Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 958 940. Desolation and decline

Yurshika was someone who had experienced Sullivan's intimidation. She subconsciously felt that her brother would be able to spot the traitor after listening to her statement.

 But she was so inexperienced that she forgot that in the eyes of her brother, she might not be as reliable as Sullivan.

Now the half-dragon girl was at a loss as soon as she was rebutted.

　　It was Lan En who continued to take a step forward and stood side by side with Youershika.

“Princess You’ershika is telling the truth, the God of the Dark Moon.”

Lan En spoke respectfully but very quickly.

　　"Sullivan deceived you. He has now divided and dealt with the power of Cold Lie Valley, and then ushered in the awakened King Xin, [Saint of the Deep] Eldridge, who wants to eat you!"

 “Nonsense! Devouring gods? What are you doing?”

The witcher's words seemed to make Gwendolin angry. He struggled to hold himself up and yelled angrily.

 “Sister?”

“When he woke up from the coffin in the Deep Church, he already wanted to devour the gods. At that time, there was an anonymous **** living in seclusion in the church, and she called herself [Mother of Rebirth] Rosalia.”

 The power of the gods was born from fire. Although they are not immune to darkness, they are highly sensitive.

 But the only response he received was the sound of three boots hitting the ground. Those are the three Silver Knights nearby.

Just looking out, Gwendelin already felt the same as Lan En, who had darkness lurking in his body.

　　But before he could finish his angry rebuke, Lan En followed up.

“It’s easy to prove Sullivan’s betrayal, because that disgusting tar was not blocked by the defense line you set up for even a second.”

 Eldridge’s deep darkness is spreading!

 “Asshole.”

Following the snake legs under his skirt, he struggled to push his body up and looked out at the open door of the palace.

Gwendelin’s hand holding the railing turned white from the pinching, and his anger seemed to allow him to squeeze more strength out of his seriously ill body.

 “This is indeed the power of my sister!”

“Sullivan! Traitor against God! Despicable and filthy!”

It was also because of this that Gwendelin felt that Lan En had a familiar feeling of intimacy when they first met.

With a ‘pop’ sound, Lan En held Gwendolin’s wrist.

Rosalía poured her blessing on the kiss.

 “Silver Knights!”

 “Silver Knights!”

 But now is not the time to be sad about spring and autumn.

Gwendelin's character is not tough, not even strong. He just blindly shouldered the responsibility as the heir to the God Clan and supported the Age of Fire created by his father.

The witcher felt like he was about to cry.

Each time Lan En revealed a name, Gwendelin's eyes contracted violently.

Gwendelin clenched his fist and hammered the railing, but as a protoss, he could not even hammer the stone pillar, which was no more than the thickness of an arm.

Now, after tens of thousands of years, he is still in this decadent end of fire, both physically and mentally exhausted.

Instead, he let his hair fall on his shoulders and face, blown by his weak breathing.

The witcher said without giving an inch, staring into the eyes of the Shadow Sun.

He was unsure and murmured in disbelief. The anger had disappeared. Instead, he beckoned Lan En to come closer to him.

The voice of the Dark Moon God and Lord of Irushil echoed in the empty and huge palace.

 He is the youngest son of the King of Sunshine. When he was young, he was accustomed to relying on his father and sister.

 Lan En walked closer to the bed, and Gwendelin's palm moved towards the face that was also scattered with silver hair and was extremely handsome.

"As long as you go out and take a look now, you will definitely feel that the profound power is approaching! It has even begun to erode the surrounding environment!"

Gwendolin murmured, looking at Lan En's face with an almost affectionate look.

 There is nothing to doubt anymore.

 “Eldridge is approaching, the Dark Moon God.”

That place is where Rosalia kissed Lan En’s face.

Lan En is not surprised by the poor reserve of curse words of the God clan leader.

"But her true identity is the princess of Lothric. Before she was married and had children, she was the eldest daughter of the Sun King Gwen, your sister, the Sun Princess Gwen Aviya."

 “Where are the guards!”

 “Knight. Yes! Summon the knights!”

"My lord, it is more important to prepare for war now. Venting anger and cursing are meaningless. Only the sword can punish."

Gwendolin was stunned for a moment and pulled his wrist away from Lan En's hand.

The witcher's voice brought the atmosphere back to a tense and urgent rhythm.

 There are only three silver knights in this area.

There was also the sound of heavy footsteps "bang bang bang", and it took several steps to catch up.

It is the giant slave blacksmith who is forging iron silently in the corner of the side door.

 He came with slave chains wrapped around his body, an iron mask on his head, and carrying a forging hammer.

 This is all.

