Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 958 940. Desolation and decline

Youershika was someone who had experienced Sullivan's intimidation. She subconsciously felt that her brother would be able to spot the traitor after listening to her statement.

But she was so inexperienced that she forgot that in the eyes of her brother, she might not be as reliable as Sullivan.

Now the half-dragon girl was at a loss as soon as she was rebutted.

It was Lan En who continued to take a step forward and lined up with Youershika.

"What Princess Youershika said is true, the God of Dark Moon."

Lan En spoke respectfully but very quickly.

"Sullivan deceived you. He has now divided and processed the power of Lenglie Valley, and then ushered in the awakened King of Xin, [Saint of the Deep] Eldridge, who wants to eat you!"

"Talking nonsense! Devouring gods? What are you doing?"

The witcher's words seemed to make Gwendelin angry. He struggled to hold himself up and yelled angrily.

But before he could finish his rant, Lan En followed up.

"When he woke up from the coffin in the Netherworld Church, he already wanted to devour the gods. At that time, there was an anonymous god living in seclusion in the church, and she called herself [Mother of Rebirth] Rosalia."

The witcher refused to give an inch and stared into the eyes of Shadow Sun as he spoke.

"But her true identity is the princess of Lothric. Before she was married and had children, she was the eldest daughter of the Sun King Gwen, your sister, the Sun Princess Gwen Aviya."

Every time Lan En revealed a name, Gwendelin's eyes contracted violently.

"Sister?"

He was unsure, and murmured in disbelief. The anger had disappeared, and instead he waved to Lan En to come closer to him.

Lan En walked closer to the bed, and Gwendelin's palm touched the face that also had silver hair scattered and was extremely handsome.

That place was where Rosalia kissed Lan En's face.

Rosalia poured her blessing upon the kiss.

It was also because of this that Gwendelin felt that Lan En had a familiar feeling of intimacy when they first met.

"This is indeed the power of sister!"

Gwendolin murmured, looking at Lan En's face with an almost affectionate look.

Gwendelin's character is not tough, not even strong. He just blindly shouldered the responsibility as the heir to the God Clan and supported the Age of Fire created by his father.

He is the youngest son of the Sunshine King. When he was young, he was accustomed to relying on his father and sister.

But now, after tens of thousands of years, he is still in this decadent end of fire, both physically and mentally exhausted.

The witcher felt like he was about to cry.

But now is not the time to mourn the spring and autumn.

With a 'pop' sound, Lan En held Gwendolin's wrist.

"Eldridge is approaching, Darkmoon God."

The demon hunter's voice brought the atmosphere back to a tense and urgent rhythm.

"It's easy to prove Sullivan's betrayal, because that disgusting tar was not blocked by the defense line you set up for even a second."

"As long as you go out and take a look now, you will definitely feel that the profound power is approaching! It has even begun to erode the surrounding environment!"

Gwendelin was stunned for a moment and pulled his wrist away from Lan En's hand.

Then, with the snake legs under his skirt, he struggled to push his body up and looked out at the open door of the palace.

There was nothing left to doubt.

The power of the gods was born from fire. Although they are not immune to darkness, they are very sensitive.

Just by looking out, Gwendelin already felt the same as Lan En, who had darkness lurking in his body.

Eldridge's deep darkness is spreading!

"Asshole."

Gwendelin's hand holding the railing turned white from being pinched, and his anger seemed to allow him to squeeze more strength out of his seriously ill body.

"Sullivan! Traitor against God! Despicable and filthy!"

Lan En was not surprised by the poor reserve of curse words of the God clan leader.

"My lord, it is more important to prepare for war now. Venting anger and cursing are meaningless. Only the sword can impose punishment."

Gwendelin clenched his fist and hammered the railing, but as a protoss, he couldn't even hammer a stone pillar that was no more than an arm thick.

Instead, he let his hair fall around his shoulders and face, blown by his soft breathing.

"Knight. Yes! Summon the knights!"

"Silver Knights!"

"Silver Knights!"

"Where are the guards!"

The voice of the Dark Moon God and Lord of Irushil echoed in the empty and huge palace.

But the only response he received was the sound of three boots hitting the ground. Those are the three Silver Knights nearby.

They are also the only three Silver Knights in this area.

There was also the sound of heavy footsteps like "boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom."

It was the giant slave blacksmith who was working silently in the corner of the back door.

He had slave chains wrapped around his body, an iron mask on his head, and came carrying a forging hammer.

That's all.

