"Don't stop! Advance! Rush! ”

Lane shouted loudly, holding Grett in his arms, and marched forward under Klimt's guidance.

The large library is so large that even the beams used to reinforce the dome look like an intricate road.

The winged knights had already flapped their wings and descended to this level together.

The soul magic that rained down from below wasn't too dangerous for them.

As a knight of the angelic faith, their armor is inherently good against demons.

In addition, in the last supply before departure, each person was given a magic ashramone ring.

The small objects made by the priesthood make the resistance to demons even better.

Ordinary [Soul Giant Arrows] hit them, and it may take four or five rounds to have some effect.

But now it's not just 'four or five shots'?

"Bang bang bang".

Soul magic fell on the armor, followed by the sound of shattering into particles of light.

And the squeaky frenzied slaves, wielding their scorching crimson weapons, tried to climb up the tall and fat bodies of the winged knights like mad dogs, and then slashed and scratched.

In these tight and frantic attacks, the Winged Knights were wounded on a large scale for the first time under the leadership of Lane.

The high-level armor, which arced out to deflect attacks, was rapidly becoming shattered.

The slash marks of the weapon, leaving hideous scars on it.

The full-fledged wings, though comical in size, were constantly scarring and shedding feathers.

But their enemies are just as uncomfortable.

The little slave is as fragile as a chicken under a knife in front of a weapon of the Winged Knight's specifications.

Whether it's a short-handled double axe or a long-handled war halberd, as long as it is swept away, there is a muffled sound of fractures.

And if it touches the blade, there will be a sticky sound of flesh being torn and torn.

The coke pine resin had long been smeared on the weapons of the Winged Knights, and now they were swords and swords of fire with a casual swing.

And some of the more impatient Winged Knights have already jumped off the beams of the dome with their wings, trying to find the sages who are shooting magic below.

The sheer knights' large physique and ferocious mobility captured the attention of the sages.

There was a lot less magic coming to Lan's side.

Led by Klimt, who was familiar with the terrain, they found a vertical ladder from the beam, which landed on the stable terrace of the upper floors.

This large library is very large, not only in terms of floor space, but also in height, so that it is divided into several floors.

There are many bookshelves on each floor, piled high with books.

"This way!"

Klimt ran a few quick steps and stopped by an open window on the side of a terrace.

Having acted with Lann all the way, he is now somewhat used to how to think with high movement efficiency.

What's the way to go?

If you can flip it, you can turn it over, and if you can smash it, you can't finish it!

"Crackling", the spear in his hand was smashed, and the beautifully painted stained glass window was smashed.

The archbishop immediately jumped in through the large window frame that was one man high.

Lan En's steps were faster than him, and as soon as he followed him, he lowered his head and protected Ge Cide in his arms.

But as soon as he stepped into it, Lane saw Klimt's body fly backwards in the direction of his back as if he had been hit by something.

After the window was turned over, there was a spacious stairwell, and even the stairwell that connected to the staircase had several bookcases in the corners.

Lane didn't even have time to turn his head to see what had knocked Klimt out.

Because Klimta who was knocked out faced a more urgent and serious problem.

He flew upside down, hitting three or four bookcases in the corners of the stairwell!

The 'thud' of heavy cardboard covers hitting each other, and the 'thud' of bookcases being smashed and books falling in piles mingled together.

There is nothing abnormal about the book itself, there is something abnormal about the 'things' in the book!

Silently, the books that had been opened in the mess by the impact and fall stretched out many thin and sharp claws like Othroy's dragonization.

The paws were translucent and light purple, thin and long, swaying as if they were eager to drag someone to the book they were in, so that he could take a good look at the knowledge in the book.

As soon as Klimt crashed into the corner of the bookshelf and came into contact with the translucent claws that protruded from the books, her eyes widened involuntarily, and her expression became painful and frightened.

His mouth was wide open, like a fish that had been detached from the body of water but longed to breathe.

Lan's eyes deepened for a moment.

[Vision] is on.

Lan controlled his gaze so that he would not catch a glimpse of the contents of the books with his [Vision].

Mentos also automatically turned on the field of vision shielding, and took the initiative to fill those books with mosaic color blocks. Prevent the subject from missight.

And in this case, from the inside of those translucent claws, Lan En also felt an irrepressible trembling feeling.

It felt familiar to him, like the last breath of the old king before he died in the face of Ocloes.

Crystallized breath, the power of the curse!

