The Knight of Lothric sat on the saddle of his dragon's back, looking down at the endless stream of pilgrims on the bridge below.

As a country in charge of the fire transmission ritual and the stability of the world, Lothric's representative color is undoubtedly a deep red like a flame.

As the pillar of force in Lothric, the Knights of Lothric used the form of draping a red burqa over the full plate armor to indicate their affiliation.

He was a standard Dragoon of the Order of Losric.

His main weapon is a giant cavalry lance, and his secondary is armed with a pure steel tower shield carved with the diamond pattern of the city of Lothric.

Skillful skills, a strong body, top-notch equipment, and the power of a wyvern.

This is the Knights of Lothric.

He patted his companion's neck lightly, soothing it. So that it doesn't erupt in a mouthful of flames.

He was used to the bones and sharp scales on the dragon's neck.

The heel of the plate armor boot gently kicked the wyvern's back, so the bone-white wyvern tacitly raised his head towards the bridge deck.

When the wyvern lay on the building, it was like a new castle had been built on top of the gatehouse.

Its two hind legs, the size of its claws alone, could only hold a fully armored knight.

It can be twenty meters long from head to tail, and the wingspan of that pair of flesh membrane wing claws can reach thirty meters.

"Hulala~"

The flames that spilled out from between the dragon's teeth made a burst of fire in the air.

The knight of Lothric lifted the visor from his helmet and nodded to the soldiers stationed at the gatehouse.

This is to keep them on the lookout for the people below, and for a long time that the 'Bloody Eclipse' has been going on, people will be terrified and want to go to the city of Lothric.

Approach the holy city closest to the flames and furthest from danger.

The sanity of these people cannot be counted.

In the eyes of the knights of Lothric, these people did not understand the greatness of the holy city, nor the greatness of the kings and princes.

That's why they are like dirty beasts, running around in a panic, and preparing to meet His Royal Highness the noble prince.

The fire will not be extinguished.

The Lothric dragoon believed in his heart that the fire transmission ceremony, which had been maintained by the king for tens of thousands of years, would continue without danger, just like before.

So he looked down on the panicked people on the bridge more and more.

Lothric has been protecting the world's fires for tens of thousands of years, but these protected people still can't trust the king and prince of Lothric

It's ugly.

The dragoon clicked and put the visor on his helmet again.

The heel of the plate boot kicked the dragon in the back, and the dragon, who had been clasping the doorway with its wingclaws and letting himself lie on the building, begin to flap its wings again and fly into the air. Continue to read the notice back and forth on the wide and long bridge.

If pilgrims or passers-by are not in their minds, the soldiers stationed on the gatehouse will be ready to close the door at any time.

Physically isolate the path they want to go on.

Then, whether to prepare for deterrent punishment, or choose to kill all the pedestrians on this section of the bridge in the increasingly chaotic situation, is a simple multiple-choice question.

In this naturally cruel world, this choice is not difficult to make.

Lan En's hand pressed against the long neck of the Kirin, reassuring his man.

He was silent, not wanting to directly confront the knights and guards of Lothric.

And around him, the groups of pilgrims seemed to be used to being treated like this.

They supported their canes with incense burners in their two deadwood arms, and just stood and waited.

They couldn't even sit down and rest, because the stone turtle shell on their backs and their physical condition were doomed, and they would die in place as soon as they sat down.

The pilgrimage is a kind of pain that has no end.

Lane couldn't even imagine how many of their group had died along the way.

How many people were there when they set off, so that they could still walk on the bridge into the city in an endless stream after so many people died.

The entire bridge deck fell into a boundless silence as the pilgrims' footsteps stopped.

Only the trembling bodies of the pilgrims occasionally made the sound of stones rubbing against the chains of stone tortoise shells.

The incense burner on their crutches emitted smoke from the outside.

And the huge 'bridge guard' also held the hammer head of the sledgehammer in his hand at this time, and stood quietly under the previous gatehouse.

Under this 'bloody eclipse', there seems to be no other movement.

The Lothric dragoons in the sky, riding the Wyvern, patrolled back and forth several times, after confirming that the people on the bridge had stopped moving.

"Roar!"

The bone-white wyvern let out a roar, its wings vibrating in mid-air, and its huge body turned nimbly and flew in the direction of Lothric City.

It seems that the knight above has consciously completed his mission and wants to return to the city to resume his life.

He's been very skilled at it.

It's not just today.

Whether it's the Lothric dragoons, the defenders on the upper floor of the bridge, the 'bridge guards', or the pilgrims on the bridge, they've done this several times.

No one thinks today will be any different.

No one thought there would be any surprises today.

But

In the midst of the occasional loud noise in the silence, Lan suddenly raised his head and turned behind him.

Someone in the dark crowd of pilgrims was chanting a story.

"Zilala~"

Under this subtle and distinctive sound, the unicorn also twisted his long neck and turned his head behind him.

Because that's all too familiar with it—the sound of an electric current surging.

