Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 962 944. The Unknown King

Wenstein didn't say a word for a long time.

After all, the whole process that Lan En told made this great knight of the Gods, who had seen great storms and waves, even created the Age of Fire, and witnessed the first weakening of the First Fire, feel confused.

All the fire transmission forces, all the fire transmission steps prepared, unexpectedly went wrong at every link.

So that we have reached this point today.

Although he had witnessed the weakening process and irreversibility of the First Fire in his long life.

But this is the first time that the situation has been so bad.

"Did the sun completely disappear under Gulongding for a long time?"

Wengstein was a little unable to relax and looked towards the always bright sunshine in the sky.

"The weather here has always been normal, and the undead people have not lost control and turned into ghosts. I don't know where Smo is? With him here, how can Sullivan do it?"

He felt nothing at all.

"If Smo holds the military power in Lenglie Valley, then naturally Sullivan cannot."

Lan En narrated calmly.

"But it's a pity that Sullivan is a smart man and has already dismantled the military strength of Lenglie Valley before taking action. There is no possibility of those Silver Knights regrouping. You also know that, right?"

Seeing Wenstein looking a little lost, Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly.

In Gulongding, under normal weather and under normal circumstances, wouldn't the immortal people even be able to feel the decline of the First Fire?

And if this phenomenon is universal, then humans, or life, in this world.

Do they really need the First Fire itself, or do they need a stable environment maintained by the First Fire?

Shake your head a little and throw away these things that are too far-fetched.

Although it is already the habitual thinking of Lan En, a scientific researcher, to study deeply when encountering something.

But again, now is not the time.

Eldridge is still wreaking havoc in Irushil!

"Then come here."

Wenstein also gathered his thoughts. The majestic and proud lion helmet looked at Lan En, who was obviously the leader.

"Are you here to find him?"

As he spoke, Onstein tilted his head in the direction of the clock's rocker.

It means the nameless king.

"Shadow Sun may be eaten by Eldridge at any moment. You left under him. You should know that his strength is not as strong as before, not to mention that he has been tampered with and is seriously ill."

Lan En spoke very quickly, highlighting an unusual urgency.

But Onstein shook his head as if feeling troubled.

"He has lived alone in this Ancient Dragon Peak for tens of thousands of years, and has been expelled from the God Clan for tens of thousands of years. He practices hard every day, torturing his mind and body, hoping to understand the way of the Ancient Dragon. He has long been as stone-hearted."

"The reason why I left Irushil was because I wanted to find him. But you also saw the result."

Onstein stretched out his hand and pointed at the dragon hunting gun stuck on the steel gate at the other end of the square under the bell tower.

"We started fighting, and he knocked away my gun. He will not leave the storm dragon, his comrades there. Nor will he leave the ancient dragon top. The identity of the God Clan may have no meaning to him."

Lan En took a step forward: "But we have to try no matter what! Otherwise, will Eldridge really eat up the entire Irushil?"

To be honest, Lan En is quite confident about the negotiation issue.

Communication skills are the strength of the Emperor's Children, and even internal affairs, strategy and other qualities are considered excellent in the eyes of others.

However, within the Emperor's Children, communication is ranked alongside swordsmanship and biochemical technology, and it is enough to be called a 'talent'.

Unless there is an irreconcilable conflict of fundamental interests, or the objects of negotiation cannot be communicated at all, Lan En's negotiations have not failed so far.

This can also be regarded as a manifestation of the talent he inherited from the gene seed.

Lan En hugged Youershika from behind. The half-dragon girl's slender arms and shoulders were like a fragile and fragile porcelain doll.

"Even for Youershika's sake, the Unknown King wouldn't even give him a chance to talk, right?!"

Coupled with Lan En's adjusted expression and tone, You'ershika's weak and ignorant temperament was stimulated to the greatest extent.

I won’t say what the unknown king’s attitude will be about this, but at least Onstein has tilted his head and said nothing.

After a long time, a muffled voice of helplessness and determination came out from under the golden lion's helmet.

".I'll take you in."

He walked towards the big clock rocker with heavy steps.

"Even if he doesn't go, then I will pull out my gun and go to Gulongding!"

The rocker was pulled, and the heavy and majestic bell sounded again from the top of the ancient dragon.

A huge storm of dark clouds formed in the blink of an eye, and the originally vast square was covered by a layer of black clouds.

The black cloud was so dense that a person could stand on it!

The three people jumped off his building one after another, stood on the black clouds, and walked towards the original square.

The sound of fluttering wings came from the sky.

It was a dragon that was different from ordinary flying dragons and had grown bird feathers.

After soaring in the sky for a week, it stopped in the distance.

