Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 935 917. Moonlight Sword

Lann looked at Ludos sitting on the Throne of Desire, playing with the large crystallized lizard shell.

He stretched out and then curled up the back shell with crystal clusters growing on it. During this process, he also used some magic abilities from time to time, and chanted incantations.

 He is the King of Fire. Sitting on the throne not only provides power to the initial flame, but also has the remaining fire of the initial flame in his body.

 Therefore, steps such as a furnace are omitted, and his body is the hottest furnace in the world.

 Finally, the back shell of the crystallized lizard was closed by Ludos to make a hollow sphere.

Those crystal clusters reflect each other’s mysterious radiance in the quasi-spherical sphere, as if they are repeating an infinite process of refraction and reflection.

 Make the light itself distant and mysterious.

“Now, put in the soul that is deformed by the power that you hold in your hand.”

Ludos held his hand toward Lan En like he was holding a popcorn bucket.

The witcher looked around slightly.

 “Here, take it.”

"But I can condense a weapon from this soul for you."

“Just do what you want.” Lan En agreed nonchalantly.

Lann's suggestion made Ludos smile.

"I can extract two qualities from this soul. But please forgive me, good boy. I can't give you a choice because one of the spells involves too dangerous knowledge."

Ludos took the smelting furnace containing the soul back to his chest and recognized the soul inside.

Osroais's soul flame originally carried a crystal blue color. After entering the interior of the sphere-like sphere covered with crystal clusters, it emitted a beautiful deep blue light amid the constant refraction of the crystals.

 “In this end of fire, even great men like King Othroais will fall and fade away.”

 The short, skinny old man was very sad.

 “Oh, this is still a great soul.”

And in the mouth of the smelting furnace, a sword hilt that had no trace just now was now sticking out of the mouth, as if waiting for someone to pull it out.

 Then, the only deformed soul remaining in his body was put through the mouth into the quasi-sphere filled with crystal clusters inside.

 But the death of an old acquaintance only caused a burst of emotion.

 The short King Xin turned to the demon hunter and said.

 After all, in today’s situation, anyone may face death.

 Speaking, Ludos pointed the mouth of the smelting furnace towards Lan En again and stretched out his hand to hand it over. There was no chance for him to shirk anymore.

Lan En first raised his eyes to look at the short King Xin holding the smelting furnace, and then with the other's repeated confirmation, he reached out and grasped the extended sword hilt.

"Thank you for your kindness, child. But the soul of King Osroais has been alienated to such an extent that the magnificent journey and profound knowledge in his past life have withered and been destroyed. There is really nothing to worry about."

 Then slowly pull it out.

"Perhaps you can take this soul and study it slowly? Just take it as a matter of course and keep yourself busy."

 He ​​originally did this just to comfort Ludos who could only sit on the throne. He didn't even care whether Othroais' soul could be turned into a harvest.

 “Wow~”

Even though he has seen many high-quality and top-quality weapons, Lan En still couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of this sword as he slowly pulled out the entire sword.

 The overall sword shape is leek leaf-shaped, with smooth and crisp arcs.

The length of the sword hilt is 1.8 meters upwards. The widest base of the sword blade is as wide as two ordinary people's hands side by side, and becomes narrower towards the tip of the sword.

It seems to be due to the magic material, but the thickness is not exaggerated, showing a thinness and sharpness.

The whole blade of the sword is made of some kind of blue crystal. The blue color looks deep and long-lasting. The black and gold cross sword pattern and hilt further accentuate this temperament.

It seems that due to the reason that it was just condensed from the soul, the inner power of this sword was briefly revealed after Lan En completely pulled it out of the smelting furnace.

The originally dark blue sword began to glow from the inside out. The sword was illuminated by the inner light and turned into an icy blue. The complex magic patterns in the crystals of the sword were also revealed, showing a brighter glow. light blue.

“[Moonlight Great Sword].”

 After Lann pulled out the sword, Ludos looked at this scene with seeming relief, and conveyed the message in Osroais's deformed soul to him.

“This is a magic dragon weapon passed down in the name of the scaleless and deformed white dragon Hiss, the traitor of the ancient dragon in the Ancient Dragon War in the Age of Mythology, the relative of King Gwen.”

 “Osroais should be chasing the characteristics of His.”

Ludos shook his head and sighed.

"Actually, Osroais's power is stronger than Hiss himself. But maybe in his eyes, it is more important to find the key to transforming into an immortal ancient dragon through Hiss's characteristics as a channel, right?"

