Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 970 952. Ambition is dead

After the duel with Eldridge, [Spirit Vision] has made great progress, and Sullivan's spell seems to be activated or not activated in Lan En's eyes.

"Over there, come up with [Moon Dust]."

The velvet ball jumped up on Qilin's head: "Got it, meow!"

By spreading expensive processed silver threads in the air, invisible bombs can be detected, and the invisibility spell has a wide range of targets.

Regardless of whether you distort the light or cause a deviation in vision, as long as a person passes through the silver dust, there will be conspicuous traces.

Although Lan En didn't know the principle of Sullivan's magic, [Moon Dust] still completed the task.

A tall figure was outlined by the reflection of silver threads, and he was running away in the opposite direction to the phantom body.

"Silver Knight! Stop him!"

With Gwendelin present, the Silver Knights would at least obey the call.

Immediately there were three silver knights, their sword blades and gun blades lit up with crackling golden lightning, and they rushed towards Sullivan, who was shining with silver light.

But Lan En still didn't look in that direction.

His ears twitched slightly and he heard the clanging sound of combat boots at the entrance of the alley.

So he raised his left hand again and pointed it in the direction of Youershika!

"Bang!"

After an explosive sound, the projectile stopped in the void beside Youershika out of thin air.

Before he could block the ammunition with his sword, Sullivan's true form was completely revealed, with only his upper body exposed.

A beautiful but majestic cross gun pierced the air, and the demon hunter's projectiles pierced the void front and rear.

But it is obvious that the power of [Lion Knight]'s spear is not comparable to that of a supersonic ammunition.

The cross spear, which was enough to penetrate the scales of the legendary ancient dragon, easily sent the Dark Moon Pope Sullivan, who was much taller than an ordinary person, flying out like a rag doll.

It flew dozens of meters and was finally nailed to the wall with a click from the dragon-hunting gun.

From just now, Sullivan no longer felt that he could save his life just by running away.

He is ambitious, smart, and capable. A person like this will not sit still and die no matter what.

Instead of running away like a bereaved dog, it is better to take advantage of the Silver Knight being attracted by the second phantom to break into Princess Youershika and take the hostage!

But unfortunately, he also thought of Lan En.

Even under [Spiritual Vision], Lan En could tell from the beginning that he had released two phantom bodies, and the real body was moving in another direction.

So now we have reached this stage, this ambitious man once studied at Lothrik Great Library, and later rose to become the Pope of the Dark Moon Sect.

Immediately afterwards, he prepared to continue to control the gods as a 'man of gods' in the future deep sea era, a powerful magician with endless ambitions.

In the end, he was nailed to a plain brick wall in Irushil by the dragon hunting gun. The blood drained and he lowered his head.

At this point, in this lonely snowy night, the betrayal and chaos of the new god city Irushil came to an end.

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Although Irushil is in a perpetual snowy night because of Gwendelin, there are many residents in this city.

Most of them are handsome and thin, with skin as fine as white sand, without any color.

In the outside world, this appearance is called the 'Moon Capital Noble Face'.

It is the appearance of someone who has inherited some blood from the gods.

But now, there is nothing in the entire Irushil except for the crackling sound of buildings cracking due to burning flames, the flapping wings of flying dragons, and the sonorous and powerful boots of soldiers stepping on the ground.

Gwendolin was taken out of Lan En's arms and placed on a chair.

Reluctantly sitting there, he had to see Sullivan's body burned by the flames before he could feel relieved.

One betrayal is enough to leave someone unforgettable for a lifetime.

Youershika knelt down and sat next to her brother's chair, supporting Gwendelin's body which was a little unstable due to the lack of strength.

Most of the souls summoned by Lan En dissipated immediately after the battle. It seems that this technology has a great impact on the body and is not something that can be used casually.

This also made Lan En understand more clearly what kind of trust these friends had in entrusting him with the summoning emblem.

Although Leonard, Kirk, and Hazel came because of Rosalia's relationship and to fulfill their promise, Lan En would remember it well.

The so-called "relationship" is accumulated when I help you and you help me.

It would be best if in the end, you can't tell who owes whom, then you can call them 'close friends'.

"I have received your message."

The weak Shadow Sun barely maintained his posture on the chair and spoke to Leonard, who was kneeling on one knee in front of him.

But the way his cherry-like lips kept panting couldn't be described as 'dignified'.

"Now that things have happened, not only has my brother come in person, but I can also hear news from my sister. I feel very relieved."

His slender arms covered his chest, revealing a delicate softness.

