"Holy Flower Shield."

Klimt had just rummaged through the location of the regular supplies in this supply house, not the corpses of the priesthood, so when Lane pulled out the shield, he had a complicated expression.

On the one hand, it is a pity, and on the other hand, it is a please.

Sadly, even this shield did not save the life of the priesthood. And happily, now they can use the shield.

"This is an ancient treasure of the White Sect that was once known as the 'Magician Killer'. The above combat skill is [Spell Block], even magic, the right time can be completely set up! ”

"Then you take it."

Without looking back, Lane threw the small shield at Klimt.

"I'm fast, and those spells are hard to touch me. On the contrary, if it protects you, it is important. After all, your restorative miracle is key. ”

Without much pretension, Klimt placed the small round shield on his left arm, pairing it with the spear he was holding.

It's all about being able to get the job done.

Later, Lenn and Klimt put together some flare pots of fire for the Winged Knights, as well as other bits and pieces against the mage.

Just from this supply house, it can be seen that it is not only the magician who wants to liquidate the suppression of the priesthood in the past.

The priesthood has also been on guard against magicians for a long time.

Having lost the suppression of Ocelois and the support of the two princes, it is strange that the parties that have long had a grudge do not go to war.

And in this supply house, after making the final preparations against the magicians, the team that rescued Ge Cide was finally about to advance into the enemy-occupied territory.

Klimta leads the way, while Lane directs the team and plans.

On the way to the dragon training ground, the group tried to keep their bodies as low as possible.

This is Lanne's request.

The goal of the mission is to 'bring the Angel's Daughter, Gercide, back to the secluded church'.

The best case scenario is to leave silently after finding the target, and if it doesn't work, try to get the person out and then kill it.

Starting the battle too early will only deplete the team's already abundant combat power and make the rescue process more difficult.

But the first problem: before entering the Dragon Training Ground, the gate was built on a small wall, which was very much in line with the position of the violent institution of the Knights of Lothric.

There were four or five crossbowmen and warriors patrolling the small walls.

They were condescending, and as long as Lan's team turned this corner, then no matter how much they lowered their figures, they would be seen at a glance and nothing was missed.

But under Klimt's sweaty eyes, Lane came up with a good idea with just a slight finger scratching his chin.

The witcher's cat's eyes looked around.

The evil results of the dragonization experiments spread by Oslois can not be distinguished from the inner city and the high walls.

The flakes of ash drifted down indiscriminately, infecting civilians who did not possess great psychic and supernatural powers.

In the inner city, there is no shortage of people who have grown into trees, rooting their roots and black oil in the cracks of the bricks.

The Dragon Training Ground is the control area of the Prince Faction, and they have cleaned up the monsters inside, but outside the Dragon Training Ground. There are too many people who have been polluted by the dragonization experiment.

They simply can't handle it.

And in just three or two seconds, Lan En found his goal.

It was two men whose clothes had been torn apart, their skin was pale, their hair was falling out, and their bones were bulging under their skin.

Or rather, the human form that has not yet burst out.

Lan En further observed these mad dog-like monsters in the Demon King's courtyard, and made some valuable observations.

Before the pus of these people burst out, they were like ordinary geistins.

It's just that if their eyesight is good enough, they can see the black mud surging under their skin, as well as the blood mist squeezed out of their pores and shattered by bursts of black oil.

It's just that if ordinary people want to observe these phenomena, then they have to get very close. Close enough to stimulate pus to burst out of the human body.

But the Witcher's vision was clearly better.

Lan En glanced around and found two people who were stupidly kneeling on the ground, raising their hands to the sky in a begging form.

He turned around and gave orders to the two golden-armored winged knights behind him.

"Those two guys, do you see?"

Lan En pointed to the location of the human pus.

"Throw them onto the small wall above, and do it swiftly and crisply. It doesn't take more than two seconds from getting close to throwing it out, can it be done? ”

The two golden-armored winged knights looked at each other, then turned to look at the target that Lan En had pointed out, and nodded.

Throwing a person on a city wall more than ten meters above the ground is a fantasy for ordinary people and ordinary warriors.

But the golden-armored winged knights, just holding their weapons up and up, it is estimated that it is enough to make the broken corpses of their enemies fly so high.

It is a completely normal manifestation.

Lanne's order was carried out without incident.

Before they could turn the corner, two geists tainted by the dragon transformation experiment were thrown onto the small wall of the dragon training ground's gate.

The sound of flesh being thrown onto a stone brick was like a water bag being smashed.

"What's that?"

