Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 970: 952 Ambition is dead

Chapter 970 952. Ambition is dead

??After the duel with Eldridge, [Spirit Vision] has made great progress, and Sullivan's spell seems to be activated or not activated in Lan En's eyes now.

?“That way, come a [moon dust].”

?The velvet ball jumped up on Qilin's head: "Got it, meow!"

?By spreading expensive processed silver threads in the air, invisible bombs can be detected, and the invisibility spell has a wide range of targets.

Regardless of whether you distort the light or cause visual deviation, as long as people pass through the silver dust, they will be stained with conspicuous traces.

??Although Lan En didn't know the principle of Sullivan's magic, [Moon Dust] still completed the task.

?A tall figure was outlined by the reflection of silver threads, and he was running away in the opposite direction to the phantom body.

?“Silver Knight! Stop him!”

?With Gwendelin present, the Silver Knights will at least obey the call.

Immediately there were three silver knights, their sword and gun blades lit up with crackling golden lightning, and they rushed towards Sullivan, who was shining with silver light.

?But Lan En remained the same, not looking in that direction.

?His ears twitched slightly and he heard the clanging sound of combat boots at the entrance of the alley.

?So he raised his left hand again and pointed in the direction of Youershika!

?“Bang!”

?After an explosive sound, the projectile stopped in the void beside Youershika.

Before he could block the ammunition with his sword, Sullivan's true form was completely revealed, with only his upper body exposed.

??A beautiful but majestic cross gun pierced the air, and the demon hunter's projectiles pierced the void with both feet.

?But it is obvious that the power of the [Lion Knight]'s spear is not comparable to that of a supersonic ammunition.

?The cross spear, which was capable of piercing the scales of the legendary ancient dragon, easily sent Dark Moon Pope Sullivan, who was much taller than an ordinary person, flying out like a rag doll.

?Flying across dozens of meters, he was finally nailed to the wall with a click from the dragon-hunting gun.

From the beginning, Sullivan no longer felt that he could save his life just by running away.

?He is ambitious, smart, and capable. A person like this will not sit still and die no matter what.

??Instead of running away like a bereaved dog, it is better to take advantage of the Silver Knight being attracted by the second phantom to break into Princess Youershika and take the hostage!

?But unfortunately, he also thought of Lan En.

Even under [Spirit Vision], Lan En could tell from the beginning that he had released two phantom bodies, and the real body was moving in another direction.

??So we have reached this stage. This ambitious man once studied at the Lothrik Great Library and later rose to the position of Pope of the Dark Moon Cult.

??Following this, he is also preparing to continue to control the gods as a 'man who serves the gods' in the future deep sea era, a powerful magician with endless ambitions.

??In the end, he was nailed to a plain brick wall in Irushil by the dragon hunting spear. The blood drained and he lowered his head.

?At this point, in this lonely and misty snowy night, the betrayal and chaos in the new **** city of Irushil came to an end.

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??Although Irushil is in a perpetual snowy night due to Gwendelin, the city originally had many residents.

?Most of them are handsome and thin, with skin as fine as white sand, colorless.

?In the outside world, this kind of appearance is called the "Moon Capital Noble Appearance".

?It is the appearance of a person who has inherited some blood of the gods.

?But now, there is nothing in the whole of Irushil except the crackle of the building caused by the burning flames, the flapping of the wings of the flying dragon, and the sonorous boots of the warriors.

?Gwendelin was taken out of Lan En's arms and placed on a chair.

??Sitting there reluctantly, he couldn't rest assured until he saw Sullivan's body burned by the flames with his own eyes.

?One betrayal is enough to be forgotten for a lifetime.

??You'ershika knelt down and sat next to her brother's chair, supporting Gwendelin's body which was a little unstable due to the lack of strength.

Most of the souls summoned by Lan En dissipated immediately after the battle. It seems that this technology has a great impact on the body, and it is not something that can be used casually.

?This also made Lan En understand more clearly what kind of trust these friends had in entrusting him with the summoning emblem.

??Although Leonard, Kirk, and Hazel came because of Rosalia's relationship and to fulfill their promise, Lan would remember it well.

?The so-called "relationship" is accumulated when I help you and you help me.

?It’s best if in the end, you can’t tell who owes whom, then you can call them ‘close friends’.

?“I have received your message.”

?The weak Shadow Sun barely maintained his posture on the chair and spoke to Leonard who was kneeling on one knee in front of him.

??But the way his cherry-like lips kept panting could not be said to be 'dignified'.

“Now that things have happened, not only did my brother come in person, but I was also able to hear news about my sister. I feel very relieved.”

?His slender arms covered his chest, revealing a delicate and soft look.

"It is indeed disgraceful for my sister to commit herself to the Deep Church. As my knights, you should make arrangements as soon as possible. Bring the gods you worship here."

