"Brother."

An ethereal and weak voice rang out.

The voice slightly awakened Gwendelin's consciousness from his stupor.

It's not much, but it's precious in this difficult time.

This is Ilusir, the new capital of the gods, Ilusil in the Cold Valley.

Since the irrefutable god king of the previous generation of gods, the Sun King and the Black Salary King, Gwen, became the first Salary King to devote himself to the first fire and continue the flame ten thousand years ago.

The previous generation of gods fell apart, and all the gods moved out of the old god Arnorrond.

Only King Gwen's son, [Shadow Sun] Gwendrin, remained, became the new suzerain of the Protoss.

However, the influence of the Divine Clan Sect Master is not as good as before.

After all, the survival of the world depends on the first fire, and whoever shoulders the heavy responsibility of spreading the fire will have the undoubted authority in the world.

And after King Gwen, there is no doubt that it is Lothric who bears the responsibility of passing the fire.

As a result, King Oslois is only considered by the priesthood of the country of Karim to be the main branch of the Protoss.

But Gwendrin was at least the nominal Sect Master of the Protoss.

So he still maintains a considerable degree of influence.

He is the object of worship of the Darkmoon Cult, the remnant of the Knights of the Sword of the Dark Moon formed in the age of the gods, the Silver Knights who participated in the Ancient Dragon War, and the [Four Knights of the King] who were canonized during the time of King Gwyn.

These were Gwendelin's loyalists.

Ilusil is a beautiful and flashy city, with Gothic buildings built in the middle of a cold valley.

At the back of the complex is the old capital of the gods, part of the palace of Arnoor Lund, which Gwendlin has moved to in its entirety because of nostalgia.

In the era when the gods were still flourishing, the architectural style of the old god capital was the same as that of the gods, so grand that it sat above the clouds.

Because of the presence of the Shadow Sun, the city is shrouded in gentle moonlight and slowly falling snowflakes all year round.

It's quiet and beautiful, but it's a little less lively.

Gwendrin didn't care that the prestige of the Protoss fell to the royal family of Lothric.

He just wants to conscientiously maintain the age of fire that his father started, and this is his only insistence.

"Brother?"

Another soft, calm call, seemed to be a cause of Gwendlin's long non-response, which confused the owner of the voice.

"I'm here, cough, I'm listening, Yur Shika."

Gwendelin's slender fingers propped himself up, his long pale hair slid down his skinny collarbone.

Ever since his Darkmoon Pope, Sullivan, presented him with the Golden Branch, something seemed to be wrong with his body.

Even though it was a god that had survived from the age of mythology, Gwendrin had never seen such discomfort.

So much so that now it is difficult to even maintain sobriety, and even the return gift to the Pope has to be done by his sister Yuer Shika.

Send a hammer spear named after [Yuer Shika].

In this physical condition, Gwendelin could only temporarily hand over power to his sister.

Yu'er Shika is a girl like a ceramic doll, she is much taller than mortals, but because of her unworldly expression and character, it makes people have this sense.

She sat on the edge of her brother's bed, a fluffy tail sticking out from under her white gauze skirt, swaying on the smooth marble floor.

When King Gwen was alive, in addition to the wives of the Protoss, there were also illegitimate children born to the ancient dragon bloodline.

At a time when the Protoss had weakened with the First Fire, Gwendrin didn't care about the difference between legitimate or illegitimate children.

He just wants to preserve the Age of Fire, and his family.

"What's the matter, Yur Shika?"

Gwendrin struggled to put on the crown of the shadow sun that concealed his feminine appearance, symbolizing status and majesty, and asked his sister softly.

"Shalivan submitted the report."

Yuer Shika tilted her head and reached out to rallow her brother's hair from her collarbone.

He said that the situation in Lothric was not optimistic, and that the ruins of the fortress of Fran had already shown signs of lifestealers, so Oslois decided to raise the city and cut off traffic.

"He wants to send knights to Los Rick to help, and also to give Los Rick a channel of limited communication in this situation."

"You're saying he wants to send the little devil of the royal city to work as a porter in Lothric City?"

The Little Devil is a type of demon that has wide wings and has a good ability to fly and carry weights. Therefore, it was domesticated by the gods in the age of mythology.

Yur Shika nodded quietly, looking very calm, but Gwendrin knew - this was just ignorance.

Gwendrin thought to himself.

If the command of the little devil is given to Shalivan, and he is given the power to send knights to Los Ric, is the power given to him too much?

