Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 912 894. Confirm position

 Maruk, who was dazzled by the cold white magic light, suddenly felt a sense of disgust and jealousy rising in his heart.

 Aiming at the face of the enemy in front of you.

Involuntarily, the tip of the sword, which was supposed to be aimed at the enemy's chest, with the largest area, most organs, and the most secure position, suddenly turned towards the demon hunter's face.

  Maluk showed a rare expression of gnashing his teeth, showing great emotional fluctuations.

 But after the sword was thrust out, the expression disappeared, leaving only horror.

 He realized something was wrong with his mentality, but it was already too late.

The tip of the sword that stabbed Lan En's cheek seemed to hit a protective shield.

There was a crackling sound like broken glass, and fragments of the golden chaos magic shield flew away.

However, the strength of [Quen's Seal] is weak compared to the sword of the Lothrik Knight Commander. It only broke through the upper limit of endurance with just one sword.

 But this finally gave Lan En a chance.

Before Maluk could react, he cursed angrily, and Lan stepped on the shield he held on his chest.

Just when Maruk was about to slash the sword blade out, his wrist snapped and was held by Lan En.

 Originally, Maluk had the upper hand by smearing those strange black liquids on the knight leader.

 One by one, the Lothric knights half-knelt down towards the knight leader at the base of the city wall.

A stream of blood arrows spurted out from the helmet grille. Lao Gao's body, which was stepped on by Lan En and his shield, suddenly stiffened at first, and then became weak, leaving only a few twitches.

 Only a few silver hairs were cut off.

The leader, who had been aggressive, calm and powerful when we met just now, now had trouble even leaning against the wall and sitting still.

Lan En smoothly turned the handle of the knife he was holding behind his back and threw it to the ground. All the blood on the knife splashed onto the ground. Leaving behind a tragic splatter of blood.

With a ‘bang’ sound, even the shield and arms were pressed against the chest.

This move did work.

The blade of the sword was right next to his ear, but Lan En's voice was as brisk as ever, and a little strange.

 And the words did not delay his movements.

The one with the highest status and the strongest fighting ability among the Lothrik knights standing there spoke, and the rest stopped and put away their weapons.

 “He is not an enemy, just a witness who is involved.”

Although the Lothric knights who had finished the battle were still panting and clutching the hilts of their swords, they did not attack the unfamiliar Lan En directly.

 Although death in this world is not taken as seriously as in other worlds because it is too common, it is still respected as it should be.

The addition of Lorenzo, an elite knight, greatly enhanced the power of the Fire Sect. With one big sword and one man, he killed at least seven or eight of his former colleagues.

And the long knife in the demon hunter's hand turned in a circle smoothly, turning into a reverse grip in the palm of his hand.

 Wrestling and jujitsu are very useful against armor-piercing enemies.

 Looking further to the side, the basic fighting has subsided.

 Members of the Knights of Lothric gathered around.

With a "clang" sound, the knight captain wearing full plate armor was pulled by one hand, spun around in the air as if under a spell, and finally hit the ground.

 After he dealt with the knight leader, he turned to face Lorenzo, and the chance of winning was not small.

Then with a crisp 'pop', the head of the long knife was accurately inserted through the gap in the grille-shaped visor of the knight's helmet.

 So those knights who were loyal to the prince are now being quickly strangled.

Amidst the skillful mobilization of muscles, a soft and strange force followed the wrist and invaded Maluk's whole body.

At this time, Lan En walked towards the Emma priest who had been releasing the recovery [Miracle] on the battlefield just now.

The tip of the Lothric knight's sword grazed his ear.

 Lan spoke carefully and briefly explained the situation to Lorenzo.

 But now he is lying on the ground.

The hand holding the handle of the knife was slightly pulled up, and the blade made a metallic friction sound with the helmet's grille.

 “Hum!”

"It should be poisoning, or something bad. Anyway, the wound is not clean."

 He just turned his face sideways.

Lorenzo walked up to Lan En: "What's wrong with the leader? I just saw that he was completely out of shape."

 He sheathed Arondette.

 “I think he might want you to be mentally prepared.”

 “What do you hate most is my face?”

 Until Lorenzo also dealt with his last opponent.

Most of these Lothric knights who had just finished the battle had never seen him before. He hoped that this act of putting away their weapons would make the knights' tense nerves relax a little.

Lorenzo pursed his lips and said nothing. He just nodded and walked towards the knight leader with his big sword on his shoulder.

 Under the hood of the officiant's robe, officiant Emma, ​​although she didn't quite understand why Lan En was approaching, still spoke with a priestly temperament.

 “Thank you for lending a helping hand at this critical moment. There is no doubt that your actions are just and noble.”

“You can’t say that.” Lan En said as he took out an envelope. "This is not a helping hand for no reason, Celebrant Emma."

That was the letter Klimt gave him. Lan En's actions did not avoid anyone.

