"Wow!"

The Kirin, who had been waiting for a while under the artificial 'cliff' caused by the rise of Lothric, hissed with a hiss that he didn't know whether it was triumphant or impatient.

Its crystal red eyes looked at the witcher who had been sent down by a few little demons who flapped their wings, and a few other fellows.

The huge mountain city of Lothric, which covered an entire side of a mountain range, directly rose more than 100 meters under the orders of the two princes.

This kind of power is logically more outrageous than hundreds of hydrogen bombs.

But in this world, as the most powerful of the Protoss, Lothric can do it without much effort.

At the same time, the Knights of Lothric, the biggest institution of violence, are still fighting with guns and swords.

This is very abnormal for the education that Lan En has experienced and the common sense he has constructed.

But considering the different characteristics and huge differences between the worlds, it may be possible to have this sense of dissonance. is normal.

As an ancient dragon of the New World, the Qilin certainly didn't care about the height difference of more than 100 meters.

This guy is estimated to not be injured at all when he makes a hard landing, and there is no doubt about the vitality and tenacity of the monster in the New World.

But if you sit on its back, the passengers can't stand the shock caused by the 100-meter drop.

So Lanne, Velvet Ball, and Oserot and Gott were all sent down by the little demons who were on standby at the gates of Lothric.

These little devils have slender limbs and bat wings, but they are surprisingly powerful and fly quite steadily.

Not long ago, the team of the secluded church led by Lan En successfully slaughtered out of the large library and brought back the [Angel Daughter] after Ge Cide.

Following the original route, he left the inner city smoothly and returned to the outer high walls.

The situation of Grett is not optimistic, and even later in the high-walled church, the two high priesthoods of Kremt and Emma perform miracles with all their might.

The erosion of crystals is too strong, and the knowledge of crystallization is too profound and ancient.

The story that the two of them have in their hands and can't do anything about it.

So in order for the Holy Maiden to be healed as soon as possible, they had to send Gercide to the secluded church, Rosaria, as soon as possible.

And, of course, Oteroth, who emerged from his father's torment.

In terms of movement efficiency, it may be that Lothric's Dragon Knight can compare with the Kirin.

But now that the dragon knights of the Fire Transmission Sect have been cleaned up by the prince faction in the inner city, there is only one candidate.

"Over to you, Lanne."

As she was leaving, Klimt held the witcher's hands, and her white bearded face looked uneasy and guilty.

"Please, you must"

Halfway through speaking, the devout believer choked uncontrollably.

"Rosalia really can't afford to lose anything more, she's already so sad."

"I will, friend." The witcher slapped him on the shoulder with a backhand, relieved.

The gentle and sincere face even made Klimt lose his mind for a moment.

"Venerable Rosalia has also rescued me from the darkness, and it stands to reason that I will send her child back to her."

Lane made a promise, and Klimt believed in his promise.

He had seen the character of a witcher for a long time, and he had no doubt about it.

"Don't get angry in an indifferent place, you!"

Lan En, who had been put down from the claws of the little demon, walked up to the Kirin and slammed his fist into the other's slender and graceful neck.

The unicorn shook his head unconcernedly, and the pale mane danced with it.

Turning over on the horse, Gott and Oserot were held in the arms of Lane and Velvet Ball, respectively.

"The goal is the secluded church, you remember the way."

After sitting down, Lan En gently patted the Kirin's side face and said to it.

"As soon as possible, man. The situation is not good. ”

Lan En looked down at the blind and voiceless saintess in his arms.

She huddled tightly into Len's arms as if she were snuggling into the last harbor, and murmured in pain from time to time.

Kirin also seems to feel this pain and urgency.

It turned its head back and looked at it, not playing or being lazy anymore.

The pair of red crystal eyes looked at Lan En and nodded solemnly.

Brilliant blue lightning shimmered and pierced the air on the beautiful blue and white fur of the unicorn. But it only flickered under the wide, draped silk rune cloth, and did not affect the passengers on their backs.

These electric lights stimulate the unicorn's body activity, and if necessary, make its skin harder than steel.

"Whoosh"!

The unicorn, which had controlled its speed to just the right amount, turned into a blue-white afterimage of electric light among the barren and messy earth and rocks, and shot out into the distance.

All the way is something that can be easily crossed for the speed of the Kirin.

Whether it is a hillside, a cliff, or a rock blocking the way, these terrains do not hinder the Kirin at all.

On the path of the living sacrifice, they also passed by the crystallized old man who had allied with the undead team.

