The thin blades of air drilled through the cracks in the delicate armor, like a swarm of devouring insects, bringing out a large handful of minced flesh.

Lan En's [One Heart], whether it is attack density or attack power, can make the hero Guda, who has completely eaten his move, fall into a trough of soul power.

This is just a witch who can't even reach the knight chief, and her soul power is immediately drained, and the remaining air blade shreds the flesh under her armor.

When the witch drained her soul power and fell, her previous spell of pestling her weapon on the ground and directing the fire of sinful karma to erupt upwards had just taken effect.

The pillar of fire the thickness of a man first melted the stone brick floor, and then rushed straight into the sky with the lava with undiminished power!

But before the pillar of fire subsided, Lan En had already harnessed the Qilin to activate again.

The swift steed flickered like a lightning spark among the enemy, and in the blink of an eye it was back in front of the stiff line of the Silver Knights.

Smalle also accurately sensed that the tactical goal had been achieved, he retreated synchronously with Lan En, and personally opened a line for Lan En to let him in.

Without Small's 'invitation', the Silver Knight wouldn't have been able to tell if it was an ally or not.

What happened next, just as Smoker had predicted, the Pope's necromancers, who had lost their precise control, began to attack the Silver Knight's front without any waves or arrangements.

Under this offensive, it is only a matter of time before it is consumed.

On one side is the Knights of the Gods, whose consciousness has been dulled by time, and on the other side is the Knights of the Grim Necromancy formed by the Darkmoon Pope.

The battle on both sides was devoid of blood and passion, silent attacks, silent wounds, and silent deaths.

Only the clashing of steel, and the sound of each unleashing golden thunder and blue magic blades echoed through the vacant and deserted streets of Irushir.

But even these voices alone are enough to make the atmosphere seem urgent and brutal.

Led by Small, Lane turned over and dismounted, and walked in front of the half-dragon girl.

Now, Princess Yu'er Shika is overwhelmed by the sudden change.

It's just that his face is habitually cold and calm, but his hands are uneasily clasped to each other in front of his chest.

Lan En, who walked towards her, was pulling something out of the alchemy leather bag behind him as he walked.

He wanted to pull out the remains of the spiral sword that had been in the alchemy leather bag.

In a world where fire transmission is the most noble task, the gods of fire are the staunchest supporters of fire transmission.

This certificate that once went to the fire transmission sacrifice ground and touched the spiral sword should be very useful, and it should be able to gain the trust of the Protoss as quickly as possible.

But Lan En's hand felt around in the alchemy leather bag for a while, and the expression on his face gradually changed from doubt to stiffness.

A piece of wreckage of a spiral sword. Seems to be gone?

However, looking at the Yu'er Shika on the other side and began to look at himself with suspicious eyes, he had been pulling out things but couldn't take them out, and the witcher's face remained unchanged.

Instead, he pulled out the small flag that the priest Emma had given him from the alchemy leather bag.

"This is a small ring flag given by the priest of Losric, which is enough to prove that my identity is trustworthy."

Yuer Shika and Smoker glanced at each other, the Dark Moon Sect and the White Sect, as the subordinate religions of the main branches of the two major god clans today, cooperated with each other very strongly.

They confirmed that it was indeed the banner of the priest of Lothric.

Immediately afterward, Rann told them that Eldridge, the Salary King, had awakened and was heading towards the Cold Valley.

Now, this monster that has amassed a huge soul by eating people may be in Irushir.

"But how is that possible?"

Smoker asked, leaning at the giant hammer.

"If, as you say, the power of the Netherworld has eroded the faith of the Bishops of the Netherland, it is impossible for us not to see that so many people have followed Eldridge."

"Actually, only a handful of bishops are alive with them."

Lan En scratched his cheek.

"We are true in the secluded church. Kill a lot. ”

"But, but that shouldn't be." Smoker scratched his head a little embarrassed through his helmet.

"Eldridge has become a big pile of black tar, and Iruhil can't hide it."

"As long as someone answers, there is no reason why you can't hide."

Rann interrupted him, and unceremoniously pointed to the heart of the city's current turmoil.

"Figures like the Darkmoon Pope have rebelled, as long as he, who is really in charge, wants to do it, then there is no reason why he can't do it."

"Especially when the Shadow Sun is seriously ill and decentralizes management."

"But you did so." Speaking of this, Yu'er Shika, who was silently silent on the side, said timidly at this time.

"Such an act will surely cause displeasure to the transgressor Shalivan."

After speaking, it seemed that she was afraid of causing a misunderstanding, and the half-dragon girl hurriedly added.

"Of course, I certainly can't let you be caught in times of danger, and your decisions are so neat and unprecedented. However, my brother is still in the hands of Shalivan, and I am afraid at this time."

Lan's expression didn't change much, after all, he had seen it early in the morning.

The descendants of the Protoss, the half-dragon and the demi-god bloodline in front of him don't seem to have much experience in dealing with people, and their common sense and emotional intelligence are insufficient.

But if you have a sense of responsibility, even if you are terrified, you can come out with the idea of sacrificing yourself.

It's really annoying.

"That's what I'm worried about."

Rann whispered.

