Almost as soon as they saw the woman, Klimt and the Winged Knights felt as if they had lost their souls.

Thanks to the fact that the beam was not far from the birdcage-shaped cell, Lan En would have been worried that they would have fallen directly to the ground forty or fifty meters from the dome!

Klimt and Lane were the first to jump to the roof of the birdcage-like cell, and the witcher pried open a hole large enough to pass through their bodies.

The two then jumped into the cage, while the winged knights, who were overly fat in armor, remained on the beam.

As soon as she jumped down, Klimt ran in a panic towards the female figure.

I almost slipped on the parchment on the road.

Lanne, on the other hand, remained vigilant, with the base of the birdcage-like cell having a solid wood floor, not a railing. As a result, he couldn't look down to see the large stack below.

So Lan En could only walk quickly to the side of the cell and look down through the railing.

Because of this, Lan was able to see the mountains of books piled up by the fence.

Judging from just a few words, these recorded stories are also difficult for ordinary people to understand. But there is no doubt that these stacked books are the source of Lothric's angelic faith.

【Angel's Daughter】Ge Cide, legend has it that she lost her light and voice, but was taught by an angel. From there, she began to keep documenting those stories.

And if the argument that Klimt and Leonard have not responded positively is correct - Grett is actually the daughter of Princess Lustric.

That is, the daughter of the pseudonym [Mother of Rebirth] Rosaria.

Being told by an angel is just telling the story that her mother taught her, right?

Lan En looked through the crack in the fence to see the situation under the large library as he glanced in the direction of Ge Cide.

It was a very weak figure, but also very resilient and strong.

Although she was curled up on the ground, she still did not give in to the sages, but still told the story of the angel's faith in her blindness and voicelessness.

"O gods! What did those magicians do to you?! ”

Klimt suddenly roared in a low, grief-stricken and suppressed voice.

He trembled and lifted up the holy woman of angelic faith, and many white feathers had been scattered on the side of the holy woman.

Generally speaking, these feathers are a phenomenon that naturally emerges when the [miracles] of angelic faith are initiated.

But those are all detritus of light and shadow, and they will disappear automatically when the spell is cast.

But the pile of scattered feathers at the scene are all materialized feathers!

Even Lan En, who only knows a little about the [miracle] of angelic beliefs, can see that this is a trace that can only be left after being extremely squeezed to the limit of his spell-casting ability!

And Ge Cide obviously suffered more than that.

Lan En also hurriedly walked from the bars of the cage to the center, and crouched down to check on the Holy Maiden's condition.

But after lifting the tattered white hood, the witcher's mouth couldn't help but open.

"Jingle Bell"

Only a few small movements were made, but a sound of fine crystals colliding came from under Ge Cide's robe.

Lan En's hand was on Ge Cide's body, just casually, but he could already feel the feeling of pressing the crystal through a layer of cloth.

Lift the hood thoroughly.

"Woo, yaw"

The voiceless and blind saint can only express her pain in a babbling, meaningless voice.

Her face was vaguely recognizable, similar to Rosaria's.

With a sunny gentleness and quietness.

But now, most of this face is covered under ice blue crystals!

"Heresy. Exterminate heresy! ”

Klimt clearly couldn't imagine what had happened to Grett, his nails snapping into the hardwood floor, making a tooth-aching scratching sound.

His fingernails were about to turn over.

"Don't be angry!"

At this moment, Lane grabbed Kremt by the collar and shook him to his senses.

"You know more than I do, look at what this situation is, how urgent it is! What's the use of just being ruthless? ”

The archbishop, who was dragged by Lan En and forced to wake up, gritted his teeth and looked sadly at the holy woman who was already muttering unconsciously, although her eyes were still open.

He gasped for air, trying to control his emotions in this way, but the bulging apple muscles showed how hard his teeth were biting.

Klimt looked up and down Gret's body.

"They. They used the crystallized magic of the white dragon heresy to study the Holy Maiden! Now the crystals are constantly eroding inward! ”

That is, the situation is urgent?

Lanen's brow furrowed, but in the midst of the seriousness, there was some composure.

'Constant inward erosion', that is, not completely killed.

Rush for time!

Klimt lifted her head with the body of the Holy Maiden in her arms, just in line with Ran's eyes.

Both of them read the meaning from the eyes of the other at the same time.

So, without any delay, the witcher took the body of the saint from Climte's hands and stood up with her in his arms.

Klimta walked briskly to the birdcage prison, which hung in mid-air.