The surrounding storms and dark clouds seemed to be under the control of this flying dragon.

Compared to the mere increase in body size, this ability to control power over a large area is even more terrifying and advanced.

It’s like an ancient dragon from the New World!

But even so, the presence of this unique flying dragon is far less than that of a person standing on its neck.

Under the tattered blouse, you can vaguely see the once glorious armor, and a head of white hair floats upward with the storm surrounded by the crown.

Holding a huge golden spear and sword, golden thunder spread over his body and weapon almost as naturally as breathing.

The texture of the exposed skin is almost like black steel, and the fiber texture of the muscles is very prominent under the skin.

Solid and haggard. Onstein was right, this was a face that had undergone ascetic training.

And it seems that this tens of thousands of years of hard work is still going on.

The image he had seen in Rosalia's memory now appeared in front of Lan En across tens of thousands of years.

The former dragon-hunting war god and the eldest son of the sun!

It seemed that he felt the difference after the bell rang this time.

Those who come to Ancient Dragon Peak to challenge the unknown king are all great warriors. Fight for your own progress.

Even if they knew that the result of such a battle would be death, they would never call in helpers.

But now, three people came at once.

The tall unknown king got down from the neck of the storm dragon and walked towards them on the dark clouds.

The two parties stopped each other at a distance beyond the reach of their weapons.

The unknown king didn't say much.

His face was covered with a broken scarf, and his eyes were sandwiched by a crown on his head.

He looked thoughtfully at You'ershika who was standing at the back. Although his expression was calm, his hands were already hugging him unconsciously.

Then he raised the divine weapon in his hand, [Dragon Hunting Sword and Spear].

The thunder on the golden gun blade was suppressed by Sui Xin until he felt nothing. The old but still powerful gun blade slashed towards Lan En's face.

Youershika stood behind Lan En, instinctively wanting to take a step forward. But Lan En reached out and stopped him behind him.

The amber cat eyes faced the removed god without any flinching.

The unknown king obviously did not want to hurt Lan En. The huge blade of the sword and gun just swept past Lan En's delicate and charming face, and even brought up a strand of his silver hair. That's all.

But a golden hickey was briefly revealed, as if resonated by power.

The king's eyes glanced deeply at the demon hunter and the half-dragon girl, and after pondering for a moment.

He lowered the dragon-hunting sword and gun in his hand, and waved his hand back to signal his comrade-in-arms Storm Dragon to restrain his temper.

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Among the ruins of the ancient divine city of Anor Londo, the room most cherished by Gwendelin was the bedroom where the eldest sister was before she was married.

By this time it had become a filthy and muddy hotbed.

Filthy and blasphemous.

"Foolish rebel against God!"

Gwendelin's voice was clear and powerful, echoing in layers of echoes in the building.

"Idiot who has deep faith and is immersed in it! I swear in the name of Shadow Sun Gwendelin! Eldridge! You must not ask for forgiveness! You must not pollute this place!"

But the strange thing is that the filthy and deep power is spreading and active, and the voice of the Dark Moon God is echoing. But the two of them were nowhere to be seen in the entire huge palace.

Until there was a crisp 'click' sound like breaking glass.

In the originally calm palace, cracks suddenly appeared in the air, and then the cracks spread like a spider web and expanded rapidly!

The Shadow Sun suddenly appeared with its staff held high, and the snake legs under its skirt slid around in panic before finally settling down.

On the other side, a large ball of hideous and disgusting black mud also fell from mid-air.

The black mud now has a texture close to loose flesh and blood due to eating too much.

Inside was a pile of various white bones, rising and falling as they rolled and twisted on the surface of the black mud.

Under Gwendelin's dark moon crown, his pale hair had stuck to his cheeks and collarbone, sliding with his labored breathing.

He was already too tired.

Today, he finally understands what his 'serious illness' is.

Not long ago, Sullivan presented him with a golden stick and spear, which was both a staff and a weapon.

And when he took it, he felt a stickiness on the barrel of the gun.

At the time, Sullivan denied that it was weapon maintenance oil, but now, after confirming the identity of the traitor, Gwendelin had no doubt that it should be some kind of secretly developed poison, or a curse carrier.

He was now suffering from a body eroded by poisons or curses, while summoning his last strength to fight against the half-full Eldridge.

Eldridge got burned once, which is good. He's not a combative managerial priest per se, which is just as well.

But the dark power in him is the 'shadow' of the First Fire.

When the first fire burns, it only burns away the ‘fuel’, which is the soul. But there was no way to burn the shadow.

Therefore, the depth controlled by Eldridge is even better than the previous heyday!

Even Gwendelin's best illusions couldn't delay him for long.