Lann watched as Rudolph sat on the Throne of Longing, fiddling with the large shell of the crystallized lizard.

He stretched and curled the back shell with clusters of crystals, using spell abilities and chanting spells from time to time.

He is the Salary King, and sitting on the throne not only provides power to the Initial Flame, but also possesses the remnants of the Initial Flame in his body.

Therefore, it also saves steps such as furnaces, and his body is the hottest furnace in the world.

Eventually, the back shell of the crystalline lizard was closed by Ludos to form a hollow orboid shape.

Those crystalline clusters reflect each other's mysterious glow in the spheroid, as if repeating the process of infinite refraction and reflection.

Let the light itself become distant and mysterious.

"Now, put in the soul you hold in your hand, which has been deformed by the power."

Rudolph held a popcorn bucket and handed it to Lane.

The witcher, on the other hand, looked left and right slightly.

Then, the only deformed soul left in his body was placed through the mouth into the orboid body covered with crystal clusters.

The soul flame of Ocelois originally carried a crystal blue, and after entering the interior of the sphere-like body full of crystal clusters, it emitted a beautiful deep blue light in the continuous crystal refraction.

"Oh, it's still a great soul."

Rudos retracted the furnace containing the soul to his chest and recognized the soul inside.

The short, thin old man was embarrassed.

"In this last age of fire, even those as great as King Oslois will fall and perish."

But the fall of an old acquaintance only caused a burst of emotion.

After all, in today's situation, anyone can face death.

The dwarf Salary King turned to the witcher.

"This soul, I can extract two qualities from it. But I beg your pardon, good boy. I can't give you a choice, because one of the spells involves too dangerous knowledge. ”

"But I can condense a weapon from this soul for you."

"Just do what you want." Lan agreed indifferently.

He had done this to comfort Rudos, who could only sit on the throne, and he didn't even care if Osloes's soul could be transformed into a harvest.

"Maybe you can take this soul and study it slowly? Be a business, keep yourself busy. ”

Lanne's offer made Rudolphs smile 'hehe'.

"Thank you for your kindness, kid. But the soul of King Othlois had been alienated to such an extent that the grandeur and profound knowledge of his past life had withered and destroyed, and there was really nothing to bother withering about. ”

"Here, pick it up."

As he spoke, Rudos pointed the opening of the smelting furnace back at Lan En and reached out and handed it over. He was not given another chance to shirk.

And in the mouth of the smelting furnace, a sword hilt that had not been traced a moment ago was now sticking out of the hole, as if waiting for someone to pull it out.

Lan En first raised his eyes to look at the dwarf Salary King who was holding the smelting furnace, and then, under the other party's repeated affirmation, reached out and grasped the outstretched hilt of the sword.

Then pull it out slowly.

"Wow~"

Even though he had seen a lot of high-quality, superb weapons, Lan En still unconsciously marveled at the beauty of this sword as he slowly pulled out the entire sword.

The overall sword shape is leek-shaped, and the arc is smooth and crisp.

The length of the hilt is one meter and eight upwards, and the widest root of the blade is as wide as two ordinary palms, and the further you go to the tip of the sword, the narrower it becomes.

It seems to be because of the magic material, but the thickness is not exaggerated, showing a kind of thinness and sharpness.

The entire blade of the sword was made of some kind of blue-blue crystal, which seemed deep and long-lasting. The black and gold cross sword grid and hilt add to this temperament.

As if due to the reason that it had just been condensed from the soul, the inner power of this sword was briefly revealed after it was completely pulled out of the smelting furnace by Lan En.

The originally dull cyan blue sword body began to shine from the inside out, and the sword body was illuminated by the inner light into ice blue, and the intricate magic patterns in the crystal of the sword body were also revealed, showing a lighter blue with higher brightness.

"[Moonlight Greatsword]."

After Lane drew the sword, Rudos watched with relief, and relayed the message from Othloes's deformed soul to him.

"This is a magic dragon weapon handed down in the name of the Hiss, a traitor to the ancient dragon in the ancient dragon war, a relative of King Gwen, and a scaleless deformed white dragon in the era of mythology."

"Othroes is supposed to be chasing Hiss's traits."

Rudos shook his head and sighed.

"In fact, with the power of Osloes, it is stronger than Hiss himself. But perhaps in his eyes, it was more important to use the Hiss's traits as a channel to find the key to transforming into an immortal ancient dragon, right? ”

"This sword contains the ancient and deep moonlight, which is what Othrois is obsessively pursuing. It's a pity."

