Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 953 935. Moonworms are raging

 Just like the Deep Church or Lothric that Lan En went to when he first arrived in this world.

Something happened in this new **** city, Irushil.

This has to make Lan En feel emotional: The era of chaos when the fire is about to go out is an excellent showcase for all conspiracies and ambitions.

It's just that unlike the previous two places, Lan En seems to have come by chance.

 At this time, it is obviously the most critical and climax of the change.

In the town, the buildings with closed doors were dead silent.

Even with the senses of a witcher, there is no sign of human activity in the building.

 Otherwise, the whole town is having a meeting, or a banquet, or a celebration, and everyone is gathered in one place.

 Otherwise, everyone in this town might have died.

These knights can wrap their weapons with golden thunder when they want without praying at all.

 The Silver Knights have killed all dragons and even immortal ancient dragons.

 In the vomit and feces of these deceased people, there are some small blue bugs.

 At this time when the fire was about to extinguish, Lenglie Valley suffered from an infectious intestinal parasite. Lan En did not think this was a coincidence.

This is an ordinary house on the streets of Irushil. Lan En did not choose anything deliberately.

But the whole house was dark, with only the moonlight dimly cast in through the frosted windows.

 After opening the door, Lan En ducked into the house.

 The sound of fighting became louder and louder.

 Lan En’s experience allowed him to have a general understanding of the scene in front of him in a short period of time.

After that, they no longer tried to hide and move forward, because there was really no one in the houses on both sides of the road.

　　The speed of travel immediately increased after giving up stealth.

A silent but fierce fight was unfolding between the two parties.

“Gastroenteritis caused by intestinal parasites?”

Following Gwen, he fought the Ancient Dragon War and created the Knights of the Gods and the Guardians of the Gods in the Age of Fire.

 Snowflakes drifted gently to the stone tile floor and piled up, silently.

　　Just like the coups and rebellions Lan En witnessed when he was in Lothric.

 Almost every one of these knights is comparable to Lothric's elite knight captain.

 The other side looked familiar to Lan En, as if the black knight's armor had been completely cleaned and turned into silver white.

 “Bang~bang!”

 After tens of thousands of years of precipitation, the soul power of almost every Silver Knight is terrifyingly strong.

On a piece of paper that seemed to be a record, the owner of the house desperately wrote: Moonworms are raging in Lenglie Valley.

 After entering, the exquisite utensils, furniture, and even the exquisite reliefs on the walls and escalator handles all show the wealth and artistic taste of the residents of this sacred city.

 One of them has become so skinny that he has no human shape, and even the muscles on his cheeks are so dry that the bones are exposed. But he wore exquisite and thin silver armor, and his appearance showed an elegance that was inconsistent with his physical body.

That thunder is a dragon hunting skill that has been famous in the dragon hunting era.

Several shriveled corpses fell among the furniture that should have been exquisite and clean, but now it was in a mess.

 It is certain that there are really no living people in this city.

“Feces and vomit mixed. Died of illness?”

 There should have been dirty liquid under the body, but now there is only the smelly, dried-up mark of the liquid.

Those knights in silver-white armor who look very similar to the black knights should be the legendary silver knights.

The sound of steel clashing with steel, the roar of combat skills being activated, and the sound of magic and fireballs cutting through the air.

With Lan En running at a steady speed, it didn't take long to reach the area where they had seen a pillar of fire shooting from the ground to the sky.

 The first thing that hit me was a pungent smell.

His career as a witcher made him look at these dirty corpses without any taboo or disgust.

The witcher speculated.

　　The two parties started fighting each other around a magnificent mansion next to the church in the center of the town.

 They protect the Protoss, and they themselves have witnessed countless [miracles] stories actually happening.

Lan En walked out of the room with a serious face and nodded to Flannel Ball and Qilin who were guarding the door.

Lan stood in front of a door and looked around. The flannel ball stood beside his legs, his little paws grasping the hilt of the sword behind him, looking around with the same vigilance.

The power of these knights is obviously stronger than that of the other side, but due to various reasons, their actions seem to be restrained to Lan En.

This kind of silence makes people feel scared.

The light of the sword, as clear as lake water, first swiped in along the crack of the door, and then with a short force of the palm, the lock inside was opened.

 The skeleton-like undead knights opposite them couldn't stand a few blows in front of their thunder. The power of their souls would be completely shattered and they would be killed.

 But even in this case, the Silver Knights are still on the defensive side.

 They held on to the splendid mansion under the attack of the enemy.

 “Bang!”

With just one lift of Smo's huge golden hammer, the huge hammer head could block most of his body. A fireball hit the hammer head, leaving not even a black mark. "Traitor! Bastard!"

Under that pot-bellied armor, the former executioner of King Gwen, the best friend of the leader of the king's four knights, could only curse angrily at this time.

