Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 900 882. Shocking change (3000)

The Knight of Lothric sat on the saddle on the back of his dragon, looking down at the endless stream of pilgrims on the bridge below.

As a country that is in charge of the fire ceremony and controls the stability of the world, Lothric's representative color is undoubtedly a deep red like flame.

As the backbone of Lothric's force, the Knights of Lothric adopted the form of wearing a red robe on the outside of full plate armor to show their affiliation.

 He is a standard dragoon of the Knights of Lothric.

His main hand weapon is a giant lance, and his off-hand is equipped with a pure steel tower shield engraved with the diamond pattern of Lothrik City.

 Skilled skills, a strong body, top-notch equipment, plus the power of a flying dragon.

 This is the Knights of Lothric.

 He patted his companion's neck gently to comfort it. Keep it from blowing out flames in one breath.

He has long been accustomed to the protruding bones and sharp scales on the dragon's neck.

The heel of the plate-armored boots lightly kicked the flying dragon's back, and the bone-white flying dragon tacitly raised its head that was leaning towards the bridge deck in a menacing manner.

The dragoon made a 'click' sound and put the visor on his helmet back on.

 Get closer to the holy city that is closest to the flames and farthest from danger.

The bone-white flying dragon let out a roar, its wings flapped in mid-air, causing ear-piercing air vibrations, and its huge body turned flexibly and flew towards the direction of Lothrik City.

Lan En couldn’t even imagine how many of their group had died on the road.

 So he looked down upon the panicked people on the bridge even more.

At the same time, the huge "bridge guard" was also standing quietly under the previous gate tower with the head of his sledgehammer on the ground.

In the eyes of the Lothric knights, these people do not understand the greatness of this holy city, nor the greatness of the king and princes.

Lan En put his hand on Qilin's long neck to comfort his man.

It can be twenty meters long from head to tail, and the wingspan of its pair of fleshy wing claws can reach thirty meters.

Lothric has protected the world's fire for tens of thousands of years, but these protected people still cannot wholeheartedly trust the king and prince of Lothric

It’s really ugly.

 That’s why they are like filthy beasts, running around in a panic and preparing to meet the noble prince.

 He has already done this very skillfully.

The Lothrik Dragoons in the sky patrolled back and forth several times on their flying dragons, after confirming that everyone on the bridge had stopped moving.

They couldn't even sit down to rest, because the stone turtle shell on their backs and their physical condition were doomed. As soon as they sat down, they would die on the spot.

The Lothric knight lifted the visor on his helmet and nodded towards the soldiers garrisoned at the gatehouse.

Next, it is a simple multiple-choice question whether to prepare for deterrent punishment or to choose to kill all the pedestrians on this section of the bridge in an increasingly chaotic situation.

 The flames spilled out from the gaps in the dragon's mouth and teeth, making a blasting sound in the air.

They used their two dead wood-like arms to support their walking sticks with incense burners hanging on them, and just stood there and waited.

 In this naturally cruel world, this choice is actually not difficult to make.

 If the pilgrims or pedestrians are not clear-headed, the soldiers stationed on these gatehouses will be ready to close the door at any time.

When this flying dragon is lying on the building, it is like building a new small castle on the gatehouse.

 Under this "bloody eclipse", there seemed to be no other movement.

Only the trembling bodies of the pilgrims occasionally made the sound of stones rubbing against the iron chains tied to the stone turtle shells.

"Roar!"

 The fire will not go out.

 The heel of the plate armor boots kicked the flying dragon on the back, so the flying dragon, which had used its wing claws to hold the door and let itself lie on the building, started to flap its wings again and flew up into the air. Continue to read the notice back and forth on the wide and long bridge.

The incense burners on their crutches were sending out curls of smoke.

 Physically block off the path they want to take.

 Thinking about it, it’s not just today.

This Lothric dragoon firmly believes that the fire-passing ceremony, which has been maintained by the king for tens of thousands of years, will continue without any danger, just like before.

How many people were there when we originally set out so that after so many people died, we could still continue to walk onto the bridge into the city.

 He remained silent, not wanting to directly conflict with the knights and gatekeepers of Lothric.

 “Hulala~”

 This is to let them pay attention to the movements of pedestrians below. During this "bloody eclipse" that has lasted for a long time, people will be afraid and want to go to the city of Lothric.

 You cannot count on the sanity of these people.

 The entire bridge fell into boundless silence as the pilgrims stopped.

 And around him, the groups of pilgrims seemed to have long been accustomed to being treated like this.

Whether it is the Lothric dragoons, the defenders on the gatehouse on the bridge, the "bridge guards", or the pilgrims on the bridge, they have all done this several times.

　　Its two hind legs, the size of its claws alone, can only hold a fully armored knight.

It seems that the knight up there has completed his mission consciously and is returning to the city to resume his life.

 Pilgrimage is a kind of pain that has no end.

 No one thought it would be any different today.

 No one thought there would be any surprises today.

but

 In the quiet environment with occasional noises, Lan En suddenly raised his head and turned behind him.

 In the darkness behind the crowd of pilgrims, someone was reciting a certain story.

