The white fingers caressed the huge picture scroll painted with her sister Gervey Avina in front of her, and several slender gray-green snakes spread out from under the thin white veil, and the white moonlight outside the window shone through the vertical window, shining on the sun-like golden headdress, just revealing only half of the face under the small tip of the nose.

Even if she no longer wears an avatar ring to maintain a false gender as she used to, she is a delicate beauty no matter how you look at it.

Two silver knights armed with heavy swords stood like sculptures at the door of the cottage, and outside the door, a silver knight with a dragon hunting bow roamed up and down the corridor.

Motioning for the Silver Knights who had been guarding him to stay here, the pseudopods of the serpent's body dragged his body slowly towards the elevator of the tower outside the house.

As the elevator slowly ascended, the sight of Ilusil was imprinted in front of him.

On the street, the knights of the cold valley lowered their heads, and walked slowly out of the city in a duo of a man and a woman, these knights looked very lonely even from the back, the silver gauze cloak fluttered wantonly in the wind and snow, from a distance, they looked like they were exiled, Gwendrin couldn't help frowning.

Arriving at the cathedral on the heights of Arnoor Lund, the mirror-like marble slabs reflect the neat statues on both sides of the church, and a man waiting in it.

"Shalivan, why have you come here to seek me?"

When I walked through the church, I subconsciously looked at the mountains in the distance along the side door that had been opened, and I could vaguely see the figure of the ancient dragon flying above.

"I have come here to report to the Lord about the spread of fire in Lothric, and to offer a faithful offering on behalf of all those who are blessed by the Lord......"

Shalivan lowered his head, and when he saw those snake feet appear in front of him, his expression, which was still very reverent just now, became a little gloomy imperceptibly, which was a little inconsistent with the image he had always maintained.

However, Gwendrin did not notice this, and did not see the white liquid attached to the back of the long handle of the Golden Branch Staff Spear that Sullivan presented with both hands.

In Gwindlin's opinion, Sullivan's cane made after his own Darkmoon Tin Staff was a bit flattering, but it was nothing, and humans seemed to like it.

The slippery feeling of the hand made Gwendelin a little puzzled, maybe it was something, and he put the cane gun aside without much thought.

After hearing Sullivan's statement, most of the knights of the Cold Valley had been sent to Lothric, and the fact that he had seen the knights who were leaving the city before also confirmed this, Gwendrin smiled and nodded.

"You have a heart, the flame will be passed on forever, and it is our duty and the responsibility of everyone in the world to maintain the flame."

"I will always remember your teachings, and for now, please allow me to retire first." Still respectful, Shalivan slowly stepped back with his head down, and was stopped after taking a few steps.

"Thou knowest where the Yur Shika is, I have not seen it for days."

"Admiral Liberty hand over the Sword of the Dark Moon to Lord Yur Shika, and she will handle the affairs of the Order in the chapel." The Acting Pope replied without much thought.

Hearing this, Gwendrin didn't doubt that he had him, but just glanced at Shalivan more, "So that she doesn't have to worry too much, the knights of the Dark Moon are measured in everything." ”

"I'll bring the words for you."

With his head bowed and a scheming smile on his lips, Shalivan slowly exited the church, followed by the papal knights on either side of the door, and left the somewhat deserted church together.

After Shalivan left, he felt a sense of decline hit him, and Gwendrin leaned on the bench beside him with one hand, and suddenly felt some strange pain in his palm.

Raising his hand, he saw that the white liquid that had been stained on the cane and gun was constantly seeping into his skin, and he felt as if the blood he had inherited was being polluted.

"Your Excellency, how is the plan going?"

All the way back to the Chapel below Arnollund, two tall and thin clergymen in blue robes, one short and stocky, with golden candlesticks in their hands, walked respectfully towards Shalivan.

The two priests from the secluded church had red eyes but had not lost their minds, and the fatter one was shaking his wrinkled fat flesh, wiping the remaining flesh from the corners of his mouth with a cloth in one hand.

Glancing at the other with some disgust, Shalivan frowned and asked, "Are you sure this thing will work?" ”

"I believe that His Excellency the Pope, who came out of the Great Library, should remember how King Osrois of Los Ric has done research, and even the descendants of the gods cannot resist the erosion of the bloodline." The other skinny priest smiled confidently.

Hearing this, Shaliwan's gloomy face eased slightly, "So, when will your master arrive?" ”

"Come on, Lord Eldridge is on his way, and he'll be here in no time." Both of the shadowy priests became a bit fanatical at the mention of the name.

"That's good, soon, Arnorrond will be completely in my hands." Shalivan lifted a big sword from the weapon rack, and the red flames quickly spread to the entire sword body, and the flames from the capital of sinful karma shone his eyes red, and then put the sword down, "Now, we need to control the ignorant dragon girl first, and force our god of the dark moon to submit." ”

Then, the Dark Moon Great Sword raised in his other hand was shrouded in purple light, which seemed to be the light of the Dark Moon's miracle, but in fact it was forged by a spell, and his ambition had already made him give up his belief in the Dark Moon.

"For the glory of Sindore!"

The golden light exploded in the chapel of Yu'er Shika, and a slightly petite female knight let out a roar of rage, and slashed with her two-handed sword on a beastly soldier wearing the silver armor of an expeditionary knight.

The beastly soldier drooling from his deformed helmet was knocked out by the woman much smaller than him, and the dent of his breastplate was almost embedded in his sternum, shattering a row of statues in the church.

Several Dark Moon Knights who were holding the Shining Dark Moon Miracle Brilliant Sword in their hands glanced at them with some surprise, in the face of these beastly cold valley knights, they obviously couldn't do it so easily, this woman who appeared next to the new head was very extraordinary.

"Yuer Shika, you go up there, it's not safe here!"

As he spoke, a taller beastly soldier with a giant hammer roared and pounced, smashing it into the golden glow of the female knight.

I saw that the female knight didn't even look at it, and with a wave of her left hand, a hammer that fell from the sky smashed on the top of the beast soldier's head.

The beast soldier, who was still in a state of pounce, fainted in mid-air, and his body slammed into the wall with inertia.

"I can help you." The half-dragon girl looked at the beastly soldiers who kept pouring in from outside the church with some anxiety, and these garrisons of Ilusil had somehow become like this.

"I'll be distracted if you're here, listen to me!"

Smashing a beast soldier to the ground again, the female knight shouted in an angry look.

"Okay." The half-dragon girl responded a little weakly, and then walked up to the second floor, which was guarded by two men in white robes, "You be careful. ”

But not long after, the half-dragon girl walked out of the stairs again, and there were one more men and two women beside her, one of the men looked at the female knight who was fighting below, and called out hesitantly, "Ciel? ”

The female knight who heard the voice turned her head with a surprised expression, but in the next second, she was knocked out by a beastly soldier nearly five meters long, shaped like a combination of a mouse and a crocodile.

"Boom-"

In the ruins of the collapsed stone bricks, Hill, with a golden eggshell, stood up, and a golden-armored angel with a great sword rushed out from behind her, slamming a sword into the face of the beastly soldier who was gaping his bloody mouth.