Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 972 954. Farewell

"This, right."

The giant's huge finger touched the sword surface of [turbid current: destruction].

It makes a dull 'bang' sound.

"This one has the roughest craftsmanship and the strangest materials."

"This." The huge finger turned and pointed at the Sword of the Lake Lady.

"The craftsmanship of the caster is similar to mine. But the direction is very different."

Lan En's strange eyes turned back and forth between the two swords with very different shapes.

Although the giant's expressive ability is not strong, Lan En's understanding ability is strong enough. So he still understood what the giant blacksmith meant.

The Sword of the Lake Lady is a weapon made by God, and the forger is the Lady of the Lake. The giant in front of him is the blacksmith of the gods in this world, and has served the gods since the age of mythology.

Perhaps even earlier, the weapons of the gods in the ancient dragon war may have come from his hands.

The level difference between them may be so small that the giant blacksmith is afraid of having his own way, so the weapon might as well not be used.

But the giant sword next to it was first made of Valyrian steel by Berengar, and then added with Nergigante material in the hands of the leader of the second phase of the New World.

Although the craftsmanship of the two of them is also the best in the same industry, compared with the skill of the gods.

It can only be said that there is still considerable room for improvement.

With a 'crack' sound, Lan En put the Lake Girl's Sword back into the scabbard on his waist with one hand.

[turbid current·annihilation] was placed on the anvil in front of the giant.

The wedge-shaped stone and the original wedge-shaped stone disk were also placed in the giant's hands.

"With the original keystone plate, I can strengthen it to a great extent."

The giant seemed to be counting pebbles in the palm of his hand. He plucked the materials with one finger. After finishing, he tilted his head and asked Lan En.

"Used it all?"

"There should be nothing else on me worthy of this material."

Lan En said while holding his chin with one hand.

"Understood."

Then there was another clanging sound.

The palm-sized wedge-shaped stones and the stone tablet-sized wedge-shaped stone discs had disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When the giant blacksmith handed the giant sword to Lan En again, the size and weight of the sword had not changed.

It’s hard to figure out where so much material volume has disappeared.

But in this world with abnormal rules, maybe this state is normal.

After being strengthened, [Turbid Current·Destruction] has no change in appearance.

But when Lan En took hold of it, a violence and fury that was far greater than before and almost turned into an illusion immediately shot up from the hilt of the sword into his heart.

The irises in the witcher's pupils suddenly shrank into a single line.

This momentum is much stronger than before!

Although before, due to the material of Nergigante, the essence of the monster gave this sword some aura of Nergigante, it was far from as obvious as it is now!

If before, ordinary people had to stand closer and almost touch the sword to feel the violence of the sword, then now.

"If I put this sword in the house, will no one dare to go in?"

Lan En's hand ran along the hilt of the sword and stroked the broad sword surface.

The leather gloves made a pleasant friction sound against steel.

His irises and pupils have returned to normal.

After all, the materials for this sword were all cut from the Nergigante himself. How could he be frightened by a sword made from these materials?

The giant blacksmith tilted his head: "Maybe even bugs, rats, and wild dogs wouldn't want to get in."

Fine.

Lan En shook his head and smiled.

It seems that it has become a 'demon sword' just as the Nilfgaardian rumors said.

"Thank you."

Lan En put the giant sword back into the alchemical leather bag and waved towards the giant behind the anvil.

The giant nodded slowly.

Lan En accepted the thanks from the giant blacksmith and was now ready to leave Irushil.

He went to see Gwendelin before leaving.

The product of the dragon transformation experiment poisoned him. Even the gods couldn't bear something from the hands of a person like Oceroes.

Therefore, although Gwendelin was freed from the oppression of the battle, there was still no recovery.

It seems that we can only wait for Rosalia to come to the Cold Valley to cure her with that powerful miracle that is as warm as the sun.

"Is your Majesty leaving?"

Gwendelin was lying on a red velvet bench in the mansion, giving weak greetings to the witcher. Youershika put her legs together and sat obediently next to her brother.

This was Lan En's first time coming to this mansion. He was too pressed for time before and couldn't take a look.

The floor is a marble floor that has been polished to the point where it can be used as a mirror. When you step on it, there will be a crisp collision sound.

There are many oil paintings depicting ancient stories hanging on the walls, but for Gwendelin who lives here, these things are 'memories' rather than 'legends'.

"Yes, I came here to defeat Eldridge. Now that he even has firewood in your hands, I have accomplished my goal."

"Besides, I also want to go home and have a look. After all, the flames are fading and the world is dangerous."

Lan En said while holding the roaring bear head pendant on his chest.

The demon hunter's pendant has vaguely felt the arrival of the tide of chaotic magic.