The talisman in his hand glowed white, and in a burst of white light feathers, a white-light double-pronged spear emerged and flew towards the prison door.

"Smack!"

It was the echo of the white light double-pronged gun shattering, and it was also the movement of the cell door being broken straight from the inside.

Suddenly, the scholars who were wandering and studying in the labyrinth-like bookcases on the floor of the large library all looked at the building dome above their heads!

They are all the same as the image described by Klimt.

Dressed in ornate and elaborate sage robes, decorated with gold ribbons, but these robes are covered with solidified wax.

There is a dirty, sticky feeling that doesn't match the elaborate clothes.

Their heads and faces were completely unrecognizable, as a thick layer of wax completely covered the entire skull.

This is the means of protection adopted by the sages in order to deal with the dangerous knowledge in the great library.

And as if out of some belief in the light, the sages not only held the candlestick in their hands, but also lit a small flame on the top of their waxy heads.

At this time, the sages scattered throughout the large library raised their heads at the same time.

The heads that looked like balls of wax were pointing in one direction.

There is no head with facial features, so it can't show their ruthlessness, coldness and other emotions.

But it is precisely because they don't even show their facial features that this scene is even more treacherous and gloomy.

But at this moment, whether it was Klimta or Lanne, and a team of winged knights behind them, they no longer cared about the sages' gaze.

The gate of the birdcage where Ge Cide was held was not strong, as if because the sages believed that the holy woman who had been studied by himself and others would no longer have the power to resist.

So Klimt was easy when he broke from the inside.

It was impossible to return the same way quietly, because by this time, the garrison on the bridge should have sensed that something was wrong.

Although because of the decisive actions of Lan and the three gold-armored winged knights, they were not quite sure how serious the situation was.

But there is no doubt that flying out of the original road now will be directly pursued by the defenders on the bridge.

And in the process of rushing to the lower level, the sages who are on alert will also pour out of the big library, just blocking them in the middle, directly blocking them!

Now there's only one way to go through the big library from the top down!

As long as they break forward faster than the pursuers can catch up, then they are really just facing the wave of enemies of the sages!

That's why Lane didn't stop Klimt and let him bombard the cell door in an almost venting manner.

I didn't plan to hide it in the first place!

"Arrow formation! Open! ”

Lan En, who was holding the Holy Maiden in his arms, gave orders without looking back, while the Winged Knights, who had long been enraged, flapped their wings at the same time, clenching their axes and halberds!

The saint was not as big as her mother, but it was also due to the fact that her soul was damaged and reflected in her body, shrinking her body.

But in short, when Lan En picked her up in the posture of a princess, she looked wilted and weak.

Jumping down from the mid-air cell door, there is another layer of wide beams propped up to reinforce the building's dome.

"Wow!"

Several of the dwarf slaves that Lan had seen many times were on the beams, seemingly acting as guards.

They chirped and shouted meaningless words, brandished their weapons wildly, and rushed towards Klimt at the front.

The small axes and scimitars in their hands seemed to be enchanted, and the striking ends were a hot dark red that had just been taken out of the furnace.

And Klimt was already furious.

The plaster-like coke pine resin was rubbed expressionlessly on the spear in his right hand.

Just like the effect of Yanan's [Fire Paper], a layer of flame burns in the place where it has been smeared, but it does not damage the weapon.

Taking advantage of the length of the spear, Klimt stabbed the little slave who rushed over and nailed him to the ground!

The little slave's disproportionately round belly to his emaciated limbs spurted blood like a punctured water bag.

Lan En, who held Ge Cide in his arms, had a vague air mass trail on one leg under the skirt.

First, with a 'poof', the little slave's slash was blocked by the Valyrian steel plate on his boot in the midst of sparks.

Then he kicked it over, and the little slave, who was smaller than ordinary people, flew out like a football.

Right at Klimte's side, he crashed into a giant blue arrow that was fired at him!

"Wow!"

The screams of the little slaves were noisy and painful.

The impact of the soul arrow knocked the small weight target out of an arc, falling from the forty or fifty-meter-high dome beam, smashing into the ground of the large library, turning into a puddle of splattered flesh on all sides.

And now no one cares about him.

The sound of "whoosh" is endless.

This is the base camp of sages and magicians, and there is no shortage of people who can cast spells!

Blue, multi-form attacks flew towards the dome.

The amount is so dense that it even makes people feel like they are going up from the bottom to the next blue light shower!

[Soul Arrow], [Powerful Soul Arrow], [Soul Gun].

All sorts of advanced or specialized spells are coming towards the dome above!

(End of chapter)