 “Zi La La~”

At this subtle and unique sound, Qilin also twisted his long neck and turned his head behind him. Because that was the sound it was all too familiar with—the sound of surging electricity.

 What is this for?

 Lan En didn’t react immediately.

 But then, he immediately became acutely aware of the current situation, and at the same time, the vertical pupils in his cat eyes suddenly shrank!

 “Calm down! Don’t”

  Don't attack the Lothric Dragoons, there are still many people here!

Lan En didn’t even have time to finish his shouting.

The witcher tried his best to run towards the location where the chanting sound came from, but in the end he didn't make it in time. He just knocked over several pilgrims along the way.

 The story chanted is very brief.

That is the story of warriors hunting dragons in ancient times.

 So [Miracle] was completed very quickly.

With a 'swish' sound, a slender, golden bolt of lightning was launched from a corner among the black crowd of pilgrims, grazing the side of Lan En's face and heading straight to the sky!

The dragoons, who were hovering in the sky and looking down at the situation on the bridge, thought they had finished their work.

However, among the crowd on the bridge, a man who looked like a warrior suddenly ran rampant and caused a commotion.

 The dragoons, riding on the dragon's back and flying in the wind, immediately decided to drop some altitude to see what was going on.

 And he had just started moving in tacit agreement with his flying dragon partner. The next moment

 “Whoosh!”

 A [Thunder Gun], with a golden trail, struck through the base of the flying dragon's wings that had just fallen a little higher!

The [Thunder Spear] seemed to have been aimed at the base of the flying dragon's wings, with the intention of nullifying the flying dragon's flying advantage.

It was just because of the dragoon's decision just now that he lowered his position and shot into the air and flew towards the sky.

 The [miracle] of thunder and lightning is the nemesis of the dragon clan.

At the beginning of the Age of Fire, it was King Gwen who led the Gods to use thunder and lightning to condense into spears, and shot through the immortal dragon scales of the ancient dragons, making the dragons capable of being harmed and leading to death.

 This restraining effect has continued to these thin-blooded flying dragons today.

 Using thunder and lightning to deal with dragons will be extremely effective.

This is also common knowledge within the Knights of Lothric, who were once dragon-slaying knights.

 “Asshole!”

 The dragoon on the back of the flying dragon suddenly had a layer of white hair sweat under his armor!

His current position is not low. If he had lost the ability to fly just now, he would have been killed just by falling!

 Is any of those pilgrims crazy?

 The dragoon's first reaction was this.

The initial fire was dim, and most of the pilgrims' bodies had reached their limits. It would not be surprising even if they went crazy or died on the spot.

This is also the reason why Lothric only lets a few groups of pilgrims into the city every day.

 But the next moment, he knew he was wrong

 “Swish swish!”*N

The first [thunder gun] just now seems to be just a starting gun. It is good to hit it, which is a good start.

 But even if they miss, there are still dozens of [Thunder Guns] left!

 A large piece of golden thunder and lightning condensed into a small thunder gun, which was projected towards the sky.

The power of this thunder and lightning is of course far inferior to that of the great war at the founding of the Age of Fire, but the flying dragons controlled by the Lothrik Knights are not those ancient immortal dragons!

 “Hush the fan!”

The flying dragon controlled its wings under the knight's command and tried its best to avoid it.

The advantage of the air against the ground is obvious. With just a few simple displacements, most of the numerous [Thunder Guns] were missed and flew to the horizon in a golden wake.

 A small part of the [Thunder Spear] still landed on the flying dragon's body.

 “Ouch!”

The flying dragon roared in pain, but although the thunder and lightning restrained the dragons, these [Thunder Spears] did not damage the base of the wings or the chest cavity or other fatal places.

 So although flying became difficult, it didn’t fall down altogether.

 “Blow the horn!”

The dragon flew past the bridge's gatehouse, and the dragoons yelled at the stunned guards.

 “Call for backup! This isn’t someone going crazy! This is a riot!”

 The sounds of “ding, bang, bang, bang” sounded one after another downstairs.

That was the sound of people dressed as pilgrims taking off the stone turtle shells on their backs one after another!

In the darkness of the crowd of pilgrims, it was hard to tell who was the attacker and who was the innocent at first glance.

 "Charge into Lothric! Poof we!"

The person Lan En rushed to first was also the first to take off his disguise as a pilgrim, drew out the long sword under his black robe, and shouted loudly.

 But before he could finish speaking, Lan En's body had already rushed in front of him.

This man didn't even stop chanting, and stabbed the witcher with the long sword in his hand without hesitation.

Lan En's big hand accurately caught his wrist halfway, and then caught his shocked gaze.

With absolutely superior power, he pressed the sword blade against his own neck, and then pulled it with a clean stroke.

 The blood spurted out very high.

 But Lan En’s face didn’t look good.

 Because those slogans were still shouted out as the command symbols of this riot.

 Shouted from another man far away on the bridge.

 They really made a comprehensive plan before taking action.

 “We must meet Prince Lothric! Meet King Othroais! In order to let them save the fire!”

After the man shouted the slogan that marked the beginning of the action, he hid among the nearby pilgrims.

 Use them as your own physical shield to confuse the public.