"By the time the moonlight finally took shape in his soul, his own mind was so crazy that he didn't even have the ability to research."

Lan En held the Moonlight Great Sword in front of him with one hand, carefully admiring the magnificent magic patterns on the sword's body.

The bright blue glow illuminates his side face with a bit of magical beauty.

It wasn't until the sword's power retracted into its inner body, the magic pattern dimmed, and the sword body turned back to a cyan blue that had lost its brightness, that Lan En put it down.

Although this sword is thin and sharp because of the material it is cast, the overall weight is not much different from that of a steel sword of the same volume.

In the hands of a senior warrior with an ordinary physique, although this weight can be played, such a large sword body specification must also be held by both hands in order to better grasp the movement trajectory of the big sword.

But in the hands of a person of Lan En's physique, this is actually a relatively powerful conventional hand and half sword.

"Thanks, it's a good sword."

Rann thanked Rudos, and the diminutive Salary King smiled nonchalantly.

"Of course, it's a good sword. It can even become more powerful as you learn more about spells. ”

"I suggest you learn some magic, or spells, which will improve your knowledge. Oh, and some miracles will do. ”

"Spells, spells. I remembered. ”

Lan nodded to Rudos, indicating that he had listened to the other man's advice.

"Don't worry, Rudolphs. If I get another deformed soul like this, I'll ask you for help. Don't be bothered then. ”

The short salary king also knew that the other party just wanted to keep himself busy and relieve some pain.

So I smiled and nodded.

"Good boy, just take it. Look at how many traces of my craft can be left behind in my final moments when I am burned out. That's what makes Courland's name in the world."

Before Rudolphs could finish the word 'fame', a long, grand bell suddenly exploded in the air.

And the bell does not seem to be hindered or attenuated by anything.

The sound was heard through the vaults, from the heights of the towers to the bottom of the fire rituals, from the mountains behind Lothric to the distant secluded churches and cold valleys

The second bell has already struck.

The smile on Rudos' lips faded, and he seemed to lose interest in continuing to speak.

"Let's go, Lanne." He said lightly. "Live well, and you're going to give me back. Hey. ”

The witcher looked at him and nodded silently, turning away from Rudoth's seat of desire.

He looked at the old woman still cowering in the corner, and at the stout blacksmith who seemed to be hammering the anvil all the time in the depths.

The firefighter also finished ringing the bell and returned from the tower to the fire ceremony.

These people, including the lords of the vacant throne, are just poor people who have been bound here by fire.

When he stepped out of the dome of the building and saw the sky again, Lan En found that the sky was already faintly bright.

It seems that everything is like a law, repeated, normal and ordinary.

But at the end of the day, Lan En always felt that such a world was inevitable. It's brutal.

——

The way back was alone, but it wasn't difficult.

Those low-level priests who guarded the tomb and had gone crazy had been cleaned up by Lan En again when he went to kill the Crystalline Lizard, and they had not yet been resurrected.

And the grave keepers in the ash cemetery have become much better under the rekindled flames.

It seems that there is a work protocol that says what to do after the second bell.

When Lan returned, he found that the grave guards were ready to leave.

"The ashes that have just awakened are rarely clear-headed, and most of them kill living creatures when they see them, because deep down they still crave the flame, and the soul that fuels it. Therefore, no sane creature should appear to them at this time. ”

The grave keeper, who had regained some of his senses, said this to Len as he was leaving.

In the tens of thousands of years that Lothric has been spreading fire, there has actually been a very complete set of measures to deal with various situations.

This time the chaos is due to the fact that on the one hand, all conspiracies have come out in a hurry, and on the other hand, the flames have indeed faded to a certain level.

Lane didn't leave the way with the evacuated grave keepers, he still went back the same way.

Beneath the small hole that led to the palace of Osloeth, Lan shot upwards with the hook of the projector, and then, after the hook was secured, he dragged himself to the platform in two or three leaps.

Further back, he also saw Eru and Protoss babies curled up and sleeping together.

Lan En woke up the flannel ball and quietly walked towards the exit of the Demon King's courtyard with Oseroth.

"Hello, what did you give him?"

Rann saw that Oserot still had some food scraps on his mouth, so he asked at the flannel ball.

"It's cheese meow. After all, he looks weak, he can't help it, he can't let go at all. ”

The triangular ears of the flannel ball shook and said.

(End of chapter)