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The axis representing Time, locked in the Emerald Dragon that exists at any moment, is called Eternal, condensed into a point in this World that is only limited by Laws, no longer free.

The face of each Space constrains the existence of Níðhöggr in any parallel World. Its so-called immortality collapses under the designation of Brando’s into a flat surface, superimposed on a thin piece of paper.

The plane of the silver continues to shrink and the last two spots overlap each other.

Emerald Dragon’s near-infinite existence is here at the same time. Perhaps in all of World, in all history, from this moment, this green Colossal Dragon is closest to the ‘limited’ state.

Among the silent Spaces, one person and one dragon, facing each other in the world formed by the overlapping points.

The strength of the two is so close, and the power of Brando’s Laws is almost exhausted at this moment. Time is infinitely close to stagnation, and Brando understands that when the next moment comes, it is his only chance to make a move.

He will only have one chance.

But thinking has fallen into an cycle of anxiety.

The existence of Níðhöggr is locked at the next moment, and even if it is the next moment, even a microsecond of Time, it will be restored to immortality. So, what kind of means should he use to completely erase the existence of Níðhöggr within a basic Time unit?

That is the power that Holy Sword can’t have –

Brando thinks about one’s own means. In order to think, he continues to extend the line of Time, making Time almost eternal at this moment. One person and one dragon, they are deadlocked in this state of stagnation.

He has no absolute certainty, and Níðhöggr can’t move.

But Time is always limited.

The pointer will always resume the toggle.

The power of his Laws is getting closer and closer.

Brando’s eyes have become complicated – do you want to gamble? He closed his eyes slightly and seemed to have made the final decision. But it was at this time that a voice knocked into his heartstrings.

“Has you forgotten my vicious woman?”

Brando is slightly startled.

Within his Time Laws, only his Planeswalker, his Cards of Fate’s summon’s creature, can keep Time moving with him, because they themselves are considered to be one with him.

But who is that voice, not Medisa, nor Scippamira and Andelique.

A doorway of light opened in the darkness.

A woman’s skeleton is slowly stepping out of it.

The woman looked at Brando gently. She wore a dark gauze dress and a veil, even if she had a butterfly-like black mask on her face, and the purple scorpion that flashed the wisdom of the rays of light, still can see The prime minister’s daughter is a calm but paranoid look.

That is Delphine.

No, perhaps it should be said that it is not close to Fergie.

“Delphine?”

“Is it unexpected that I will come here, sire?” prime minister’s daughter lightly smiled.

“No, you are…”

“I am your Planeswalker creature,” Delphine whispered. “As part of Laws, isn’t it normal to respond to your summon?”

“But-” Brando is deeply breathed in: “You didn’t really have Planeswalker Laws, and joined the Deck of the dead moon.”

“so what?”

In the infinitely static Time, Delphine giggled, and she laughed and swayed. But the purple scorpion, but always keep a trace and soberness and calm, gently replied: “As long as you can help you, can you not?”

She came to Brando and gently lifted Brando’s chin with Glove with black gauze. The deep eyes looked at Brando quietly: “Don’t swear at me because I hate you for using that kind of mentality. I understand why you didn’t bring me -“

Brando finally opened his mouth: “You can’t go, Delphine, I have other options.”

“If you sacrifice other people, for example, the Silver Elf Little Princess?”

Brando is silent.

Prime minister’s daughter Slightly bowed his head: “Sure enough, I am far less than your Little Princess in your heart.”

“No, I don’t mean that.” Brando replied: “But, you are not really a real Planeswalker creature, I can-“

“Is it still too late,” Delphine stared at him with a smile. She held out a finger and gently positioned it on Brando’s chest: “You have been unable to move, right.”

Brando stunned and absentmindedly looked at the prime minister’s daughter.

“Repent?” Delphine whispered. “I regret that I was soft and didn’t turn me into a real Card creature?”

She is lightly smiled, “but it is not a big deal. I want you to remember, I am your queen.”

Prime minister’s daughter Gently bowed his head, purple lips printed a kiss on Brando’s lips, then the head of the mines, turned and slowly walked towards Emerald Dragon Níðhöggr.

Brando could only silently look at the back of prime minister’s daughter.

At this moment, whether or not he let go of Time, he seems to have been doomed to change the outcome.