"What you said is absolutely true."

Gwendelin pursed his lips and reluctantly agreed with Lan En. But he saw the witcher looking past him and looking at the wall behind him.

Gwendelin remembered that the oil painting on that wall was a side-lying portrait of his sister, [Sunshine Princess] Gwen Aviya.

That plump, gentle and loving image has always been loved by all creatures.

"That is the portrait of my eldest sister, Princess Sunshine. It is also the true form of Rosalia you serve."

Gwendelin explained to Lan En, but for some unknown reason, he added at the end.

"Although there is nothing unusual about this painting, I hope you know: my eldest sister is not much different in size from my eldest brother. She is actually a majestic and tall god."

There is no reference in the painting, but even though the unknown king has been practicing hard for tens of thousands of years, his body is as thin as black steel. He is also a powerful figure standing four to five meters tall.

The Protoss calls humans ‘dwarfs’, indeed using their own stature as a frame of reference.

Lan En didn't quite understand why he was telling himself this, and he wasn't actually a goddess knight serving Rosalia.

But he was about to leave, and Lan En had no intention of correcting him carefully.

He just bowed slightly and saluted Shadow Sun, who was lying weakly on the bench.

After a period of silence, Gwendelin pursed his lips and took off the Dark Moon Crown with difficulty.

His face was fully exposed, looking directly at the witcher with his eyes. Lan En felt that this was actually a goddess.

"Does your Majesty have to leave?"

But before Lan En could respond, Gwendelin shook his head and sighed.

"Irushil has been ruined in my hands, and there is really no need to cherish it. I hope you will have a safe journey in this decadent and lawless world."

He tremblingly stretched out the slender palm that had transformed into a claw, as if he wanted Lan En to hold it.

The witcher did not hesitate, thinking that this was Irushil's farewell etiquette.

Lan En stepped forward and bent down, holding Gwendelin's hand.

But Gwendelin quickly retracted his hand and turned his face away.

Just You'ershika, who was sitting on the side, sat upright with her legs together and her body leaned forward slightly.

Represents the etiquette of farewell.

——

"Xilulu!"

‘I hope that when we return to the Netherworld Church, nothing will happen again there. ’

Lan En and Velvet Ball were riding on Qilin's back. The bumpy mountain road was so bumpy that people couldn't even walk on it, and Qilin couldn't feel the pressure. He could even complain easily.

Then Lan En slapped the side of Qilin's slender neck, making a 'pop' sound.

This slap is enough to kill someone, but to Gu Long in the New World, it is just a 'little fight' between friends.

Just like two thunder wolf dragons playing with each other by slapping their mouths.

After slapping, Lan En grasped Qilin's mouth frantically and shook it, causing the mane on its neck to fly.

"Shut up now! I hope it gets better!"

The velvet ball also ran to the unicorn's head, meowing and smacking its lips, pulling the unicorn's pale horns and shaking them.

Knowing that he had said the wrong thing, Qilin immediately shut his mouth.

There were no twists and turns on the way back from Irushil to the Deep Church, which somewhat relieved Lan, who had already experienced many things in this world.

After avoiding many wandering souls entrenched at the entrance of the Deep Church, Lan En once again saw this huge and deep church.

Everything was business as usual, no chaos, no fighting.

"Look at how you look."

Leonard's voice came from the second-floor terrace of the church, echoing in the empty church.

He stood at the edge of the terrace, looking down at Lan En and his party who had just entered.

Of course, there was a hint of innate mockery in his tone as always.

"Do you think that Rosalia's followers will be as disloyal as Sullivan?"

"No, that's not the case."

Of course Lan En would not admit it. He led Qilin and Velvet Ball and said to Leonard while being lifted up to the second floor by the huge raised fence gate.

Lan En spread his hands with a smile on his face.

Faced with this posture and this face, few people can feel hostile.

Although Leonard didn't know why he was unhappy with him, it seemed like he couldn't say anything bad in this situation.

So he just said 'cut' under the silver mask, turned around and led Lan towards Rosalia's bedroom.

"I came here this time to bid farewell to the goddess."

"Farewell?" Leonard turned around in surprise while leading the way, "Where else can you go in this situation?"

"I have a place I should go back to."

Lan En acted like he didn't want to say too much, while Leonard was only surprised for a while at first, and then looked indifferent.

"Oh, it's up to you. Just don't be surrounded by wandering spirits when the time comes. Just draw a talisman to summon me."

"Oh, thank you for reminding me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have remembered to do this."

Leonard seemed helpless and speechless, and could only adjust the silver mask on his face with his hands.

".You are really annoying, Lan En."

"Really? You are the first to say such a thing. Don't worry, I won't take it seriously."