The Priesthood of Ignorance, torn in two by the greatsword of the Church Knight, still bleeding from the ground with his upper body, twitching and struggling.

Slapping the ground makes a 'pop' sound.

But then, the tall and strong body of the church knight who had cut him in two fell to the ground with a 'bang' along with the heavy armor of his whole body.

There were no other wounds, just the lower edge of the barrel-shaped helmet facing the sky, and the neck that was connected to the cuirass was rushing out with the rhythm of the heart.

The Church Knights are very good warriors.

Lann agrees with this.

But when the flannel ball makes his helmet look at the hole, it can't be aligned with his eyes. The warrior who lost his vision suddenly became a big threat.

At that time, he also wanted to reach out and grab the kitten standing on his shoulder and picking up his helmet.

But Lan En stepped forward, first grabbing the wrist of his hand that was not holding the sword.

The boots stepped on the wide Church Knight's greatsword again.

Immediately after that, he just took Arondette and pointed it at his throat and sent it in, and it was all over.

If you fight seriously, with the body, technology, and armament of the church knights, you can also fight back and forth with Lan En, and entangle for a few minutes.

It's like being in a secluded church.

But now, Lan En didn't want to dwell too much, because the first flame was about to go out, and the darkness inside him was also stirring.

He also wanted to hurry over to see what was going on at the Fire Transmission Ground.

So simply let the flannel balls go together.

In terms of dexterity, the flannel ball is much stronger than Lane.

In battle, a fighter with small and agile goals can do a lot of things.

The other knight of the Great Sword Chapel who guarded the door was treated in the same way.

In the battle, one side has an advantage in numbers, and the gap in basic quality is not very large. That's so easy to fight.

The flannel ball went up to disrupt the enemy's vision, and Lan En found the opportunity to use his own strength to clamp down on the opponent's limbs, and then slashed down at the position.

If the Knights of Lothric had come over, it might not have been easy to face the Church Knights.

Because although they are all powerful knights, it is obvious that the knights of the church are much stronger than the ordinary knights of Lothric in terms of strength and physique.

This is also determined by the fighting style of the respective knights.

Facing each other head-on in terms of strength, the Knights of Lothric may be directly swept away by the Knights of the Church.

But Lan's power can suppress the church knights very well.

The plate armor and chain mail on the body made a continuous collision sound in the confrontation of power, and the leather belt also made a taut 'rattle' sound.

But to no avail.

The strengthened muscles and bones burst out with even more considerable strength under the hormonal action of the [Holy Song Gland].

Lann pressed the knight's arm down inch by inch in the wrestling

The two knights guarding the door were already lying on the ground.

Wait for the witcher to lift their barrel helmets, and it will indeed be as he thought.

The two knights were no longer human, their heads under helmets were decapitated, and their bodies were emaciated under the heavy and burly armor.

Moreover, there are already something resembling plant roots growing on their body surface.

The knight of the church guarding the main entrance wears a jeweled ring on his hand.

It was a blue gem the size of an ordinary man's fingernail.

Lan could sense the magic on it, so he took it together.

At this point, both the witcher and the Eru could already hear a strange and terrible howl.

"Woooooooooooooooo

The voice came from behind the gate, poignant and eerie.

A person and a cat glanced at each other, indicating that they could not tell from the sound that something was neighing or wailing.

As we approached the gate, the screams of pain became clearer and clearer.

The three-flower kitten was a little frightened under this gloomy environment and strange wailing.

A pair of big eyes widened, and he looked around in surprise.

Lane, on the other hand, stood in front of the door, pinching his forehead.

Although there has long been such a psychological preparation as 'King Oslois has gone wrong', it has come to an end

"It's not optimistic."

Thinking about the current state of this world, Lan En still sighed and said.

Immediately, a pair of palms wearing leather gloves with rigid armor pressed against the door and pushed inward with force.

In any case, things still have to be done.

With the sound of the door opening with a 'squeak', some white mist that looked like it was cold, but not cold, escaped from the door that had just opened a crack.

The witcher and Eru looked at each other, and the flannel ball seemed to be encouraged by their gaze.

Immediately straightened his chest and walked in with Lanen.

It seems to be the king's bedchamber, and the magnificence of the time can be seen from the solid stone bricks on the ground, and the dozen or so thick marble columns under the dome.

But that's just the past.

Now, it seems like someone has been going crazy and smashing here for a long time.

All of the original luxury furniture had been shattered into unrecognizable pieces, the tightly laid stone bricks had been smashed to the point that the corners were out of alignment, and large swaths of stone bricks had been squeezed out of their original arrangement.

And in the depths of the room, that mad 'thing', or King Othrois!

It's a weird one with its back to them. Dragon.

Lan En has seen a lot of dragons.

Flying dragons, dragons as magical creatures, dragons as natural creatures, he had seen them all.

But in front of me.

He was about fifteen meters long, with limbs, a tail, and a pair of wings around his waist.

However, although the number of limbs is right, the proportions of the limbs are completely abnormal.

