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Amber Sword

Chapter 183: Act 22 The Past Knight (Part 3)_2

Author: Crimson Flame
updatedAt: 2025-07-18

CHAPTER 183: ACT 22 THE PAST KNIGHT (PART 3)_2

In the eye sockets of the Undead Knight, burning with frost flames, was reflected a treasure sword blazing with pure silver holy flame.

’From light, the sword is born, shaking the courage of many enemies’

Such Elf Text was engraved on that sword——

Then.

A thrust forward.

Albton raised his left hand to block, but the pure fire on the sword burned through his bony palm in an instant and then pierced through his chest.

The two swords linked the two Knights together.

Only the sound of the cold wind blowing through the valley remained at that moment.

...

"I told you," Brand weakly replied, "old man, you missed one thing..."

"You think you’ve won, young man?" Albton spoke coldly, his voice hoarse and low, as if coming from another world.

He felt his chest burning, the pain torturous, but Albton knew it wasn’t a fatal wound for him. Of course, a long period of rest was inevitable after this battle.

"No, it’s just..."

"Though Erune may be old..."

"There are still those who love it."

Brand couldn’t help but take a difficult breath, the ’White Knight’ was waiting for this opportunity.

Both drew their swords at the same time, simultaneously attacking again, Brand tilted to the left allowing Albton’s sword to bite into his right lung. But at the same time, his high-raised Elf Sword sent the entire left arm of the Undead Knight flying far away.

Then they both retreated simultaneously.

Brand immediately knelt on the ground and began coughing loudly, feeling his lungs burning with pain, a scene he had never experienced in the game— but had encountered once in Buqi.

The ’Unyielding’ talent had been triggered, and he stood up, leaning on his sword, enduring wave after wave of pain.

But Albton had already stood up first, his injuries were far lighter than Brand’s. Although he couldn’t help but admire the resilience and unyielding faith of this young man, at this moment the Undead Knight needed victory more.

He staggered a bit in the rubble, having difficulty maintaining balance without his left hand, but compared to Brand who stood up and immediately knelt down again, he was much better off.

Albton glanced to the left— Reto and Manoli were one step away from entering the battlefield. So he seized the moment, raised Pale Tooth, and charged at Brand once more.

But this time, he suddenly saw a flash of golden light across the mountain.

It was not an illusion.

Almost everyone who lifted their heads and looked this way saw the golden-red, blinding light. One end shot out from the ring in Frey’s hand, the other aimed straight at the ’White Knight’ Albton.

But in Albton’s eyes, it was not a straight line at all, but a rolling fireball heading towards him.

Because of the speed, it left a residual image in the night, creating the illusion of a golden-red line—

"Flame——!" Then Frey’s bright reprimanding voice echoed through the valley.

Albton immediately raised his sword, but it was still a bit late. The flame hit the tip of his sword, expanding into a fireball in an instant, and the shockwave expanded from the flame— initially a visible shockwave rapidly spread across the entire valley floor, everyone’s hair was blown backwards in an instant, fir trees toppled, and needles scattered and flew into the night sky.

Then countless rocks brushed past the hindquarters of Reto and Manoli’s warhorses, making these animals rear up with a hissing sound.

But the flaming fireball only existed in people’s eyes for an instant, then all the light sources dimmed, as if the entire night became darker, people couldn’t help but turn around, feeling the surroundings were so dark they couldn’t see anything.

But only Brand, blown away by the shockwave lying on the ground, could see the ’White Knight’ Albton half-kneeling not far behind the thick smoke.

The Undead Knight was motionless.

Brand knew he’d already been hit by a 30 damage Wind Bullet, then endured 140 or so damage from his two sword strikes, and now a 45 damage Fireball Technique attack – this guy shouldn’t be able to stand anymore no matter how tough he was.

He couldn’t help but wipe his forehead, unable to believe he had won just like that. However, Frey’s fireball had almost blown him to bits too, it was fortunate he had the legendary little strong talent ’Unyielding’.

Brand couldn’t help but smile, thinking Albton underestimated him and didn’t know he had such a big secret.

He looked at the other, wondering what the former hero of Erune was thinking at this moment—

Regretting his defeat?

Or reminiscing about past glories?

Brand thought for a moment, couldn’t help but cough and prepare to sit up, when he heard a rustling sound behind him. He turned back to see Frey and Char sliding down the slope with worried expressions.

"Brand!" The ponytail girl, seeing the young man lying on the ground, had no other thoughts in her mind at that moment. She had only one thought, which was to rush over and support him, asking cautiously: "Brand, are you, are you okay?"

Brand was about to answer, but then had a thought and lay back down.

"Frey, is that you?" he suddenly coughed and asked weakly, lying on the ground.

"Yes, it’s me, you... you can’t see me?" Frey saw Brand covered in wounds, especially the ones on his chest and abdomen still bleeding, and couldn’t help but feel at a loss, looking like she was about to cry: "Brand, don’t talk, let me bandage you..."

"Frey, no need, I have something I need you to do."

"W-what is it?" Frey anxiously asked upon hearing this, instinctively clenching her hands.

"I was thinking... how about a kiss first?"

"Eh, ah... ah?" Frey, her eyes still wet with tears, was taken aback by this strange request.

Seeing the ponytail girl’s serious expression, Brand couldn’t help but laugh, struggling to sit up as he replied: "Just joking, Frey, I meant to ask you to help me stand up——"

"Your, your wounds, Brand don’t move! Don’t act like this... I, I will kiss you." Frey, her mind in chaos, thought Brand was sulking and couldn’t help but lower her head and shout with a red face.

Brand was stunned, realizing he had gone too far. Quickly explaining: "Frey, I’m really fine."

"That’s impossible!"

"I’m not just a Knight, I’m also a Wizard, you know that——" Brand tried to deceive her kindly in another way since Frey didn’t believe him.

"You, you’re really okay?"

"Of course."

To show that he was fine, Brand gritted his teeth and posed as if he were healthy, then with sweat covering his forehead, reached for the No. 9 Holy Water in his bag.

But Frey watched him in silence, her face turning from red to pale, then back to red again, biting her lips before slowly clenching her fists.

"Brand, you, you..."

"You scoundrel!"

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