I saw Emma before and the reason why the priest didn't take it out was because he didn't know what the position of these knights was.

During the time when he met with the Emma priest, all the Lothric knights were present.

But now, a civil war has broken out in Lothric. No matter how these knights were before, they now stand with the Amarr Priest.     Then there’s nothing bad to say.

 “Klimt? I remember.”

Officiant Emma identified the person who wrote it just by looking at the cursive handwriting on the envelope. It seemed that they were indeed acquaintances.

“Were you part of the riot on the bridge into the city?”

Immediately, Emma, ​​the priest, issued a reasonable question.

 This is a bit too coincidental after all.

Those thugs had red worm pills from the Netherworld Church, and the witnesses who were brought here to testify came from the Netherworld Church.

But Lan En also shook his head: "That is purely coincidental. The red worm pills should have been leaked out during the period when Archbishop Klimt was unable to control the Underworld Church. I suggest you read the contents first."

Priest Emma looked at the knights who were kneeling in front of the leader, and finally opened their faith.

 After reading Klimt’s letter, she almost understood what happened.

“The Bishops of Netherworld have long been tainted by their faith. Eldridge was not escorted to the Fire Sacrifice at all after he was awakened.”

  Priest Emma put her old hand into the hood and pressed her forehead, her tone was tired.

“Bad news comes one after another. We were too ignorant of what was wrong with the Deep Church before.”

“But fortunately, we still have three other salary kings that can be used to tide over difficult times.”

"You plan to take Ge Cide back to Yousui Church at this time? It is indeed a good idea. We all sympathize with the princess's experience. This time the two princes have done this again, and there is no reason to let them run wild anymore. "

Lane shrugged.

 He was originally worried that the action of kidnapping Ge Zide would affect Lothric's fire-passing ceremony.

 When the results arrived, it was discovered that the biggest difficulty in this ceremony actually came from the royal family itself.

“But now, the most important thing is to continue the initial fire.”

 The old voice of Emma’s priest continued.

At this time, Lorenzo, who was half-kneeling in front of the captain of the knights, stood up, said a few words to the half-kneeling knights, and then walked towards this side.

As he walked towards the officiant Emma, ​​he flashed the ring on his hand, looking vigorous and resolute.

 Just in the slightly red eyes, anger and sadness are being suppressed, but they are still vaguely revealed.

 Like lava flowing quietly, gently but frighteningly.

The ring with the silhouette of a white knight printed on the ring was originally worn on the hand of the head of the knights.

"I am now the leader of the Knights of Lothric, Lord Priest."

Emma first looked at the knight commander who was already leaning against the wall in the distance, and then nodded to Lorenzo.

 “Greetings to you, Your Excellency, Master of the Knights.”

Lorenzo first looked at the state where Lan En and Emma, ​​the officiant, had become slightly familiar with each other.

 After identifying people who belong to the same camp, the mode of getting along with each other will change subtly from the previous mode of strangers.

 Furthermore, Lan En and Emma, ​​the priests, did not want to hide this relationship with the same camp, so Lorenzo could see it at a glance.

“It seems that our witness has another identity?”

 He first stared at Lan En and then shook his head.

“But at this point, any differences can be put aside except for spreading the flames.”

 “Thank you for your understanding.” Lan En stood beside the officiant and nodded to Lorenzo. "After all, I couldn't clarify each other's positions before. It's much better now."

Lorenzo nodded in response, and then looked at Priest Emma.

 “What should we do now?”

As the two highest-ranking figures on the scene began to discuss strategies, the knights who were half-kneeling to pay respects to the body of the former knight leader not far away also began to stand up.

 Seemingly following some of Lothric's traditions, these knights began to chop off the heads of the knights who had just died in battle.

 Then they placed their bodies against the wall and leaned against them.

  There is no distinction between ourselves and the enemy.

Among them, the corpse of the Knight Commander was arranged in the most solemn manner. They kept the Knight Commander's corpse in a pious kneeling position, and placed his head on their knees and held it with both hands.

 This is the embodiment of the sacrificial spirit of Lothric knights.

Even throughout the city, there are many roadside sculptures depicting such images.

 Others depict a kneeling knight holding his sword and rubbing his neck against it to determine himself.

 In this world with a strong aura of death, Lan En was not surprised that such a death ritual occurred.

“Should we fight back to the inner city immediately? All the elite forces of the Knights are at the dragon training ground in the inner city.”

"The priests in my church will help. Maybe the church knights guarding the door for King Osroais can also help? They are His Majesty's bodyguards, and they should always contribute in this era that is about to overthrow."

 The two people talked to each other, assessing the strength that each could lead, as well as the strength of the enemy.

 But at this moment, Lan En interrupted.

“Instead of counterattacking the inner city now, shouldn’t you take a look at this first?”

"Um?"

 Lorenzo made a strange questioning sound.

But then, a series of sounds of Lothric knights drawing their swords out of their scabbards were heard.