What is this for?

Lan En didn't react for the first time.

But then, he was immediately keenly aware of the current situation, and at the same time, the vertical pupils in those cat's eyes suddenly contracted!

"Calm down! Don't"

Don't do anything to the Nalosric dragoons, there are still a lot of them here!

Lan En didn't have time to finish shouting.

The witcher had already tried his best to get to the point where the chant was heard, but he didn't have time, just knocking over several pilgrims along the way.

The story of the chant is very short.

It was the story of warriors hunting dragons in ancient times.

So the miracle was done very quickly.

With a 'whoosh', a slender, golden bolt of lightning emanated from a corner of the blackened pilgrims, grazing the side of Lan En's face and heading straight into the sky!

And the dragoons, who were hovering in the sky and looking down at the situation on the bridge, already felt that they had finished their work.

But in the crowd on the bridge, a man who looked like a warrior suddenly rampage, causing a riot.

The dragoons, who were soaring in the wind on the back of a dragon, immediately decided to descend some height and see what was going on.

And he just started to act tacitly with his wyvern companion, and the next moment

"Whoosh!"

A [Thunder Spear], with a golden trail, slashed through the root of the Wyvern's wings that had just fallen a little high!

The [Thunder Spear] seemed to have been aimed at the wings of the Wyvern, with the intention of abolishing the Wyvern's flight advantage.

It was only because of the decision of the dragoon just now that he lowered his position and flew into the air.

Thunderbolt's [Miracle] is the nemesis of the dragons.

In the pioneering period of the Age of Fire, it was King Gwen who led the Protoss to condense into a spear with thunder and lightning, and shot through the immortal dragon scales of the ancient dragons, so that the dragons could be harmed and then die.

This restraint effect has continued to these thin-blooded wyverns today.

Thunder and lightning against dragons will be extraordinarily effective.

This is also common knowledge within the Knights of Lothric, who used to be the Dragon Slayer Knights.

"Bastard!"

The dragoons on the back of the flying dragon suddenly had a layer of white sweat under the armor!

His current position is not low, if he loses the ability to fly just now, just falling is enough to fall to death!

Is one of those pilgrims crazy?

The first reaction of the dragoons was this.

The initial fire was dim, and most of the pilgrims' bodies had reached their limits, so it would not be surprising if they went crazy or died on the spot.

There is also a reason why Lothric only allows a few groups of pilgrims to enter the city each day.

But the next moment, he knew he was wrong

"Whoosh!" *N

The first [Thunder Gun] just now seems to be just a starting pistol, and it is good to be able to hit, which is a good start.

But even if you miss, there are still dozens of [Thunder Guns] left!

A large area of golden thunder and lightning condensed into tiny thunder spears, projected towards the sky.

The power of this thunder and lightning is of course far inferior to the great wars of the beginning of the Fire Age, but the flying dragons controlled by the knights of Lothric are not those immortal ancient dragons at the beginning!

"Hoo fan!"

The wyvern controlled its wings at the knight's command, trying to dodge as best it could.

The air-to-ground advantage was obvious, just a few simple displacements, and most of the [Thunder Guns] of the large number of [Thunder Guns] were missed, and they flew to the edge of the sky under the golden wake.

And a small part of the [Thunder Spear] still fell on the body of the Wyvern.

"Whew!"

The flying dragon roared and screamed in pain, but although the thunder and lightning restrained the dragon clan, these [thunder spears] did not hurt the wings, the root of the wings, the chest, and other fatal places.

So although the flight became difficult, it didn't just fall down.

"Blow the trumpet!"

The dragon swept over the gatehouse of the bridge, and the dragoons yelled at the stunned guards.

"Call for support! It's not like someone is going crazy! It's a riot! ”

The sound of "clang" sounded one after another under the gatehouse.

It was the sound of people dressed as pilgrims taking off the stone turtle shells on their backs!

In the dark crowd of pilgrims, it was impossible to tell who was the attacker and who was innocent.

"Rush into Lothric! We poof! ”

The person who rushed to Lan En first was also the first to take off the disguise of a pilgrim on his body, drew his long sword under the black robe, and shouted loudly.

But before he could finish speaking, Lan En's body had already burst into front of him.

The man didn't even stop the slogan in his mouth, and the long sword in his hand stabbed at the witcher without hesitation.

Lane's large hand intercepted his wrist halfway with precision, and then in his stunned gaze.

The absolute superiority of the power pressed the blade against his own neck, and then pulled it neatly

Blood spurted very high.

But Lan En's face was not pretty.

Because those slogans were still shouted as the command sign of the riot.

Shouted from the mouth of another person far away on the bridge deck.

They really went through a comprehensive plan before they started to act.

"We must meet Prince Lothric! Meet King Othroace! so that they can save the flames! ”

After shouting the slogan 'The action begins,' the man took refuge among the pilgrims nearby.

Use them as your own physical shield to confuse the public.

(End of chapter)