Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 976 958. Spell Fire Miracle

Facing Lan En and Sirius, Fodolink had no chance at all.

Lan's action of grabbing the edge of his shield was just using his own observation and action to speed up the process of Fodolink's defeat.

But the witcher never caused harm to Fodolink from beginning to end.

It was Sirius all the time, attacking with the stabbing sword enchanted with the [Dark Moon Light Sword].

She poked again and again, her hand movements as steady and swift as ever, but the emotion in her eyes made her feel like she was about to break just by looking at her.

There was a "pop" sound.

Fodolink, who had been confirmed dead, lay limply on the ground.

Lan En also let go of the hand holding the dusk shield, and his arm, carrying the shield, hit a layer of shallow water on the ground, causing a small splash.

Neither Sirius nor Lan spoke.

The female knight looked at the grandfather on the ground in silence for a long time, and finally stepped forward and took off his sword, shield and armor.

The undead cannot be killed, but as long as the armaments on Fodolink are thrown away, his threat will immediately decrease.

This was also part of Sirius' promise to fulfill his promise.

Afterwards, the two walked out of the rock cavity in silence and stood on the hillside beside the cliff of the Undead Settlement.

Lan En leaned on the cliff next to him and watched Sirius throw his sword, shield and armor off the cliff.

"Good night, Grandpa."

The female knight of the Kingdom of Twilight looked at the equipment falling into the mountain abyss and spoke softly, with a sense of relief in her tone.

In the wind in the mountain, the white gauze hanging from the silver headdress on her head fluttered, and she turned to look at the demon hunter behind her.

"I'm really sorry for involving you in my mission or my trivial agreement. And thank you."

"In this way, my grandfather can finally sleep, and I can die. But before that, I have something to ask for. Please allow me to swear that I will follow you as a knight."

The expression on Sirius's face when he spoke was something Lan En had only seen on one kind of person - a person with a despairing heart.

I personally thrust the bayonet into Grandpa's chest more than once. It was indeed enough to make people collapse.

"You want to die, but you still want to die retaining the identity and honor of a knight."

Lan En leaned against the mountain wall without moving and spoke calmly.

"But a knight bent on death cannot help me."

The demon hunter's words had a coldness that had never appeared before, and there was no human touch.

"You mean" Sirius calmly looked down at the abyss in front of him, "you still need me?"

"You are very useful, you have mastered many miracles, and you are a powerful swordsman yourself, so of course, I need you. Alive."

Lan En looked at her back and said.

"I am rushing to help you all the way, not so that you can die in peace, Sirius."

"If you want to be my knight, then at least you have to make me feel that my trip is not in vain, right?"

The wind in the mountains carries a sense of desolation and bleakness.

But Sirius nodded slowly after a period of silence, then walked to Lan En and knelt down on one knee.

Lan En's legs moved, as if he wanted to avoid it subconsciously, but in the end he suppressed the idea.

Sirius half-knelt in front of him, held up the back of Lan En's hand with both hands, put it against his forehead, and murmured softly.

"Oh, thank you Sirius for starting now and becoming your knight."

"No matter when, no matter where, even if I am against everyone, my loyalty will never waver. I hope that the moon will protect you along the way."

"Then now, you are my knight."

Lan En helped Sirius up and stared at the cold eyes under the headdress of the Kingdom of Twilight.

"You understand what this means, right?"

"You have to live until you think I'm useless?"

"That's it."

".As you command, my lord."

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After settling Sirius's agreement, they quickly returned to the Church of the Deep.

In this world where the first fire has been temporarily extinguished, this is a rare refuge.

Cornicus from Onuma has also taken advantage of this time to rush over.

I heard that it was Lan En who introduced him, so he didn't face any difficulties. Although Leonard seemed crazy about Lan En, he just let Hazel look at him now.

However, with Hazel's familiarity, by the time Lan En came back with Sirius again, the conjurer was already very familiar with Hazel, who was good at magic.

Because he didn't know if he was lying, the old conjurer was not allowed to go up to the second floor of the Netherworld Church before Lan En came back, and could only sit on the floor in the hall.

So when Lan En came back, he and Hazel saw the movement immediately.

"Oh, you are back, my disciple."

The old conjurer was the first to let out an old laugh.

Lan En and Sirius walked over, and the witcher asked with a smile.

"You seem to be obsessed with this title?"

"I'm not only obsessed with this title, I'm also obsessed with teaching you my skills."

Cornicus said bluntly, shrugging as he sat cross-legged on the floor.

"The most important relationship for a spellcaster in Onuma is the relationship between master and apprentice. If there is anything else in this world that can make me persistent, it is to find an apprentice and teach him spells."

"Come on, flames are indispensable for spells. Be careful, don't let yourself be burned up by the flames."

As he spoke, Cornicus stretched out his left hand, and on the palm of his hand, a wisp of flame was floating and swaying.

It seemed that he wanted to separate part of his flame and use it as a flame for his disciples.

But Lan En frowned slightly.

"Cornicus, I can understand your desire to have a disciple, and you are also willing to learn spells, but forgive me for not making it clear to you before. But I am leaving here soon. If you really want to find someone to stay with you, I’m afraid I’m not the right person to teach.”

