Onstein didn't say a word for a while.

After all, the whole process of what Lan En said made this great knight of the god generation, who had seen strong winds and waves, even created an era of excessive fire, and witnessed the first weakening of the first fire, feel confused.

All the fire-spreading forces, all the fire-spreading steps that were prepared, actually rushed together in various links and went wrong.

So much so that it has come to this point.

Although the weakening process and irreversibility of the first fire have been witnessed by himself in his long life.

But this is the first time the situation has been so bad.

"Has it been a long time since even the sun has completely disappeared under the top of the ancient dragon?"

Ongstein couldn't slow down, and looked towards the ever-bright sunlight in the sky.

"The sky here has always been normal, and the undead have not lost control and become geists, but what about Smoke? With him, how can Shalivan be."

He didn't feel anything at all.

"If Smo holds the military power of Cold Valley, then Shalivan naturally can't."

Lan En recounted calmly.

"But it's a pity that Shaliwan is a smart man, and he has already dismantled the military power of Cold Valley before he can do it. Those Silver Knights have no chance of regrouping, you know, right? ”

Seeing that Onstein was a little lost and depressed, Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly.

In the Ancient Dragon Peak, in a normal heaven and in a normal environment, the immortal people can't even feel the decay of the first fire?

And if this phenomenon is universal, then this world of human beings, or life.

Do they really need the first fire itself, or do they need a stable environment to be maintained by the first fire?

Shake your head a little and throw away these things that you think too far ahead.

Although it is already the habitual thinking of Lan En, a scientific researcher, to study things in depth.

But again, now is not the time.

Eldridge is still wreaking havoc in Irusir!

"Come here, then."

Onstein also gathered his thoughts, the majestic and arrogant lion helmet, looking at Lan En, who was clearly the leader.

"You're looking for him?"

As he spoke, Onstein tilted his head in the direction of the bell rocker.

It means the nameless king.

"The Shadow Sun can be eaten by Eldridge at every moment, you left from his hands, you should know that his current strength is not as good as before, not to mention that he has been manipulated and seriously ill."

Lann spoke quickly, emphasizing an unusual urgency.

But Onstein shook his head as if he felt like it was tricky.

"He has lived alone in this ancient dragon top for tens of thousands of years, and has been expelled from the Protoss for tens of thousands of years. He practiced penance every day, torturing his mind and body, hoping to understand the way of the ancient dragon. He has long been like a stone. ”

"I left Ilusil because I wanted to find him. But as you saw it. ”

Onstein's hand reached out and pointed to the dragon lance stuck in the steel gate at the other end of the plaza below the bell tower.

"We started the fight and he shot my gun away. He wouldn't leave the storm dragon, his comrade. Nor will it leave the Ancient Dragon Peak. The identity of the Protoss may no longer mean anything to him. ”

Lan En stepped forward: "But you have to try anything!" Otherwise, will Eldridge really empty the whole of Irushil? ”

To be honest, when it comes to negotiations, Lan En is very confident.

The ability to communicate is the strength of the emperor's sons, and even the qualities of internal affairs, strategy, etc., are already considered excellent in the eyes of others.

However, within the Emperor's Son, communication is on a par with swordsmanship and biochemical technology, which is enough to be called a 'talent'.

Unless there is a conflict of fundamental interests that cannot be reconciled, or the negotiators cannot be exchanged at all, Len's negotiations so far have not failed.

This is also a manifestation of the talent he inherited from the genetic seed.

Lan En grabbed Yu'er Shika from behind, and the slender arms and shoulders of the half-dragon girl resembled a fragile and fragile porcelain doll.

"Even for Yu'er Shika's sake, the nameless king won't even give him a chance to talk, right?!"

Combined with Lan En's adjusted expression and tone, Yu'er Shika's weak and ignorant temperament was stimulated to the greatest extent.

Leaving aside the attitude of the Nameless King to this for the time being, at least Wengstein has tilted his head and not spoke.

After a long time, under the helmet of the golden lion, there was a muffled voice of helplessness and determination.

"I'll take you in."

He walked heavily towards the big bell rocker.

"Even if he doesn't go, then I'll pull out my gun and go down to the top of the ancient dragon!"

The joystick was flung, and the heavy, grand bell rang through the top of the ancient dragon once again.

A huge storm of dark clouds formed in the blink of an eye, and the originally vast square was covered by a layer of black clouds.

The black clouds are so dense that they can stand on people!

The three of them jumped down from his stairs one by one, stood on the black cloud, and walked in the direction of the original square.

There was the sound of wings flapping in the sky.

It was a dragon that had grown bird feathers like a normal wyvern.

It soars in the sky for a week before coming to a halt in the distance.