This is all the power that Shadow Sun Gwendelin can muster in his former home, the ancient **** city of Anor Londo.     “How could it be so?”

Gwendelin lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders, which were supporting the railing.

 “How could it be so?”

The once glorious and glorious gods of fire, but now the leader of the divine clan has only these powers in his hometown.

 Leaves only desolation and decay.

“If you need help, I can call in another group of people.”

Lan En took out the white marker wax stone from his bag and said.

 “They are all good warriors and will be useful.”

 But Gwendelin, who lowered his head lowly, did not show any joy.

"Knights, your friends, can they possibly match the Legion when they gather together? Although Eldridge has already been burned once, his dark power is becoming increasingly strong due to the decline of the First Fire."

“Last time I asked him to pass the fire, Lothric sent out five centurions, and the Sword of the Dark Moon also sent out three centurions. All of them are quite famous knights.”

The implication is that Gwendelin does not believe that a few knights who are not organized and have no reputation can stop Eldridge today.

"Then please forgive me for being presumptuous." Lan En's brows were already furrowed and he looked at the Dark Moon God in front of him.

"Are you sure you can defeat Eldridge? If not, what we should do now is to leave quickly."

 Eldridge is already powerful enough even in his current tar state.

 And this is far from his strongest fighting state.

　　Back when he ate up a giant in the Netherworld Church and occupied his body, he was able to exert more destructive power than the original strength of the giant!

The iron railing gate, which was originally unable to be deformed by the giant's fists, was torn apart after he invaded the giant's body!

 No matter what, the power and body of Gwendelin, the Dark Moon God, cannot be given to Eldridge.

What's more, even though Lan Encai had only said a few words to the Shadow Sun.

But although he is weak, he still sticks to his duties in a time of crisis. He should not be eaten like food by garbage like Eldridge!

Gwendelin raised one of his hands that was originally supporting the railing. He lowered his head and looked at that hand intently.

The shape of that hand looked familiar to Lan En, just like the hand of Oceroes or Ocelot.

 It looks like a thin paw, rather than a human hand.

 This is also one of the symptoms of Gwendelin's "serious illness".

 “My strength is no longer what it used to be.”

Gwendelin spoke softly and slowly. In fact, he didn't have the strength not to speak softly and slowly now.

 “Definitely no match for Eldridge’s man-eating monster.”

“But it’s impossible for me to abandon the capital of the Gods and run away, to live up to the expectations of my father and sister, and to lose my last hope!”

 He turned around with difficulty, returned to the bedside, raised his dark moon crown, and put it on his head.

 The half mask on his crown covered the beautiful upper half of his face.

"Believing in traitors like Sullivan is my fault as the King of Gods. If I flee like a lost dog when the traitors approach me, I will be abandoning the last dignity of the divine race. I can't do it."

“What has happened till now is all because of my incompetence. Knights who have come to my rescue, I have only one last request.”

Gwendelin, who had put on the Dark Moon Crown, no longer showed his weak eyes, but he still turned his head to face Lan En.

"Please take Youershika away. She is our youngest sister. If you serve my eldest sister, you should also take care of her."

 “Don’t argue with me anymore, Youershika.”

 Finally, Gwendelin stopped her sister's words.

 He looked very heavy, but there was still a trace of relief in it.

 “I am already very tired, Youershika. I am really too tired.”

 The half-dragon girl's lips opened, but in the end she couldn't say anything.

 Just silently, with a cold face as usual, he curtsied to his elder brother.

 The farewell to death among the gods is just that simple.

However, Gwendelin allowed his sister to accept her own death, but there was another human present who objected to this.

"I'm not here to watch Eldridge succeed in hunting, Dark Moon God!"

 “Damn it!” Lan En couldn’t help but slap his forehead with his hand at this time.

"One or two. Don't you take your own life and that of others as your life? Okay! Even if you don't care about your own life, I do! I still hope to kill that mess! Before that, I never want to He’s full! Do you understand?”

 Amidst Lan En's loud shouts, he no longer cared about honorifics.

The witcher's unceremonious shout seemed to have stunned both Youershika and Gwendolin.

After a while, the Dark Moon God pursed his lips and spoke again.

 “Your good intentions are clear to me. That being the case.”

Gwendelin looked at the open window on the side wall of the palace, feeling a little lost.

 “Please go to Gulongding.”

 “Gulongding? A mountain top?”

Lan En asked puzzledly.

"Since you are an excellent warrior, why don't you know about the Ancient Dragon Peak? Anyone who wields a sword in this world should have this belief in his heart. He admires the power and immortality of the dragon, and then embarks on the path of the Ancient Dragon."