The enemy outside the mansion wants to attack. Logically speaking, a hero like him who has become famous during the period of King Gwynn would not be unable to control a battle scene of this level.

 But now, Smo only feels powerless.

 “Get out of here!”

His tall body roared loudly, and the huge hammer head looked like a water tank that could drown people!

　　When it hit the head, half of the square in front of the mansion was shaking!

The undead knights waving their scimitars in front of him, with magic blades extending from their scimitars, couldn't hold on for even a moment and became something that could be described as a "puddle" in terms of quantifiers.

There is a huge gap in the enemy's formation. If you concentrate your strength at this time and lead the powerful silver knights to rush over, you can easily kill through the entire formation on the opposite side with a much higher individual quality!

 But Smo could only watch helplessly as these "weak" undead knights on the opposite side reorganized their formation again.

 As for the silver knights around him, only two or three bit him in the process, leaving five or six enemies behind.

　　After the rest of them finished dealing with the enemies at hand, they stood back up as if they had lost their target.

Smough is unable to command most of his Silver Knights.

 Because these silver knights have long received orders with a higher ‘priority’ than themselves.

 An order from the current leader of the God Clan, [Shadow Sun], before his condition progresses to the point where he is unable to act.

—The Silver Knights are the guardians of the gods. The Knights are becoming more and more withered, and they only need to protect the gods. Now that the flame is fading, Pope Sullivan can act cheaply.

The Silver Knights seem to be facing the same problem as the Black Knights Lan En has seen.

 They have lived so long that their spirits have been dulled.

 They are still loyal, but they have almost lost their own consciousness and can only simply follow orders.

There should be no problem with this order. After all, Pope Sullivan has been the Pope of the Dark Moon for hundreds of years.

His loyalty and wisdom are obvious to all. Even if Lothric fails to spread the fire, people still believe that the Dark Moon Pope can save the situation and rekindle the flame.

But everyone seems to have overlooked one question - what if the famous, loyal and wise Pope of the Dark Moon has no intention of spreading fire at all?

Smo has never thought about this problem before. He is the executioner of the royal family and the loyal dog of the gods. You don't need to think about such complicated things.

 But when things have reached this point, no one can do anything about it.

Since [Shadow Sun] Gwendelin suddenly suffered from a strange illness, which quickly progressed to the point where he was unable to govern, the situation in Lenglie Valley has taken a turn for the worse.

Pope Sullivan took Gwendelin to the ruins of the old divine capital after Irushil, and the abandoned church on the grounds that it was "suitable for recovery."

Up to this point, Smoke actually felt that something was wrong.

　　The ruins of the old **** capital of Anor Londo were originally moved here out of nostalgia and had no practical use.

 Even Gwendelin himself lived in Irushil for the convenience of preaching and governing. I just go back to the ruins occasionally to take a look.

How can an abandoned church that has been abandoned for tens of thousands of years be suitable for recuperating from illness?

 Or is it a strange disease that even the gods have never heard of?

 But then, the moon bugs erupted in the cold valley attracted everyone's attention.

 When the moonworm became incurable, Pope Sullivan showed his cards.

He claimed that he had controlled the Shadow Sun, and asked Irushil at this moment, Princess Youershika, who has the most noble status, bloodline, and legal principles, to compromise for the sake of her brother's safety.

Thanks to Princess Youershika, she temporarily took over the position of leader of the Dark Moon Knights before Shadow Sun could no longer manage, and had the command authority over the Dark Moon Swords.

 Otherwise, Smo couldn't imagine what the situation would be like at that time.

But even so, Pope Sullivan makes a few demands today and a little tomorrow.

He has threatened the safety of the Shadow Sun and obtained many treasures and knowledge of the gods from the mouth of Princess Youershika.

 Even the personal maid of the gods!

 But at this point, he was still not satisfied.

Sieges like this happen again every time a request is made.

If it weren't for the very few knights among the Silver Knights who still retain their minds after a long time, there would also be the support of the Dark Moon Sword souls who were urgently summoned by Princess Youershika.

With just a group of silver knights who could only rigidly execute orders, Small didn't feel like he could hold on.

 “I’ve been beaten.”

Smoo hammered his hammer and spoke coldly to the witch behind a large group of undead knights.

 “What else do you want!”

These tall witches wearing silver skirts and helmets are also the backbone of Sullivan's command.

Sullivan granted them the power to control the fire of slight sins, which, as Irushil and Lothric's joint research showed, distorts the mind of the user into a cruel and sick form.

 Under the full-face helmet, the distorted and deep voice of the Pope Witch sounded.

 She made another request on behalf of her master.

 And this request was met with a low growl from Small after a period of silence.

 “Sinner. Insolent!!”