It is also one of the tallest palaces in the towering and sprawling city of Los Ric.

This is the residence of Prince Lothric.

It seems that King Othlois is guilty of this son who was born sick and weak, but was destined to become the king of salaries because of his pure divine blood.

He even set up his courtyard in a not too high part of the city, and gave the highest palace to the younger son.

It is also connected to the top of the large library of Lothric.

It is well known that the eldest prince of Lothric, Lorian, is good at war, and once led the knights of Lothric, as well as the few remaining black knights in the world, to defeat the filthy demons who coveted the first fire.

Slay the last hope of this race, the Demon Prince, by the sword.

Since then, even the sword has endured the last curse of the Demon Prince, and has always been entangled in flames and smoke, turning into a sword-shaped piece of molten iron.

The second prince, Lothric, was frail and sickly, and was carefully cared for by the priest when he was a child, and later studied with the original sage of Lothric.

People just enshrined the second prince as a candidate for the king who would inherit the flame sooner or later.

In fact, even the second prince's bed was placed high in this dormitory.

It wasn't like a place to rest and sleep, it was like. The altar that pays tribute to the Initial Fire.

If the king, who has been in charge of the fire transmission ritual for tens of thousands of years, had fully followed the wishes of the king, Prince Lothric would indeed have accepted his fate.

However, it was the original sage of Lothric who was responsible for teaching the prince.

Thousands of years ago, the desert nation of Casas swept through all but the pinnacle power of Lothric.

After conquering a country, King Vonnier of Casas would destroy the crowns that had been divided by the local gods, and in the end only one of his own crowns remained.

Thus was born the Overlord.

Dolan Gureig, who briefly presided over the fire transmission ceremony thousands of years ago.

But it was that brief reign that allowed an undead to kill all the people or things with powerful souls in that area.

In the end, he gathered a huge enough soul to become the salary king of that generation, continuing the burning of the first fire.

Later generations respectfully called him the [God of War] Fahan and enjoyed the throne of God.

But as a result, the originally powerful Dolan Gureg was defeated by Casas, and the displaced people and talents were collected by Losric.

Even the sheer number of people brought the dragon culture of Dolan Gureg to the city, forming an atmosphere of reverence for the power of dragons.

It was also during that accident that the original sage of Lothric came to Lothric from Dolan Gureg and began to take office.

However, only the princes who had been taught by the first sages knew how much knowledge their teachers had. There are no words.

That knowledge must have been beyond the imagination of King Othloes, and even beyond the imagination of the ancient gods!

And the students, who have received some knowledge from the teacher, naturally begin to be dissatisfied with the established fate.

It's not that they are dissatisfied with their own deaths, in this cruel world, even the descendants of the Protoss don't care much about their own lives.

What displeased the two princes was that their lives were about to be put on a fruitless matter.

Because in the mind of the original sage, he had always had doubts about the feasibility of the [Fire Transmission Ceremony].

This thought undoubtedly influenced the princes.

It also pushed things to this point.

"Kamui, have the Knight Captains and the Presiding Priest met with Maruk at the high wall as planned?"

On the high bed, the prince, dressed in a hood with the power of prayer, asked softly.

Prince Lothric's hand sticks out from under his clothes, and the shape of the hand does not resemble that of a human or a god. The fingers are sharp, and the skin and muscles are close to the bones.

Grotesque and pale.

A man with a wide-brimmed hat, a black trench coat, and armor knelt down on one knee.

He had a strange knife and a ribbed in his waist.

In a city full of Gothic architecture, it seems very incongruous.

On his hand, he wears a ring of the same pattern as the Knight Commander and Emma's Priest. It's just that the silhouette on the ring ring is a black wide-brimmed hat image.

The Black Hand of the King, another pillar of equal status with the three pillars of Lustric's royal power. It is directly under the command of the royal family, and only three people have been selected for assassination in the past dynasties.

The black hands of the kings of the previous generation have not completely died, but in order to achieve their goals, the princes have actually secretly cultivated their own [black hands].

"Everything went according to plan. Maruk gathered the head of the knights and the chief priest, but there seemed to be two more people present, which was insignificant. ”

Kamui pressed the brim of his hat and reported calmly.

And Prince Lothric, who had received the answer, also raised his deformed hand.

"In that case."

Prince Lothric's misshapen hand caressed the beautifully carved railing in front of the bed, like a guardrail that had enclosed himself.

He had already made up his mind, so the rest of his words were spoken simply and calmly.

"From now on, let's put out the rebellion!"

"The knights who disrespect the royal family have broken their oaths, and the chief priests of the dishonorable gods have reneged on their faith. Wipe them out, expel them, take control of the city. ”

"The sages of the Great Library will provide loyal help."

"At the same time, the whole city will be lifted up, cut off from the outside world. While Lothric deals with civil strife, please don't interfere with the forces of the unexpected world and the pollution of the abyss. ”

"Although in the ruins of the Farlan Fortress, lifesuckers polluted by the abyss have appeared. But we are not alone, and the Pope of the Dark Moon has made it clear that he will support the suppression of the Lothric royal family. ”

"Everyone!"