"It is indeed disgraceful for my sister to commit herself to the Deep Church. As my knights, you should make arrangements as soon as possible. Bring the gods you worship here."

"Although Irithyr has suffered great changes and Anor Londo has been destroyed. But as long as our family can be reunited, we will have nothing more to ask for."

In this chaotic and miserable situation, Rosalia's news made Gwendelin's mouth reveal a rare hint of relief.

In these difficult days, good news is especially rare.

"I will fully convey your wishes to Rosaria."

Leonard kept kneeling on one knee and lowered his head as he spoke.

"The goddess is still treating the two sons of God. If the process goes well, I will arrange the transfer."

"Please wait for the good news."

After saying that, Leonard lowered his head deeper as a farewell gesture.

Immediately afterwards, the white soul body turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated invisible.

"There's something wrong with your arm." After Leonard left, Lan En, who was standing next to him, walked to Gwendolin's chair and said to him.

The Witcher pointed at the arm of the Dark Moon God. The arm was so thin that it could almost outline the shape of bones, and the fingers turned into sharp claws.

Faced with Gwendolin's puzzled expression, Lan En spoke softly.

"I don't know if Sullivan communicated with the already crazy Oceroes, or where he got the technology for the dragon transformation experiment."

"But there is no doubt that I have seen this claw shape on both Ocelot and Ocelot."

"You did not suddenly become seriously ill, but you were harmed by the product of the dragon transformation experiment."

Osroais pursues dragon transformation, but it is different from the ancient dragon way of the unknown king.

What he pursues is the immortality of the scaleless white dragon Sith, while the unknown king and his followers pursue the path of the normal immortal ancient dragon.

Compared with the ordinary immortal ancient dragon, the scaleless white dragon's intelligence is just like itself, deformed and crazy.

Gwendelin's slender claws gripped the chair tightly, and her lips pursed.

He thought that he was harmed by Sullivan, but he didn't expect that the thing that harmed him came from Osroais's research.

That is the King of Lothric, the strongest person in the God Clan since King Gwen!

But Lann's palm patted Gwendelin's shoulder.

"But don't worry."

The witcher said easily.

"Rosalia is studying the healing knowledge of the dragon transformation experiment. I gave her a good thing. With that thing as a reference, I believe she is almost successful."

"When she comes to Irushil, your symptoms will be cured by her."

Gwendelin, who was originally sitting on a chair and looking up at Lan En, was startled for a moment, and then showed a smile that was either nostalgic or bitter.

"Really? I didn't expect that as time passed, I would still need my sister to treat me."

His slender but gentle paws gently placed on Lan En's hand on his shoulder.

"I would like to thank you, Lan En. You have helped us so much and almost saved the whole situation."

"No, it's nothing."

The witcher pulled his hand back without leaving a trace, and at the same time looked at Gwendelin's delicate figure with some suspicion.

Rather than thanking him, he was actually more curious about whether the God of Dark Moon was really Youershika's 'brother'?

At this moment, the sound of howling wind suddenly sounded in the sky.

A flying dragon that was not too big and had feathers all over its body slowly descended.

Before the flying dragon could settle on the ground, something hit the ground directly.

Rolled to the side with a grunt.

It was a skull with an archbishop's white crown. There was a gap with sparks at the corner of the skull's eye.

Peering in through the gap, one can vaguely see the sticky 'darkness' boiling and entangled inside.

This is Eldridge’s fuel.

The unknown king jumped off the head of the storm dragon.

The boots of his armor had long since disappeared from more than tens of thousands of years of hard work, but the black steel-like body still made a clanging sound like steel stepping on the ground.

Every step was like an iron boot stained with blood stepping on the ground.

The golden thunder and the endless storm seemed to have become something that was as present to him as breathing.

Even though he was just walking, the turbulent wind around him still blew his long, dull white hair upwards and fluttered in the air.

"Brother, brother!"

Gwendelin struggled to stand up.

But the nameless king looking down in front of him suddenly bent down and held Shadow Sun's shoulders.

While pressing him down on the chair, she patted him comfortingly, as gently as an illusion.

Then he didn't say a word, just tilted his head and looked at Lan En next to him.

I don't know if it was the demon hunter's illusion, but Lan En felt that this guy was a bit scrutinizing.

There is no more emotional expression. After tens of thousands of years of hard training, even King Gwen's eldest son, the former dragon-hunting war god of the Protoss, has degraded his ability to express emotions.

He silently returned to the storm dragon, and Onstein also climbed onto a huge flying dragon.

Amid the surge of air and the sound of wings, they left Irushil and climbed to the top of the ancient dragon again, pursuing the path of the ancient dragon.

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