Lan En, who didn't say that he could understand it with [Spiritual Vision], at least recognized this way of harm, immediately did not hesitate at all.

With a "click", the projector hook on his left arm shot out, grabbing the collar of Klimt's coat, who had just landed for half a second.

Immediately pull it back.

The archbishop had just been knocked out, but then he was pulled back again.

The priesthood robes on his body were torn apart, but Klimt, who had been pulled out, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

In the middle of those books just now, although it was only a moment of less than a second, he still felt like he was about to die.

Cursed to death, this curse caused by death Climt has seen.

In other words, as a priest, you should have seen most of the deaths in this world.

This curse didn't hurt people much at first, and it didn't even hurt.

It's just a fear that comes from the bottom of your heart.

But when the curse accumulates to the point where it crosses a certain limit, then immediately. The cursed will surely die.

As if growing out of the body, clusters of black-purple filthy crystals enveloped the human body and fixed into the last form of the deceased.

Whether it's the gods, humans, or any other species or life. The horror of the cursed death is never in the way it dies, but in the fact that it is never exceptional.

As long as you cross the limit of bearing, then you will definitely die.

And with Klimt being pulled out of the scattered stacks of books by Lanne, they had time to care about the power that knocked the archbishop flying.

The sound of iron boots trampling on stone bricks came from the other side of the stairwell, the outer hallway of the large library, and through the doorframe the faint yellow sky of Lothric.

And a knight with the great sword of the Knight of Lothric on his shoulder walked in from outside the door.

His visor had been lowered, but even when he looked at it through the helmet viewing hole, he could feel a chill.

His Rosric Knight greatsword had a sparkling white glow.

It was a miracle [Blessing Weapon] that a high-ranking knight must master.

Immediately, the knight-level Rosric knight of the rank of knight commander stepped forward and stabbed towards Lan En with a single blow!

The whole Lothric Knight's greatsword is like a spear! He poked it out!

However, the difficulty of using such a great sword is not at all the same as that of a crude weapon such as a spear.

With just a small moment on the grip, you can use the entire greatsword vigorously.

This knight's level is not much worse than Lorenzo's!

And now Klimt was lying on the ground and hadn't gotten up, and Rann was still holding Grett in his arms.

"Bang!"

Just as the great sword rolled up with a terrifying whistling sound and stabbed towards him, Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly.

Seeing the tip of the fine blade rush to his chest, he suddenly used his left hand to form a mudra and aimed it at the side of the big sword!

【Alpha Seal】!

Being beaten in the process of a powerful thrust is a crooked sword, which is normal for an ordinary swordsman, even if he can't hold the hilt of the sword on the spot.

But for the calibre of this knight. It's just a 'struggle' that doesn't even procrastinate.

"[Force Burst]? Catalina's drunkard's little trick! ”

Like Lorenzo, he seems to see Len's Alpha Seal as a unique wonder of a country called Catalina.

The trajectory of the thrust was tilted sideways, but the knight's bottom was surprisingly stable.

Following the direction in which the sword was smashed, he swirled all over his body.

The thrust of defeat immediately turns into a downward slash with additional turning inertia!

Lan En's move of crooking the sword body only increased the inertia of the slash! But it only wasted a small amount of the other party's time.

But in fact, the witchers are just preparing to buy this time.

Facing the big sword that the opponent had chopped down, Lan En took a step back.

Followed by

The wind of "hulala" swirled.

The Winged Knight breaks in with flashing wings through the window!

His fat armor swirled, as did the twin axes in his hands.

The Knight of Lothric, whose side body was defenseless because of his moves, immediately looked like a broken rag doll.

A series of sparks burst out of his body, and then he was slashed out and slammed into the wall!

His soul power was still strong, so injuries weren't a problem.

The knight of Lustric, who was knocked away with his great sword, held on to his sword and tried to stand up and deal with a new enemy.

A priesthood who had just been knocked away by a sudden strike, a warrior who was tied, and a winged knight. It's nothing, after all, the first two are not a threat at all.

But just as he was about to regroup, he finally straightened his shaking helmet and pointed his eye at the observation hole, but he was stunned to find that inside the small stairwell.

At least three Winged Knights have already flown in.

His body stiffened for a moment as he stood up with his greatsword, and it was the last moment of his life.

Because in the next moment, the three spinning 'Bladed Gyroscopes' completely drained his soul power.

This was followed by a slashing and slashing of the flesh, and finally there was no life.

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