"Alert!"

On the castle towers, there were voices of calm or panic, accompanied by the clashing of armor and the unsheathing of weapons.

But then for a moment, all of this noise was silenced by a voice—

The black mud crushes through human flesh like the roar of a mad beast!

"Squeak!" *2

Originally, when the two golden-armored winged knights approached, the Black Mud Snake Regiment was already preparing to break out of the body due to stress.

It's just that because the winged knight is too quick to get rid of it, the human pus is now completely deformed on the city wall.

"Bang bang bang!"

The narrow terrain on the small city walls is simply the favorite battle ground of the pus.

The stout black mud snake with unpredictable movements could even squeeze the human body into the corners of the city wall and crush it even when it turned around.

Not to mention two!

All of a sudden, the entire small city wall was thrown into disarray.

The people from the prince's faction obviously knew that people were afraid of fire, but under the frenzied attack of the two black mud snake groups, none of them had the opportunity to throw the flame pot in their hands.

Screams, the sound of flesh and armor being torn to shreds

The two human pus may be killed by the Prince's men, or an entire tower of guards, and then they will fall unconsciously, running into a corner and crouching.

But in short, they are out of their way now.

And that's a great joy for all.

Taking advantage of the chaotic battles and bloody scenes on the tower, the group quickly passed through this condescending observation point and entered the dragon training ground.

The scene of this training ground is very much in line with the speculation of the members of the Knights of Lothric on the high wall.

A large number of members of the Pyrophilia Knights were killed, and their corpses were strewn on the floor as they died.

It looked like it had just been grouped together in a few piles.

The prince's faction also wanted to give them rituals that were in line with tradition, but it seemed that there were too many dead people to take care of them. So only some of the corpses were neatly beheaded.

Blood trickled down the bright armor and solidified into a dirty, dusty scab mixed with dust and dirt along with the overshirt outside the armor.

There were also several huge corpses of flying dragons, which also smashed into the dragon training ground, smashing and collapsing the solid stone brick ground.

"Then we have to cross the Chapel of the Knights to see the bridge to the Great Library."

Klimt pulled his robe from the corpse of a Lothric knight, the sharp tear of the knight's armor hooking the hem of the robe.

"Don't be stupid, Klimt."

Lan En said with a frown.

"That method can't be used in the chapel, there must be top knights in it! Let's fly! ”

"You're carrying a bunch of winged winged knights, why are you fighting if you can fly over them?"

If it weren't for the enemy occupying the commanding heights just now, Lan En would have wanted to use the advantage of movement power a long time ago.

The archbishop was stunned, then nodded quickly.

He wasn't too used to having a group of knights who could fly short distances.

So much so that the habit of making plans seemed stiff in Lan's eyes.

The white-bearded archbishop looked around in the once majestic dragon training ground, which was now littered with corpses and broken stone bricks.

A direction was finally determined.

"Just leap over this wall! We went straight to the back of the chapel! ”

Without further ado, Lan En immediately set about making arrangements.

After all, listening to the commotion on the city tower, it was almost over.

The winged knights flapped their funny but effective little wings behind their backs, and their heavy bodies leaped over the barrier of the wall, taking Klimt with them.

Lann, on the other hand, was more nimble, and he directly hooked the crack in the broken stone brick at the head of the wall with the projector hook, and then jumped over it in three or two clicks.

With his first experience, Klimt quickly adapted to this efficient and discreet way of moving, and he began to abandon his notions of the height differences and walls in the mountain city.

And lead all the way to the big library.

On the way, Lann and his party did spot some Flame Transmission Knights Lothric who were hiding themselves in the corners.

Lann used the Captain's Ring as evidence to show them that there was still a Flame Transmission stronghold on the high wall, and that they were gathering power.

These knights, who had thought that the princely faction had already mastered the entire city, were all hopeful.

After a series of short flights, the team to rescue the Holy Maiden finally reached the Great Library, the lair of the sages, after crossing a bridge over the sea of clouds.

"Now, use perception again."

Lane spoke to Klimt after retracting the hook lock from the Winged Knight's armor.

"We've reached the big library and need to think about more precise location guidance."

The hooded archbishop nodded, then closed his eyes.

When he opened it again, Klimt's eyes were already unconsciously looking to the sky.

"The Holy Maiden is on the top floor of the Great Library!"

When Lanne and the Winged Knight heard this, they all looked up with Klimte's gaze.

In the gap between the spires, spires of the Gothic building, a faint yellow sky was flowing with yellow clouds.

(End of chapter)