Lan held out his finger towards the little baby that looked like a dead corpse, and Oserot naturally grasped Lan En's finger with his thin, almost dragon-clawed hand.

It's because . Have I received Sunlight Moisturizing?

It was the highest healing [miracle] that only Princess Lothric, the mother of Oteroth, could grasp.

As the youngest son of one of the most powerful Protoss of the day, Oseroth may be able to feel the power of his mother in this situation.

At the hands of his father, he was forced to undergo an experiment that almost killed himself, and it was only natural that he would reach out to his mother's gentle and bright power and thirst for love.

"It's a pity that the gods who exterminated the ancient dragon clan and created the age of fire are now pursuing the form of the ancient dragon in an attempt to adapt themselves to the era without fire?"

Rann held Oserot in one hand as he looked at the corpse of the white dragon of Osloas lying against the wall.

For a moment, I felt a little ironic.

"You'll take care of him first, Flannel Ball."

"Meow?" Sanhua Kitten covered her head with her mouth wide open and asked in disbelief, "I haven't seen a cub meow!" ”

"What's the solution?"

Lann shrugged and put the baby, about the size of Elu, back into the flannel's raised hands.

"I still have to follow the instructions of the priest Emma, and go deeper to the fire sacrifice ground. How is it possible to carry a baby? ”

"And he's a Protoss baby, not so fragile. It's at least much better in your hands than in the hands of Othrois. ”

Lan reached out and touched the head of the flannel ball.

"Stay here with him, we've both cleaned up the surroundings, and it's not dangerous. When I'm done, I'll go back the way I came, and then I'll be able to hand Oserot over to the priests. ”

"I heard that the chief priest of Loslick, according to tradition, will also serve as the prince's wet nurse, which is just the right professional match."

Sanhua Kitten lowered her head and sighed, and looked at the baby who was held above her head with helpless eyes.

"Okay, but come back soon, meow. You can only watch children but you can't fight. So boring. ”

Flann's words made Lan pout, reaching out and nodding its forehead.

"You don't want to be like a war maniac!"

"But fighting is more interesting than watching children, meow!"

"He doesn't cry or make trouble, it's very worry-free."

Under the skillful prevarication of the witcher, Eru reluctantly accepted the task.

The flannel ball held the baby in his hand, and looked aggrieved in the corner of the palace that had been even more dilapidated by the battle just now.

But Lan, who didn't need to bring the oil bottle, breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the other end of the palace.

From time to time, he moved his wrists, elbows, and shoulders.

The entanglement with Oceloas just now, like a pas de deux on the tip of a knife, was not without any effect on him.

Even with his current body and physical strength, when he had just killed the White Dragon Demon King, he already felt the saliva in his mouth become sticky. It also smells of rust.

His chest was bulging like he was pulling bellows, panting.

Moreover, the two arms holding the sword also began to appear contusions and sprains to varying degrees.

Fortunately, the extent of these minor injuries was under his control.

A natural and refreshing force spread from the small coat of arms hanging around his waist to his whole body.

It's like drinking a glass of chilled orange soda on a hot day.

The power of the [Early Recovery Talisman] is repairing those inconspicuous minor injuries on his body, and making his state close to the 'best'.

When he took a sip of [High White Honey], he relieved the poison of the potion on his body. After picking up the [Dragonroar] heavy ballista that he had just thrown on the ground, and putting a new magazine back in the alchemy leather bag.

I don't feel the faint pain on the joints anymore.

Compared with the [Swallow] potion, this kind of thing that takes effect throughout the whole process is still a little more worry-free.

At the other end of the palace of Oslois is a stone door with a rough polish.

Even though the palace was tossed back and forth by the mad Ocelois, the stone door still looked a little out of place in the artificially trimmed structure.

"Deep. Keep walking"

Rann confirmed Emma's description with Mentos as he pushed open the stone door.

After entering the stone gate, there is a stone staircase that descends.

Judging from the direction of the city of Lothric, it is already deep into the mountain, walking towards the other side of the mountain.

After descending the stone steps, Lan En looked around a little strangely.

He subconsciously felt that he was in a powerful force, but this power was in an unconscious state, just like air.

The witcher watched where he was.

It is a small foyer after a staircase, and the stone used on the walls on the left and right sides of the foyer is completely different from the ceiling and floor, and it is also different from the previous building.

The rest of the place is hand-trimmed, neatly made of stone masonry. can be on the left and right sides of the wall

"Is this some kind of rune?"