This is all the power that Shadow Sun Gwendelin can muster in his former home, the ancient god city of Anor Londo.

"How could this be?"

Gwendelin lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders, which were supporting the railing.

"How could this be?"

The once glorious and glorious Gods of Fire, but now the leader of the God Clan has only these powers in his hometown.

All that remains is desolation and decay.

"If you need help, I can call in another group of people."

Lan En took out the white marker wax stone from his bag and said.

"They are all good warriors and will be useful."

But Gwendelin, who lowered his head lowly, did not show any joy.

"Knights, your friends, can we possibly defeat the Legion when we gather together? Although Eldridge has already been burned once, his dark power is becoming increasingly strong due to the decline of the First Fire."

"The last time I asked him to pass on the fire, Lothric sent out five centurions, and Sword of the Dark Moon also sent out three centurions. All of them are quite famous knights."

The implication is that Gwendelin is not optimistic that a few knights who are not organized and have no reputation can stop the current Eldridge.

"Then please forgive me for being presumptuous." Lan En's brows were already furrowed as he looked at the Dark Moon God in front of him.

"Are you sure you can defeat Eldridge? If not, what we should do now is leave quickly."

Even in his current tar form, Eldridge is already powerful enough.

And this is far from his strongest fighting state.

Back then, he ate up a giant in the Netherworld Church and occupied his body. He was then able to exert more destructive power than the giant's original power!

The iron railing gate that was originally unable to be deformed by the giant's fists was torn apart after he invaded the giant's body!

No matter what, the power and body of Gwendelin, the Dark Moon God, cannot be given to Eldridge.

What's more, although Lan Encai only said a few words to the Shadow Sun.

But although he is weak, he still sticks to his duties in a time of crisis. He should not be eaten like food by garbage like Eldridge!

Gwendelin raised one of his hands that was originally supporting the railing. He lowered his head and looked at that hand intently.

The shape of that hand looked familiar to Lan En, just like the hand of Oceroes or Ocelot.

It looked like a thin hand, not like a human hand.

This is also one of the symptoms of Gwendelin's 'serious illness'.

"My strength is no longer what it used to be."

Gwendelin spoke softly and slowly. In fact, he didn't have the strength not to speak softly and slowly now.

"Definitely no match for Eldridge's man-eating monster."

"But it is absolutely impossible for me to abandon the capital of the Gods and escape, live up to the expectations of my father and sister, and lose my last hope!"

He turned around with difficulty, returned to the edge of the bed, raised his dark moon crown, and put it on his head.

The half mask on his head covered the upper half of his beautiful face.

"Believing in traitors like Sullivan is a mistake for me as the King of Gods. If I run away like a lost dog when the traitors approach, I will abandon the last dignity of the divine race. I can't do it."

"What happened until now is all because of my incompetence. Knights who came for help, I have only one last request."

Gwendelin, who had put on the Dark Moon Crown, no longer showed his weak eyes, but he still turned his head to face Lan En.

"Please take Youershika away. He is our youngest sister. If you serve my eldest sister, you should also take care of her."

"Don't argue with me anymore, Youershika."

Finally, Gwendelin stopped her sister's words.

He looked very heavy, but there was still a trace of relief.

"I'm extremely tired, You'ershika. I'm really, really tired."

The half-dragon girl's lips opened, but in the end she couldn't say anything.

He just silently, with a cold face as usual, bowed his knees to his elder brother.

The farewell to death among the gods is just that simple.

However, Gwendelin allowed his sister to accept her own death, but there was another human present who objected to this.

"I'm not here to watch Eldridge succeed in hunting, Dark Moon God!"

"Damn it!" Lan En couldn't help but slap his forehead with his hand.

"One or two. Don't you take your own life and that of others as your life? Okay! Even if you don't care about your own life, I do! I still hope to kill that mess! Before that, I never want to He’s full! Do you understand?”

Amidst Lan En's loud shouts, he no longer cared about honorifics.

The ungodly shout of the demon hunter seemed to have stunned both Youershika and Gwendelin.

After a while, the Dark Moon God pursed his lips and spoke again.

"I already understand your good intentions. That's it."

Gwendelin looked at the open window on the side wall of the palace, feeling a little lost.

"Please go to Gulongding."

"Gulongding? A mountain top?"

Lan En asked puzzledly.

"Since you are an excellent warrior, why don't you know about the Ancient Dragon Peak? Anyone who wields a sword in this world should have this belief in his heart. He admires the power and immortality of the dragon, and then embarks on the path of the Ancient Dragon."