"The worst scenario. Shalivan has already reached a partnership with Eldridge. ”

"How so, but the agreement.?!"

Yu'er Shika's eyes widened, and she looked at Lan En in surprise and trepidation. It seemed that the thought alone made her panic.

The Darkmoon Pope teamed up with the cannibalistic Salary King and came to the Cold Valley.

And the witcher confided even more terrifying news.

"I must explain in advance that Eldridge's goal since he woke up this time has always been to fill his stomach and accumulate strength."

Lan's gaze swept over Yu'er Shika and Smoke, and his calm words were particularly suppressed by the silent deathfight between the Silver Knights and the Necromantic Knights around them.

"When he was in the secluded church, he had already tried to eat a Protoss."

Yuer Shika subconsciously covered her mouth with her white palm and whispered.

"Unexpectedly. Devouring the gods?! ”

And immediately after that, the half-dragon girl naturally thought of the current situation, and even her body trembled.

"That brother!"

Previously, the worst idea she and Smoker had was that Shalivan had kidnapped the seriously ill Shadow Sun in order to seize power and wealth.

And Shalivan did show his greed for gold and silver treasures in this process of continuous pressure and coercion.

The once simple papal costume was changed by him to wear gold and silver, and even had to leave the holy woman who served the gods to be a dancing girl.

But Yuer Shika never thought that in the current situation, the worst result was actually death!

"So there's no time to put it off any longer."

Lan En said categorically, beckoning the Kirin to his side. The flannel ball consciously climbed onto the unicorn's head and gave way to the position.

"Before the news of this rebellion reaches Sullivan's ears, we have to act first and find the Shadow Sun!"

"Give up all your boring fantasies, guys. Nowadays, there is only one way to fight to the death! ”

Ryan flipped on his horse, then bent down and held out his hand towards Yur Shika.

"I need your guidance, Princess Yu'er Shika."

"It's time to rush now."

With the tall stature of the Protoss, Yu'er Shika also needs to look up at the witcher riding on the back of the unicorn.

Lan's hair like melted silver reflected the light of the dark moon in the sky.

After subconsciously nervousness, Yu'er Shika took the witcher's outstretched hand.

——

"You know, Yu'er Shika now. Ahem, where is it? ”

Lying on the couch of the former eldest sister, Shadow Sun Gwendrin endured the discomfort all over his body, and reluctantly asked.

He was now lying on his back on the bed, and his once delicate and dignified appearance was now no longer able to maintain it.

Even the pupils in those eyes were a little condensed, and they could only look at the lofty dome of Arnorrond in a sloppy manner.

It was the home of his childhood, but now it is deserted.

"Princess Yu'er Shika is temporarily taking the position of head of the Knights of the Sword of the Dark Moon, and at this time, there is civil unrest in Lothric, and the princess is coordinating the dispatch of reinforcements to suppress it to ensure the progress of the fire ceremony."

Every word without the slightest hesitation or pause, as if stating the facts.

Outside Gwendrin's room, Pope Thalivan was respectfully answering the gods' questions.

He was dressed in gold and silver, and he was full of glory. But under that mask, the fire of ambition in his eyes was never extinguished.

Even the power and wealth at the pinnacle of the world could not make him feel satisfied for a moment.

The young man who was ambitious, intelligent and persistent, as early as the moment he witnessed the fire of sin, became what he is now.

The fire of karma distorts the minds of those who come into contact with it, often manifesting itself in appalling cruelty and cold-bloodedness.

But Shalivan has always behaved normally, even more normal than a normal person.

But it was only because the fire of sinful karma had twisted him too much.

Cruelty and cruelty are only his trivial hobbies, and the core of that soul is always the ambition of insatiability.

"So. Very good. ”

Gwendrin on the bed said with difficulty.

"Spread the fire. The flame is the most important. Assist my little sister. It is necessary to continue the age of fire! ”

Sullivan saluted respectfully outside the room, then stepped back.

At first, he walked in a disciplined and cautious manner, like a loyal and devoted servant.

But as he got farther and farther away from the dormitory, his steps became more and more casual, and the dragon walked like this ancient god capital ruins was his territory.

The Silver Knights patrol and guard the towering and majestic Arnoor Lund, all at Gwendlin's orders before he could no longer govern.

These knights will carry it out unconditionally.

Powerful and ancient, but ultimately just a fool.

Shalivan thought indifferently, and then walked towards the staircase on the right after leaving the dormitory.

It was a route that he had left behind without arranging the Silver Knight, so that his 'own people' could pass through Arnoor Lund.

A giant blacksmith slave who has served the gods since the time of the gods is nesting in his corner 'clanging' iron.

He wasn't even worth a closer look at Shalivan.

And after walking out of the whole palace, Shaliwan greeted someone outside.

"Looks like it's today, Archbishop MacDonald."

Shaliwan said softly, sounding full of self-restraint.

"My men have gone to Princess Yu'er Shika to make a final threat, and the little girl will be obedient and obedient."

"The Sword of the Dark Moon will never hear from the Commander again, and immediately after"

MacDonald wiped the fresh blood from his big mouth, grinned and showed a mouthful of red teeth, and then Shalivan said happily.

"And then, the time has come for the master to eat food!"

(End of chapter)