemblance released the nightmare buried deep in his soul, one he seldom faced except in his rare dreams.
The old man didn’t even notice his pupils dilating, his eyes trembling, and his breath quickening. He instinctively reached for his sword but grasped nothing.
Kulan broke out in a cold sweat, suddenly recalling where he was. But he still looked on with disbelief, stunned by these methods that were akin to those of great wizards.
But the metal beings within the arena felt it even more profoundly. The reactions of these Type IV Cavalry Slayers were quite simple - they ceased their attacks in unison, rotating the yellow runes to the front. With their movements, the stones under the sand at the horses’ feet began to vibrate and roar, then rose up to form a rock barrier.
The golden beams followed, striking down on the rock wall with thunderous force. The rain of light scattered across the outer layer of the magical reinforced rock wall like molten steel, turning the underlying layers red-hot but not breaking them apart.