The door to Prince Lothric's palace squeaked open.

Behind the thick gate, which was nearly twenty meters high, was a neat row of Lothric knights, red and blue smocks, and Lothric soldiers.

"In the name of my father and Prince Lorian!"

'Hula', because the movement was so neat that even the sound of the clash of armor almost turned into a loud sound.

All the knights and soldiers, at the same time, fell to one knee in this noble and holy name.

——

"You guys here. Is there a silencing magic? ”

Lean whispered from the high walls of Lothric, looking into Lorenzo's eyes under a half-eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you seem to have said before that the sages got ownership of a large library from King Osloes, right?"

"You mean"

Lorenzo's eyes widened suddenly.

There is indeed magic in this world that can make the caster silent, so this time, Lan En is different from the past, relying on his extraordinary sense of smell, rather than hearing and sight, to discover the discordant factors that exist around him.

Lann and Lorenzo looked at each other, and his left hand was already resting on the handle of the long knife at his waist, indicating what he meant.

- Someone is hiding here!

The two of them are now located on a walkway on a high wall, with the city wall on one side and the houses on the other.

The height of the roof of the house is about 5 meters above the ground.

Because there is not much air circulation, the not-so-convenient sense of smell comes in handy.

Lan had just finished communicating with Lorenzo, as if confirming his words.

A bright blue light suddenly appeared from the roof of the house next to it!

With a "whoosh", the blue light was stretched into a huge arrow, which was fired towards Lann and Lorenzo below!

This kind of blue light, Lan En had seen Leonard use in a secluded church.

It seems to be a feature of the magic of this world, capable of directly harming souls through armor and flesh.

It is a magical property based on the ease of access and research of the soul of this world.

In the magical Middle Ages, even communicating with spirits was a highly technical task, and ordinary warlocks could not even think about it.

And here, spells that directly harm souls are the foundation of the basics.

It can be regarded as a manifestation of the different characteristics of the world.

Lan En suddenly retreated, and the combined use of [Light Body Technique] and [Acceleration Technique] made him break away from the blue light's aim like green smoke.

Lorenzo, on the other hand, rolled directly to his side, obviously wearing very awkward full-body plate armor, but this tumbling action was very skillful.

Not even the big sword on his back did not hinder him in the slightest.

This skillful dodging action didn't hurt him with that magic attack.

"Bastard! It's a sage! They did it first! ”

Lorenzo roared.

Lan looked up to see two men with staves standing on the roof of the house.

Both of their feet were covered in a cloud of light that glowed with a slight blue light, and there was no sound between their walks.

"Do you mages still do assassin work here?"

Lann shouted at Lorenzo in confusion.

"Otherwise, why do you think the Pychron Academy is famous?" Lorenzo unloaded his broadsword from his back and responded impatiently.

"Don't ask so much, kill them first!"

The chief knight wanted to get closer to the five-meter-tall dwelling.

It's foolish to keep your distance from an enemy like a magician.

When fighting magic, it is best for a warrior to get close to the caster and then slash quickly.

The surrounding residents were fleeing in a panic because of the sudden outbreak of clashes.

The magician standing on the roof was still magical, and occasionally the blue arrow would burst out in the crowd.

The affected ordinary residents were silent, and their bodies did not appear to be damaged, but the people were already motionless like rag dolls.

It seems that these mage assassins have no scruples at all.

Is it a coup d'état to attack the Knight Captain of the Knights of Losric in the street!?

There's no time to think about it so much.

Taking advantage of the enemy's unleashing of another blue arrow on the rooftop, Lan En held out his left hand towards it.

The projector on the armour emits a mechanical 'click' sound.

With a "whoosh", the hook claw ejected straight out, biting the shoulder of a magician.

The huge mechanical bite force directly caused the hook claw to dig into the flesh and bone of the person's shoulder!

"Ahh

With a scream, the staff in his hand fell uncontrollably on the wooden roof, and rolled down the slope.

The rope made of the mane of the great jackal dragon immediately contracted.

The man's weight was no different from a piece of rotten wood to Lane.

After the magician was dragged into his hand, Lan En turned his hand and threw it at Lorenzo.

His bounce seemed to be so bad that even if he rushed to the side of the house, he couldn't beat the magician on the roof.

Now they want to tear down the house with that big sword.

And the magician that Lan En threw over just happened to block a blue light arrow from his head.

Two magicians have solved one.

The other was not a threat to Rann either.

But just as the witcher was about to fire his hook again

"Boom !!"

The ground is rising! The mountains are moving!

The ground beneath his feet began to move horribly, and Rann was fine, his stance was always very solid.

But Lorenzo, and the others on the road, were all rolled together by the sudden change.

The ground lift caused by magic and miracles is not an earthquake, so the ground is actually quite stable in the upward motion.

And Lan En leaned on the edge of the high wall and looked down, only to see that outside the gate into the city, the bridge into the city had been torn off.

This huge city is raising its position on its own, isolating itself from the outside world by the difference in terrain.

(End of chapter)