"Although Irithyr has suffered great changes and Anor Londo has been destroyed. But as long as our families can be reunited, we will have nothing more to ask for."

?In this chaotic and miserable situation, Rosalia's news made Gwendolin's mouth reveal a rare hint of relief.

?In these difficult days, good news is especially rare.

?“I will convey your wishes to Rosalia in full.”

?Leonard kept kneeling on one knee and lowered his head as he spoke. "The goddess is still treating the two sons of God. If the process goes well, I will arrange the transfer."

?“Please wait for the good news.”

?After finishing speaking, Leonard lowered his head deeper as a farewell ceremony.

?Then the white soul body turned into a wisp of blue smoke and dissipated invisible.

“There’s something wrong with your arm.” After Leonard left, Lan En, who was standing next to him, walked to Gwendolin’s chair and said to him.

??The witcher pointed at the arm of the Dark Moon God. The arm was so thin that it could almost outline the shape of a bone, and the fingers turned into sharp claws.

Facing Gwendelin’s puzzled expression, Lan En spoke softly.

“I don’t know if Sullivan communicated with the already crazy Oceroes, or where he got the technology for the dragon transformation experiment.”

"But there is no doubt that I have seen this claw shape on both Oceroes and Ocelot."

“You did not suddenly become seriously ill, but you were harmed by the product of the dragon transformation experiment.”

?Osroais pursues dragon transformation, but it is different from the ancient dragon way of the unknown king.

?He is pursuing the immortality of the scaleless white dragon Sith, while the unknown king and his followers are pursuing the path of the normal immortal ancient dragon.

?Compared to the ordinary immortal ancient dragon, the scaleless white dragon's intelligence is just like itself, deformed and crazy.

Gwendelin’s slender claws gripped the chair tightly, and her lips pursed.

?He thought that he was harmed by Sullivan, but he did not expect that the thing that harmed him came from Osroais's research.

?That is the King of Lothric, the strongest person in the God Clan since King Gwen!

?But Lann’s palm patted Gwendolen’s shoulder.

?“But don’t worry.”

??The witcher said easily.

“Rosalia is studying the healing knowledge of the dragon transformation experiment. I gave her a good thing. With that thing as a reference, I believe she is almost successful.”

“When she comes to Irushil, your symptoms will be cured by her.”

Gwendelin, who was sitting on the chair and looking up at Lan En, was startled for a moment, and then showed a smile that was either nostalgic or bitter.

“Really? I didn’t expect that as time passed, I would still need my sister to treat me.”

?His slender but gentle paws gently rested on Lan En's hand on his shoulder.

?“I would like to thank you, Lan En. You have helped us so much and almost saved the whole situation.”

?“No, it’s nothing.”

??The witcher pulled his hand back without leaving a trace, and at the same time looked at Gwendolin's delicate figure with some suspicion.

Rather than thanking him, he was actually more curious about whether the God of Dark Moon was really You'ershika's 'brother'?

?At this moment, there was a sudden sound of howling wind in the sky.

?A flying dragon that was not too big and had feathers all over its body slowly descended.

??Before the flying dragon could settle on the ground, something hit the ground directly.

?Gurgled and rolled to the side.

?It was a skull with an archbishop's white crown. There was a gap with sparks at the corner of the skull's eye.

?Peering in through the gap, one can vaguely see the sticky ‘darkness’ boiling and entangled inside.

?This is Eldridge’s ‘firewood’.

?The nameless king jumped from the head of the storm dragon.

?His armor and combat boots have long since disappeared in more than tens of thousands of years of hard work, but the black steel-like body still made a clanging sound like steel stepping on the ground.

?Each step was like an iron boot stained with blood stepping on the ground.

?The golden thunder and the endless storm seem to have become an ever-present thing for him like breathing.

Even though he was just walking, the turbulent wind around him still blew his long, dull white hair upwards and fluttered in the air.

?“Brother, brother!”

?Gwendelin struggled to stand up.

?But the nameless king looking down in front of him suddenly bent down and held the Shadow Sun's shoulders.

??While pressing him down on the chair, he patted him comfortingly, as softly as if he were hallucinating.

??Then he didn't say a word, but just tilted his head and looked at Lan En next to him.

??I don’t know if it was the demon hunter’s illusion, but Lan En felt that this guy was a bit scrutinizing.

? There is no more emotional expression. After tens of thousands of years of hard training, even the eldest son of King Gwen and the former dragon-hunting war **** of the gods, his ability to express emotions has deteriorated.

?He silently returned to the storm dragon, and Onstein also climbed onto a huge flying dragon.

?Amid the surge of air and the sound of wings, they left Irushil and climbed to the top of the ancient dragon again, pursuing the path of the ancient dragon.

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