As the Darkmoon Pope, Shalivan's power is great enough in itself.

And now that he is unwell, many things to deal with are also on Sulliwan's shoulders.

And to deal with those things is to be in charge of power.

But a headache and dizziness struck, and Gwendlin's arm holding the edge of the bed went limp, and the crown on his head almost fell off.

Thanks to Yuer Shika for holding him up in time.

His body doesn't have much capacity to think anymore, and he can't support too heavy thinking.

Shaliman is good, he is intelligent and loyal, so do it. As long as the fire ceremony can be carried out normally, then the rest is not important.

Within the limits of his body, Gwendrin could only make this decision.

"Do as Shalivan says, and send the little devil out. It just so happened that the Priest Emma of Lothric also kept a banner that could call out to the little devil. The hassle of contact is saved. ”

Yur Shika had no objection to her brother's decision, and immediately turned to leave, walking towards the door.

The old god Arnorrond who had been relocated was so deserted and had sad memories of his own that even Gwendrin did not want to live there permanently.

Therefore, Gwendrin lives daily in the side hall of the Darkmoon Church of Ilussil.

It is also convenient for him to explain the scriptures to the believers in the Dark Moon Church.

There are many paintings hanging in this main hall, most of which have been handed down from the time of the gods.

To others, these are distant legends that are not true or false, but to Gwendlin, these are memories of the past.

Gwendrin took off the Shadow Sun crown and lay down again.

His face was twisted to the other side of the hall, the largest painting.

Above, there was a beautiful woman with a plump body, with a gentle and loving smile, lying on her side on the bed.

It's like the sun of love.

It was his eldest sister, the beloved Princess of the Sunshine, Gwen Evia.

At this moment of illness, Gwendelin could not suppress a wave of nostalgia.

"If sister."

The muttering of the Sect Master of the Protoss echoed in this empty and cold hall, and finally disappeared into nothingness.

And Pope Sullivan, who had been waiting outside the main hall for a long time, immediately reaffirmed the power in his hands after a simple negotiation with Yuer Shika.

He set out to get the little devil to go to Lothric, taking with him a few 'supports' he had promised the two princes.

'Support'.

The Pope, who respectfully retreated from the door of the [Shadow Sun] dormitory, quietly curled the corners of his mouth behind the mask that looked like a tangled twist of branches.

He had always found the two princes of Lothric a little ridiculous.

They followed an unparalleled wise man to learn knowledge, but only knowledge. I didn't learn a little bit of sophistication.

It's really plain cute to believe others just because they pass a few words.

And the 'support' he sent will preserve and bring back that knowledge.

After all, in Shalivan's opinion, those two princes were obviously not worthy of this knowledge.

He's the one who deserves! No doubt! ——

In the city of Lothric, the effects of the rise of the city were only briefly halted by the organized chaos.

But because the process of rising the city was very slow, it was not long before the conflict between you and me resumed.

"They were premeditated! Those bastard sages! ”

Lan En kicked the magician on the roof, and Lorenzo, who had been aggrieved for a long time because of his poor mobility, tore the magician in two in mid-air with his big sword.

Blood and slimy internal organs spilled down with a terrible scream.

He said hatefully as he pulled up his cloak with an iron glove to wipe his face.

"Oh, you're so sharp to find out so quickly that they were premeditated."

Lan's obviously piercing tone made Lorenzo's apple muscles bulge, but he couldn't say anything to refute it.

They were all ambushed on the street, and someone had to believe that they weren't 'prepared'.

And Lan En usually doesn't always speak with thorns, and he always maintains politeness when communicating with others.

But now he is not in a good mood either.

Lothric is the Holy City in charge of the Fire Transmission Ritual, and now the forces in the Holy City have 'blew themselves up'!

Can this fire be passed on?

If the fire is extinguished, will there be a stable environment in this world for people to live?

When you think about it, the end of the world is just around the corner!

"Don't be stunned!"

Lann jumped off the roof and beckoned to Lorenzo.

"The target of the raid and ambush is definitely not our two little people!"

The big man who is currently staying in the high wall, Lorenzo immediately thinks of the priest Emma and the head of the knights.

He was startled, and tensed up again from the slight relief he had slain the ambush.

"Go."

He subconsciously shouted, but before he could finish shouting, he saw the back of Lan En running towards it.

Then he swallowed the rest of the sentence back, picked up the Lustric knight's greatsword in his hand, and followed Lan En with a 'bang and a bang' step.

(End of chapter)