Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 909 891. Shadow Sun

 “Brother.”

 An ethereal and soft voice sounded.

This voice slightly awakened Gwendelin's consciousness from his drowsiness.

　　Although it is not much, it is still very precious in this difficult time.

This is Irithyl, the new capital of the gods, Irithyl in the Cold Valley.

Ever since the irrefutable **** king of the previous generation of gods, the Sun King and the Wu Xin King, Gwen, became the first Xin King to devote himself to the First Fire and continue the flame ten thousand years ago.

The last generation of the protoss was divided, and all the gods moved out of the old **** capital of Anor Londo.

Only the youngest son of King Gwen, [Shadow Sun] Gwendelin, became the new leader of the Gods.

  However, the influence of the God Clan’s patriarch is no longer what it used to be.

 After all, the existence of the world is maintained by the First Fire. Whoever takes on the important task of spreading the fire has the most unquestionable authority in the world.

He is the object of belief of the Dark Moon Cult. He is a survivor of the Dark Moon Sword Knights formed in the era of gods, the Silver Knights who participated in the Ancient Dragon War, and the "Four Knights of the King" who were canonized in the era of King Gwen. .

These are Gwendelin's loyalists.

 After King Gwen, there is no doubt that Lothric took on the responsibility of spreading the fire.

 Quiet and beautiful, but a little less lively.

 “Brother?”

There was another soft and calm call, which seemed to be because Gwendelin did not respond for a long time, which made the owner of the voice a little confused.

Hence King Osroais, is still considered the main branch of the Gods by the priests of the country Karim.

Gwendolin also doesn't care that the prestige of the gods falls behind the Lothric royal family.

　　Irushil is a beautiful and flashy city. In the cold valley, the residents built a complex of Gothic buildings.

 Because of the existence of the [Shadow Sun], this city is shrouded in the gentle moonlight and slowly falling sporadic snowflakes all year round.

 In this physical condition, Gwendelin could only temporarily transfer power to his sister.

In an era when the gods were still prosperous, the architectural style of the old divine capital was just like that of the gods back then, so majestic and towering that it sat high in the sky.

 So much so that it is very difficult to stay awake now. Even as the Lord, I have to ask my sister Youershika to do the return gifts for the Pope.

Gwendelin propped himself up with slender fingers, and his long pale hair fell on his thin collarbone.

Even though it is a **** that has survived from the mythical age, Gwendelin has never seen this kind of discomfort.

 Send a hammer gun named "Youershika".

 So he still maintains a considerable degree of influence.

He just wants to conscientiously maintain the Age of Fire created by his father, and this is his only persistence.

 Behind the building complex is part of the palace of Anor Londe, the old divine capital that Gwendelin moved to in its entirety out of nostalgia.

But Gwendelin is still at least the nominal leader of the God Clan.

 “I’m here, cough, I’m listening, Youershika.”

Ever since his Dark Moon Pope Sullivan presented him with the golden stick gun, something seemed to be wrong with his body.

Yurshika is a girl who looks like a porcelain doll. She is much taller than an ordinary person, but it is because of her unexperienced expression and character that people have this kind of sense.

 She was sitting beside her brother's bed, with a furry tail sticking out from under the white gauze skirt, swaying on the smooth marble floor.

　　When King Gwen was alive, in addition to his wife from the gods, he also had illegitimate children born from the blood of ancient dragons.

At a time when the protoss has weakened with the First Fire, Gwendelin no longer cares about the difference between legitimate and illegitimate children.

 He just wants to protect the Age of Fire and his family.

 “What’s wrong, You’ershika?”

Gwendolin struggled to put on the shadow sun crown that could cover up her feminine appearance and symbolize status and majesty, and asked her sister softly.

 “Sullivan submitted his report.”

You'ershika tilted her head and reached out to brush away the hair that fell on her brother's collarbone.

“He said that the situation in Lothric was not optimistic. There were traces of soul-sucking ghosts in the ruins of Farlan Fortress, so Osloais decided to raise the city and cut off traffic.”

“He wants to send knights to Lothric to help, and also to bring Lothric a channel that can maintain limited communication with the outside world under such circumstances.”

“You mean, he wants to send the little devil from the royal city to work as a porter in Lothric City?”

  Imps are a type of demon with wide wings and good flying and load-carrying capabilities. Therefore, it was domesticated by the gods in the mythical age.

You'ershika nodded calmly, looking very calm, but Gwendelin knew clearly - this was just ignorance.

Gwendelin thought in his mind.

If you give Sullivan the command of the Imp and give him the power to send knights to Lothric, is that too much power given to him?