If it was just about passing on knowledge, then Lan En would be confident.

However, the learning of spells seems to require the senior to separate the seeds from the power and give them to the disciples.

"leave here?"

Cornicus also looked a little surprised. After all, the weakness of the First Fire is a problem for the entire world. Where else can it go?

But the old conjurer didn't look at Lan En as if he was joking.

So after smashing his mouth, Cornicus still didn't take his hand back.

"I can't tell what my current mood is. Whether I really want to find an apprentice to train properly, or whether I have indulged in some kind of obsession, Lan En."

In today's world, it is quite appropriate to call it the end of the world. When people live in such an environment, more or less, they have to set up a thought for themselves so that they can persevere.

What Konicus thinks about is Onuma's continuous master-disciple relationship, as well as the inheritance of skills.

The old crow-like conjurer raised his left hand forward again, laughing.

"Don't feel like you owe me anything, it's just the most basic magic fire. For me, it's easy to create a flame. I can have multiple apprentices, but I make a lot of money here."

Seeing that Cornicus still persisted even after knowing where he was going, Lan En stepped forward and stretched out his left hand.

A small flame separated from the flame that was swaying out of thin air, and then transferred to Lan En's palm.

Lan En felt a heat on his palm, and then the heat almost jumped up his arm along the blood vessels in his palm.

Finally, it spreads from the arms to the entire torso.

Strange supernatural power surged into the body, and the super-organs operated by the Space Marines were briefly busy for a while.

The vitality of the gene seeds, the second heart, and the chanting glands began to increase, causing the body temperature to rise.

This is the self-regulation ability of the super organ taking effect.

Mentos digitizes this process and presents physiological indicators to the subject's retina.

But immediately, it seemed that the cursed fire had little effect on the physical level, and even improved the coordination between the super organs and ordinary organs in Lan En's body.

A series of internal reactions lasted less than two minutes.

On the outside, Lan En's skin turned slightly red, and then calmed down quickly, as if it was illuminated by the light of a spell fire.

As Lan En's left hand clenched, the flames in his palm extinguished.

This is equivalent to obtaining the catalyst necessary to release the spell - the fire of the spell.

Just as a staff is needed to release magic, a sacred bell or amulet is required to release miracles. It is a necessity for the spellcasting system of this world.

"Oh, it seems you have mastered it. Very good, the talent is very good, isn't it!"

Cornicus chuckled happily, and then handed over a book bound by loose parchment scrolls.

It's said to be a book, but it doesn't even have a binding.

"This is my Onuma spell book, which records Onuma's spells. Since you are leaving soon, I can't teach you at any time, so just read it yourself. But I have to remind you, apprentice."

Cornicus was very satisfied with having accepted a disciple, but then he showed a meaningful and warning smile.

"The so-called spells are the worship of flames. Exploring more mysterious flames will be very beneficial to your spell practice. But you must also remember that you need to be in awe of flames."

"In the past, Izaris, the origin of the spell, was destroyed by the flames it generated. It was most likely caused by the twisted flames of [Chaos], the ancient gods, [The Witches of Izaris]."

"The flames of that time distorted life, and a deformed race of demons was born from it. The witches themselves were also distorted by the flames, and they were miserable."

After the serious warning, Cornicus turned into a laughing person again.

"Ah, I have a new apprentice, and I handed over the Fire of Spells and the Great Swamp Spell Book. It's really satisfying!"

"Although you are leaving, you will always come back, apprentice? Don't slack off in your practice. When you come back, Master may find some new spells. We will learn from each other by then."

"Of course." Lan En bowed slightly and saluted Cornicus, and the old conjurer also bowed casually in response, "If there is a chance, of course."

Cornicus and Sirius, as rare living people in this era who have maintained their sanity, were not rejected when Lan entrusted them to Leonard.

After all, manpower is precious, not to mention that one is a magician and the other is a knight of the Kingdom of Twilight.

Time blurred as the flames faded.

But later, Gwen Aviya in the Netherworld Church still used the crystallized holy bell left by Lan En to solve the harm caused by the white dragon's crystallized knowledge to the Son of God.

The team in the Netherworld Church began to pack up their things and set off for Irushil, the true home of the Sunshine Princess.

And under this dim and ambiguous sunlight, in the back hill of Lothric, in the ashes cemetery connected to the Fire Sacrifice, a heavy sarcophagus was opened from the inside.

An Ash hero, wearing simple but sturdy knightly armor, sat up from the sarcophagus.

The fire in this world is gradually extinguished, but the king is nowhere to be seen.

Someone has to hunt down the Fire King, bring back the firewood, and pass on the flame.

{[Miracle·Return of Thunder and Lightning]: This is a miracle that can only be granted to the Son of God when he is also the Pope.

No matter what kind of thunderbolt, it can be returned intact while jumping flexibly without touching the ground. Serving Thunder is one of the manifestations of ancient authority.

Its versatility is not a miracle, but it is now being passed down as a ‘status symbol’ in a larger sense.

This is a story about the end of the old era, before the God-King took the throne, or even before he obtained orthodox legal principles.

It is said that it was a very long time ago. }