“This sword contains the ancient and deep moonlight, which is what Osloes is persistently pursuing. It’s a pity.”

"When the moonlight finally took shape in his soul, his own mind was already so crazy that he couldn't even do research." Lan En held the moonlight sword in front of him with one hand, carefully admiring the magnificent patterns on the sword. Magic pattern.

 The bright blue light illuminated his side face with a magical beauty.

 La En did not put it down until the sword's power retracted into its interior, the magic lines dimmed, and the sword's body returned to a bluish color that had lost its brightness.

Although this sword appears to be thin and sharp due to the material it is made of, its overall weight is not much different from a steel sword of the same volume.

In the hands of a senior warrior with an average physique, although this weight can be used, the sword must be held with both hands to better grasp the movement trajectory of the sword.

 But in the hands of a man of Lan En's physique, this is actually a relatively powerful conventional half-hand sword.

 “Thank you, this is a good sword.”

 Lan En thanked Ludos, while the short King Xin smiled indifferently.

"Of course, this is a top-notch sword. It can even become more powerful as you learn more magic knowledge."

“I suggest you learn some magic or spells, which can improve your knowledge. Oh, some miracles will also do.”

 “Spells, magic. I remember them.”

Lann nodded to Ludos, indicating that he had listened to his suggestion.

"Don't worry, Ludos. If I get another deformed soul like this, I will ask you for help. Don't be bothered then."

 The short King Xin also knew that the other party just wanted to keep himself busy and relieve some pain.

 So he smiled and nodded.

“Good boy, just take it over. Let’s see how many traces of my craftsmanship I can leave in the final moments of being burned. This can also be regarded as leaving Courland’s name in the world.”

Before Ludos could finish saying the word 'fame', a distant and majestic bell suddenly rang high in the sky.

 And the sound of the bell seems not to be hindered or dampened by anything.

This sound passed through the layers of domes, from the heights of the towers to the bottom of the Fire Sacrifice, and from the back mountains of Lothrik to the distant deep churches and the Cold Valley.

 The second bell has already rung.

The smile on the corner of Ludos's mouth faded, and he seemed to have lost interest in talking anymore.

 “Let’s go, Lan En.” He said calmly. "Live well and come back to me. Hehe."

The witcher looked at him and nodded silently, turned around and left Ludos' throne of desire.

 He looked at the old woman who was still huddled in the corner, and the sturdy blacksmith who seemed to be banging the anvil in the depths.

The fire girl also finished ringing the bell and returned to the fire sacrificial site from the tower.

These people, including the owners of the vacant throne, are just poor people bound here by the spread of fire.

When he walked out of the dome of the building and saw the sky again, Lan En found that the sky was already dimly light.

 Everything in spreading fire and continuing the order of the world seems to be like a law, repeating itself over and over again, normal and ordinary.

 But in the final analysis, Lan En always feels that such a world is too cruel.

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 The journey back was alone, but not difficult.

Those low-level priests who were guarding the tomb and had gone crazy were cleaned up by Lan En again when he went to kill the crystal lizards, and they have not yet been resurrected.

The gravekeepers in the ashes cemetery have become much better under the renewed flames.

 It seems that the work regulations say what to do after the second bell.

When Lan En came back, he found that the tombkeepers were already preparing to leave.

"Few of the newly awakened Ashes are clear-headed. Most of them kill living creatures when they see them, because deep down in their hearts they are still longing for fire and the soul that is the fuel of the fire. Therefore, no rational creature should be there at this time. Show up in front of them.”

The gravekeeper, who had regained some sense, said this to Lan En before leaving.

During the tens of thousands of years that Lothric has been spreading fire, there has actually been a very complete set of measures in place to deal with various situations.

This time's big chaos is, on the one hand, because all kinds of conspiracies are popping up all at once, and on the other hand, the flames have indeed weakened to a certain extent.

Lan En did not leave the same way as the evacuated tombkeepers, he still returned the same way.

Under the small opening leading to the palace of Osroais, Lann used the hook of the slingshot to shoot upwards, and then after the hook was fixed, he climbed up to the platform in two or three jumps.

 Walking back further, he also saw the Ellu cat and the protoss baby curled up sleeping together.

Lan En woke up the flannel ball and quietly walked toward the exit of the Demon King's courtyard with Ocelot.

 “What did you give him to eat?”

 Lan En saw some food residue on Ocelot's mouth, so he asked the flannel ball.

“It’s Cheese Meow. After all, he looks very weak. I can’t help it, I can’t feel relieved at all.”

The flannel ball's triangular ears shook as he spoke.