Lann muttered as he rubbed his fingers against the wall with leather gloves attached to them.

The building material used on both walls is a large, angular stone brick with some sort of runic mark on the front.

It's just that this kind of stone brick has some different damages.

It stands to reason that in the king's bedchamber, how could this still be made of broken bricks?

And this place doesn't look like it's been tossed by Othroes after going berserk. The building materials are inherently broken.

"And this texture."

Lan En rubbed against the wall as he pulled out a stone from the alchemy leather bag at his back that he couldn't grasp.

It was the wedge-shaped stone he had picked up from the courtyard earlier.

The witcher looked at the wedge-shaped stone in his hand in a daze, and then turned his gaze to the wall in front of him.

It's the same material, yes.

Both walls are all cuneiform stones?!

Even Lan En could only blink his eyes in a daze under such circumstances.

Wedgestone is an important and precious raw material for forging weapons in this world.

The more complete the wedge-shaped stone, the stronger the power, and it is rumored that the complete wedge-shaped stone original plate was the raw material for the gods of the age of the gods to forge weapons.

Ordinary warriors, and even low-level priesthoods of the White Sect, could have one or two of the smallest, marble-like shards of wedge-shaped stone.

And now these two walls.

"It's all wedge-shaped stone plains?!"

Although each slate is sporadically damaged at the corners and corners, the overall shape is complete.

This is already a [Wedge-shaped Stone Disc]! The world's highest quality forging material!

No wonder it feels like there's a powerful force unconsciously entrenched.

These two walls add up to hundreds of wedge-shaped stone discs! That's hundreds of godly weapons sitting here!

Rann knew that the normal Othloes was very powerful, and so was the Lothric under his leadership.

But he didn't expect that even now that the end of the fire was approaching and everything was declining, Lothric still had the ability and resources to gather these world's most precious materials and use them to build a few walls.

"Used to build a few walls. What is it for? ”

Lan En muttered puzzled.

But he didn't dare to act rashly.

After all, with the knowledge and strength of Othroace in his normal state, it was not impossible for him to do something against the first fire that was the foundation of the world, even if he was a building ritual.

It is possible to construct a great ritual and a great magic.

If something goes wrong, who knows how those hundreds of wedge-shaped stone discs will react?

But here's the good news: Lann is certain that the walls aren't finished yet.

Because there is a wedge-shaped stone disk at the witcher's feet, which has not yet been embedded.

Now, this piece of the most precious material in the whole world is lying on the ground like ordinary stone bricks on the construction site, and there are chisels and shovels on it.

It looks like a temporary break on the way to the project.

Lan En scratched his cheek and looked down at the large wedge-shaped stone disc.

If it hasn't been embedded yet, then the ritual and magic are not complete, right?

Then it shouldn't be in the way to take this piece away yourself?

Lan En swept aside the chisel, shovel, and other tools from the wedge-shaped stone disk, and then hugged it with a sigh.

He didn't dare to move those that had been embedded in the wall, for fear of causing some problems.

Even if the power of these hundreds of wedge-shaped stone discs was revealed, he doubted how much was left of the entire city of Lothric.

And now that Ocelois himself has been killed, this 'leftover' that hasn't been embedded must be useless!

Lan En stuffed the wedge-shaped stone plate into the alchemy leather bag.

After passing through this small foyer, which looked inconspicuous, but contained power and value, it was truly shocking, and Lan En continued to walk deeper.

After walking for a while, he faintly heard the sound distorted by the echo from the winding corridor.

It was the sound of blood splattering, blades stabbing into the flesh and pulling out.

Someone fighting inside?

Lan's footsteps quickened, and when he saw the sound in the hallway, there was only one person with a strange twin blade.

A person who wraps his head and shoulders in a dirty, torn hemp cloth.

He's stabbing someone dressed like him to death.

The corpses were piled up at the base of the wall in the hallway, and they were lined up for a long time.

The one in front of him was the last one.

Is this some kind of sacrifice?

Lan En was a little unsure.

If it were another world, it would have been a murder scene without a doubt.

But in a world where death itself is ritualistic, the Lordic knights even pursued beheading as a noble way to die.

Lan En could only frown and cautiously approached forward.

Originally, he wanted to say hello and ask.

But alas, the guy who had just stabbed to death a man dressed the same as himself.

Without saying a word, he held the two odd-shaped twin knives in his hand and approached Lan En with small steps!

(End of chapter)