But Lane didn't mean to provoke him.

Although the betrayal of the twin brothers of the Crystallized Old Man was already on the table, there was something more important to do now.

The journey was swift, and soon the witcher was back in the realm of the secluded church.

Although the sun has risen again, the dead, wandering undead have not returned to normal.

In the cemetery before the secluded church, the spirits whose corpses had been bitten by maggots wandered in large numbers, almost one step at a time.

And the grave keepers who were responsible for bleeding them and stuffing them back into their coffins were clearly insane.

They roamed around with their twin knives, and whether they were geists or not, it seemed that they would cut each other's bodies first.

Fortunately, with the mobility of the Qilin, these madmen didn't even have a chance to make contact with Lanen, let alone get in the way.

Passing by the chapel, Lane glanced inside.

The old knight who had spoken to him on the road, Grandpa Gail. Now that it seemed to be gone, Lane hoped he could find a place to live in the chaos of the world.

Re-enter the thick-walled church and look at the majestic and familiar buildings, the huge fiery red hanging cloths that hang from the dome and cover the statues of the gods, symbolizing the protection of the flames.

Lan En actually felt a sense of security in this unstable world.

Maybe it was because of the rare time of peace here, or maybe it was because of Rosaria's [Sunshine Moisture], which made him remember the warmth that went straight to his body and mind.

In short, in this world held by fire, this feeling is cherished.

'Bang la la', the unicorn's horse's hooves trampled on the ground where he had just entered the church, where a layer of shallow, clear water had accumulated, and the horses' hooves brought a splash.

The sound echoed for a long time in the huge church building.

"Who is it?"

On the second floor of the church, a voice questioned, also echoing.

Ryan looked up and saw Leonard's silver-masked face.

"Ah, it looks like our hero is back?"

The other party's voice was as playful and low as ever, sounding like a malicious conspirator.

But Lan En already knew what kind of virtue this guy was, and this kind of infiltrating tone sounded to him purely because this guy couldn't speak well.

"Don't be out there! Emergency! Pick us up! ”

"Of course, of course."

Leonard said as he bent down and picked up the lever.

"It's a matter of urgency for you to do it, and now that you're back, of course I want to see it?!"

The trap began to rise with the lever activated, and Lan and Kirin stood on the top frame of the one-man wide metal gate, held up by the trap.

It was connected to the platform where Rosalia's bedroom was located.

And then, Leonard, who was still talking unhurriedly, was like a ghost!

He saw the woman in Lan En's arms, and he saw the cat dragging a big baby on the back of the unicorn!

It was only for a split second that he realized that he had completely mistaken his thoughts.

He originally thought that Lan En was just coming back to find some support on the way to the mission, after all, it would definitely not be easy to welcome back the Holy Maiden.

But he didn't expect that as soon as the witcher returned, he would have a target, and even an additional target!

"His Royal Highness Gercide! And."

The eyes under the silver mask widened unconsciously, and his speech stumbled.

"King Oserote, Prince?!"

"Quick, come with me!"

In just a split second of the yin and yang greetings and the prickly greetings in his words, Leonard forgot all the things he had thought about to say.

Even a warrior's most basic footwork could not be maintained, and he almost fell with his left foot and right foot when he turned around in a hurry.

But Leonard couldn't care about anything anymore.

Lan En and Kirin followed him closely, and a group of maggots were chrysalis on the floor of the terrace, and Lan En only nodded and greeted them, and his footsteps did not stop.

Leonard didn't even say hello.

All the way to the outside of Rosaria's bedroom.

Eldridge had eaten the giant out of the air, and the hollow that had been hammered out of the outer iron fence door was still there.

Leonard got ahead of Rann and struggled to push open the sturdy door, which was as tall and heavy as the door of a secluded church.

"No, don't do it. I'll come, just let me come. ”

Listening to Leonard's tone, he seemed to be afraid that some of Ran's movements would ruin the holy woman he was holding.

The huge, heavy door opened, and Rann was finally able to see Rosalia again as he was placed on the goddess's lap for treatment.

She still sat on her bed with her black veil on, sadly immersed in her own world.

But this time was different.

After the door squeaked open, she seemed to suddenly sense something.

The originally silent and sad head jerked up and looked at Lan and the flannel ball who walked in through the door.

The sons of the gods in them, to be exact.

The delicate lips of Rosalia's face, which was not covered by the veil, twitched.

Though they didn't have a tongue, Lann and Leonard knew very well what she was muttering.

That's her children.

(End of chapter)