The surrounding storms and dark clouds seemed to be under the control of this flying dragon.

Compared to the mere increase in size, this ability to control power in a large area is even more terrifying and advanced.

It's like an ancient dragon from the New World!

But even so, this unique wyvern is far less present than a person standing around its neck.

Under the tattered smock was a faint glimpse of the once glorious armor, and white hair fluttered upwards with the storm surrounded by the crown.

Holding a huge golden spear sword, golden thunder spread almost naturally across his body and weapons like breath.

The texture of the exposed skin is almost like black steel, and the fibrous feeling of the muscles is very prominent under the skin.

Solid and withered. Onstein is right, this is a face that has gone through penance.

And it seems that this tens of thousands of years of penance is still continuing.

The image that had been seen in Rosaria's memories now appeared in front of Rann over a period of tens of thousands of years.

The former dragon hunter god of war and the eldest man of the sun!

It seems to feel the difference after the bell rings this time.

The people who came to the Ancient Dragon Peak to challenge the Nameless King were all great warriors. Fight in search of your own progress.

Even if they knew that the outcome of such a battle would be death, they would never be able to call for help.

But now, there are three people at once.

The tall nameless king descended from the Storm Dragon's neck and stepped on the dark clouds towards them.

The two men stopped at a distance beyond the reach of their weapons.

The Nameless King didn't say much.

His torn scarf that covered his face, and his eyes with the crown between them.

He looked thoughtfully at Yu'er Shika, who was standing at the back, although his expression was calm, but his hands had been unconsciously hugged.

Then he raised the weapon of the gods in his hand, the [Dragon Hunting Sword and Spear].

The thunder on the golden blade was suppressed to the point that it was unconscious, and the old but still powerful blade slashed towards Lan En's face.

Yur Shika stood behind Lanen, instinctively wanting to take a step forward. But Lan En stretched out his hand to stop him.

The amber cat's eyes are opposite to the removed god, and there is no flinching back.

And the Nameless King obviously didn't want to hurt Lan En, the huge blade of the sword and spear just swept over Lan En's delicate and bewitching face, and also brought up a strand of his silver hair. That's all.

But a golden kiss mark, as if resonated by power, was briefly revealed.

The king's eyes swept deep over the witcher and the half-dragon girl, and after a moment of silence.

He lowered the dragon hunting sword and spear in his hand, and waved his hand back, signaling his comrade-in-arms Storm Dragon to hold back his temper.

——

Among the ruins of the ancient god capital Arnorrond, the most cherished room of Gwendrin is the dormitory of the eldest sister when she was not yet married.

By this time it had become a dirty and muddy hotbed.

Filth and profanity.

"Foolish rebels!"

Gwendrin's voice was powerful and reverberated through the building.

"Faith is dark, fools immersed in it! Take an oath in the name of Shadow Sun Gwendrin! Eldridge! You must not ask for forgiveness! You must not pollute this place! ”

But strangely, the deep power of filth is spreading and active, and the voice of the god of the dark moon is echoing. But they were nowhere to be seen in the entire huge dormitory.

Until a crisp 'click' sound similar to shattering glass sounded.

In the dormitory, which was originally without waves, a crack suddenly appeared in the air, and then the crack that spread like a spider web quickly expanded!

The shadow sun holding the staff high suddenly appeared, and the snake's feet under the skirt slid around in a panic before finally stabilizing.

On the other side, a large cloud of hideous and disgusting black mud also fell from mid-air.

The black mud is now close to loose flesh because of eating too many things.

Inside, there were piles of all kinds of white bones, which rose and fell as they rolled and twisted on the surface of the black mud.

Beneath Gwendrin's Dark Moon crown, pale hair stuck to his cheeks and collarbones, sliding as he breathed hard.

He was already too tired.

Today, he understands what his 'serious illness' is.

Not long ago, Shalivan presented him with a golden staff and spear, which was both a staff and a weapon.

And when he took it in his hands, he only felt a stickiness on the barrel of the gun.

Shalivan dismissed it as a weapons maintenance oil, and now, after identifying the traitor, Gwendrin had no doubt that it was some kind of poison or curse carrier that had been secretly developed.

He now endured a body eroded by toxins or curses, while mustering the last of his strength against a half-fed Eldridge.

Eldridge was burned once by the first fire, which is good. He's not a combatant managerial priest per se, and that's not bad.

But the dark power in him was the 'shadow' of the first fire.

When the first fire burns, it only burns the 'fuel', which is the soul. But you can't burn the shadow.

Therefore, Eldridge controls the gloom, and even more than the previous heyday!

Even Gwendrin's best illusion couldn't hold him off for long.

(End of chapter)