His wings were surprisingly small, and his limbs were long but surprisingly thin, almost as if he had no muscle or fat, just a layer of skin attached to his bones.

There is no sense of strength and strength of dragons. On the contrary, there is an eerie and eerie feeling.

There are no dragon scales on the skin, and the whole skin is like a layer of slippery rubber. It presents a sickly, disgusting color with blue on the inside.

On the long strip of his dorsal spine, a piece resembled a fungus-like stipe, which was still swaying with his slight movements.

The strange and painful roar that came from the door just now came from his mouth.

And as Lan and Flannel Ball stepped into the room, the terrifying and eerie roar stopped abruptly.

"What do you want when you have entered my courtyard? Those who disobey the king's commands. ”

His voice was deep, unhurried, and even somewhat organized. It doesn't match the roar just now.

But it is this kind of madness and reason that have changed in an instant in front of him, which makes people feel even more bottomless.

Lanne's footsteps came to a cautious halt.

"No one wants to disturb Your Majesty, but now the situation in Lothric is not optimistic, and the chief priest and the chief knight have entrusted me to come over."

"Not optimistic?"

Without waiting for Lan En to finish speaking, the 'Saint King of Lustric', whom he had never met, the founder and current king of the most powerful country in the Age of Fire, interrupted and asked rhetorically.

"Where to start?"

"The fire has been extinguished, but the king's shadow is gone." Lan tried to regulate his words as much as he could.

Perhaps it was because King Othrois was a god who survived tens of thousands of years ago, so his speech had an ancient tone.

If it were anyone else, it would be overwhelming enough to face this tone.

But the emperor's sons are very good at handling the tone.

So Lan En's response not only has the temperament of a long time, but even rhymes.

This caused King Osloas to twist his head back slightly.

"Now, you can't see the sun even in the daytime, Your Majesty. Darkness flourishes and is creeping in. ”

Lane explains to the king the plight of the fire-passing ritual.

He had expected that the king of Othloes would become nervous when he heard this, but he was unexpected

Ever since Rann came into this world, he has heard of his 'greatness', his 'contribution to the Age of Fire', and the 'bringing Lothric to the pinnacle of the Age of Fire'.

He didn't seem to care about the 'first flame going out'.

The slender tail with a smooth texture slid on the uneven masonry floor, unhurried.

"First fire. The initial fire is just something that will be extinguished sooner or later. ”

Othrois said unhurriedly.

At the same time, Lan En watched his movements from behind, not knowing if it was an illusion. It's a bit like holding a child in your arms, rocking gently.

"Lorien, Loslick. My two sons are right. Their teacher was right. ”

"If you can't continue the flame forever, then what's the point of thousands of years earlier or thousands of years later?"

"But when the flame is extinguished, everything that has been built up to this point by human beings, all life, will collapse. Social, technological, emotional. It's all gone! ”

Lan En said loudly, frowning fiercely.

Could it be that the old king actually supported the two princes? He also agrees that the first flame will eventually be extinguished, and that a short delay is meaningless from the perspective of the Immortals. It is only a futile effort to increase the suffering.

However, Osloais's words once again surprised Lanne.

"Everything will fall apart?"

There was sarcasm in Ocelois's tone, and the dragon's face turned, it was a potholed head with only a dragon's head in the outline!

"No, it won't"

His tone was as light as a dream at first, but as the words revealed more and more information and thoughts, his voice became more and more grandiose.

"My kingdom, my subjects, my family. None of this will collapse! Because I've found a way for us, for everyone, for everyone to survive in an age without fire! ”

"Look at this body! This body transformed towards the Immortal Ancient Dragon! Even without that ridiculous flame, I could be alive! Always alive! ”

"My children don't have to worry, I've 'impregnated' them, and they'll become immortal dragons too!"

"Subjects, don't worry, do you see the scattered flakes of ash? That's my research, the study of dragonization! I can make everyone in Lothric! One does not fall! All of them have become great beings who can live in the fireless era! ”

"This is the salvation I found! That's what the king did! ”

"You don't have to suffer anymore, knight. I, the king of Lothric, Fran, the god of fire in the age of the gods, and now Othloace! A path has been found for everyone to escape from the tragic cycle of fire! ”

The voice was as loud as thunder! It reverberated throughout the palace, even shaking up smoke and rubble.

Then, the mouthful white dragon curled up and hugged something in his arms.

"My beloved son, son of the dragon, O Othello. His birth is proof that I have chosen the right path! ”

The scaleless and strange white dragon, the grand voice he left behind in the last second still echoed among the marble columns, and the next second, he shook his arms softly, humming softly.

It's like an old father who loves his son and cares about his children.

And Lanne.

The witcher's hand had already grasped the hilt of the knife at his waist when he confessed that he had walked towards the city-filled people.

At the same time, behind the scattered silver hair, a pair of vertical pupils also became cold.

This pure, unadulterated and hesitant coldness stimulated Oceloes, who was holding his 'beloved son' in his arms.

His body, which had been gently shaking, stiffened, and then slowly turned around.

(End of chapter)