As the Pope of the Dark Moon, Sullivan’s power itself is great enough.

Now that I am not feeling well, many things that need to be dealt with are also placed on Sullivan's shoulders.

 And dealing with those things itself means taking charge of rights.

But a headache and dizziness hit him. Gwendelin's arm holding the edge of the bed went limp, and the crown on his head almost fell off.

 Thanks to Youershika for holding him in time. His body no longer has much thinking ability, nor can it support too heavy thinking.

 Sullivan is good, he is smart and loyal, so let’s do it. As long as the fire-passing ceremony can go on normally, then the rest is not important.

With physical limitations, Gwendelin could only make this kind of decision.

"Do as Sullivan said and send the little devil out. It just so happens that Emma's chief priest in Lothric also keeps a flag that can call the little devil. The trouble of contact is saved."

Youershika had no objection to her brother's decision and immediately turned around and left, heading out the door.

 The relocated old **** capital of Anor Londo was too deserted and had its own sad memories. Even Gwendolin was unwilling to stay there permanently.

 So Gwendolin lives daily in the side hall of the Dark Moon Church in Irushil.

It is also convenient for him to explain the meaning of the scriptures to believers in the Dark Moon Church.

There are many paintings hanging in this hall, most of which are scenes handed down from the time of the gods.

To other people, these are distant legends whose truth is unknown, but to Gwendelin, these are memories of the past.

Gwendelin took off the Shadow Sun Crown and lay down again with difficulty.

His face turned towards the other end of the hall, the largest painting.

Up there, there is a beautiful woman with a plump figure, lying on her side on the bed with a gentle and loving smile.

 Like the loving sun.

That is his eldest sister, the [Sunshine Princess] Gwen Aviya, who is loved by all creatures.

At this moment when he was suffering from illness, Gwendelin could not suppress the feeling of nostalgia.

 “If sister.”

The murmur of the God clan leader echoed in the empty and cold hall, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Pope Sullivan, who had been waiting outside the main hall for a long time, immediately reaffirmed the power in his hands after briefly negotiating with Youershika.

 He began to get the little devil to Lothric, and brought along a few "supports" he promised to the two princes.

 ‘Support’. Hehe.

The Pope who retreated respectfully from the door of the [Shadow Sun] Palace, quietly raised the corners of his mouth behind the mask that looked like a mess of tangled branches.

 He has always felt that the two princes of Lothric were a bit ridiculous.

 They followed an unprecedented wise man to learn knowledge, but they only learned knowledge. I haven't learned a single bit of sophistication.

 It is really cute to believe others just because of a few words.

 The "support" he sends will preserve and bring back that knowledge.

 After all, in Sullivan's opinion, the two princes were clearly unworthy of possessing this knowledge.

 He is the qualified person! no doubt! —

 In the city of Lothric, the impact of the city's elevation only temporarily halted organized chaos.

 But because the city's uplift process was very slow, the life-and-death conflict soon began again.

 “They had planned it! Those **** sages!”

Lan En kicked the magician on the roof, and Lorenzo, who had been frustrated for a long time due to his poor mobility, directly tore the magician into pieces in mid-air with his sword. Two pieces.

 Blood and sticky internal organs were splashed down accompanied by shrill screams.

 He said bitterly while pulling up his cloak with iron gloves and wiping his face.

“Oh, you are so keen to discover that they had planned it so quickly.”

Lann's obviously harsh tone made Lorenzo's muscles bulge, but he couldn't say anything in reply.

They were all ambushed on the street. Even if they were not "prepared", some people would have to believe it.

 Lan En's speech is not always thorny. He always remains polite when communicating with others.

 But now his mood is not optimistic either.

Lothric is the holy city in charge of the fire-passing ceremony, and now the forces in the holy city have "self-destructed"!

Can this fire be passed on?

If the fire goes out, will there be a stable environment for people to survive in this world?

 Just thinking about it like this, the end of the world is just around the corner!

 “Don’t be stunned!”

 Lan quickly jumped down from the roof and greeted Lorenzo.

“The targets of raids and ambush are definitely not us two little people!”

At present, Lorenzo immediately thought of the Emma main sacrifice and the chief of the Cavaliers.

 He was suddenly startled, and became tense again after being slightly relaxed after killing the ambush personnel.

 “Go quickly.”

 He shouted subconsciously, but before he could finish shouting, he saw Lan En's back running towards that direction.

Then he swallowed back the remaining half of his sentence, holding the Lothric knight's sword in his hand, and followed Lan En with a "clang, clink, clink" pace.