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 precious in this difficult time.

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

Since the irrefutable god-king of the previous generation of gods, the Sun King and the Black-Xin King, Gwen, became the first Xin-King to devote himself to the First Fire and continue the flame ten thousand years ago.

The previous generation of the protoss fell apart, and all the gods moved out of the old god capital of Anor Londe.

Only King Gwen's youngest son, [Shadow Sun] Gwendelin, became the new leader of the God Clan.

However, the influence of the God clan leader is no longer what it used to be.

After all, the existence of the world depends on the First Fire. Whoever takes on the important task of spreading the fire will have the most unquestionable authority in the world.

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

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

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

So he still maintains a considerable degree of influence.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

Quiet and beautiful, but lacking a bit of excitement.

Gwendelin also didn't care that the prestige of the Gods fell behind the Lothric royal family.

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

"Brother?"

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

"I'm here, cough, I'm listening, Youershika."

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

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

Even though it was a god that had survived from the age of mythology, Gwendelin had never seen this kind of discomfort.

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

Send a hammer gun named [Yurshika].

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

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

She was sitting next to her brother's bed. A fluffy tail was sticking out from under the skirt of her 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 an illegitimate son born from the blood of the ancient dragon.

In this time when the protoss has weakened with the First Fire, Gwendelin does not care about the difference between legitimate and illegitimate children.

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

"What's wrong, Youershika?"

Gwendelin 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 the 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 Osroais 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 Lothrik City?"

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

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

Gwendelin thought in his mind.

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

As the Dark Moon Pope, Sullivan's power is powerful enough in itself.

But now that he is unwell, many things that need to be dealt with have also been placed on Sullivan's shoulders.

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

But a headache and dizziness hit him. Gwendelin's arm holding the edge of the bed softened, 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's 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.

Due to physical limitations, Gwendelin could only make this decision.

"Do as Sullivan said and send the little devil out. It just so happens that the Emma priest in Lothric also keeps a flag that can call the little devil. This saves you the trouble of contacting him."

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

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

Therefore, 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 main hall, most of which are scenes handed down from the time of the gods.

To others, 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.

On it, 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 was his eldest sister, the [Sunshine Princess] Gwen Aviya, who was loved by all creatures.

At this moment when he was suffering from illness, Gwendelin could not help but feel a surge of nostalgia.

"If sister."

The murmur of the God clan leader echoed in the empty and cold hall, and finally disappeared.

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

He started to get the little devil to go to Lothric, and brought along a few of the 'support' 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 had 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's so innocent and cute to believe others just because of a few words.

And these 'supports' he sends will preserve and bring back that knowledge.

After all, in Sullivan's opinion, those two princes were obviously not worthy of possessing this knowledge.

He is the qualified one! 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 a plan! Those bastard 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 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 perceptive in discovering that they had a plan so quickly."

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

They were all ambushed on the street. Some people have to believe it even if they say they were not ‘prepared’.

Lan En doesn't always speak harshly. 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 this world still have a stable environment for people to survive?

Thinking like this, the end of the world is just around the corner!

"Don't be stunned!"

Lan En quickly jumped down from the roof and greeted Lorenzo.

"The target of the raid and ambush is definitely not us two little people!"

Among the big shots currently staying on the high wall, Lorenzo immediately thought of Emma's chief priest and the knight leader.

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

"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, held the Lothric knight's sword in his hand, and followed Lan En with a "clang, clang, clang" pace.