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.

Target 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, which was the largest area, had the most organs, and was in the most secure position, suddenly turned towards the demon hunter's face.

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

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

He noticed something was wrong with his mentality, but it was 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] was ultimately weak compared to the sword of Knight Commander Lothrik, and it broke through the upper limit with just one sword.

But this finally gave Lan En a chance.

He just turned his face sideways.

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

Only a few silver hairs were cut off.

"What do you hate most is my face?"

The sword blade 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 actions.

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

Amidst the skillful muscle movement, a soft and strange force followed his wrist and invaded Maluk's whole body.

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

Against armor-piercing enemies, wrestling and jujitsu are very useful.

"mix!"

Before Maruk could react, Lan En stepped on the shield he held in front of his chest.

With a 'bang' sound, even the shield and arm were pressed against the chest.

The long knife in the demon hunter's hand turned in an extremely smooth circle and became a reverse grip in the palm of his hand.

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

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

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

Looking to the side, I saw that the basic fighting had calmed down.

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.

Originally, Maruk could still gain the upper hand by smearing those strange black liquids on the knight leader.

After he dealt with the knight leader, he turned to face Lorenzo, with a good chance of winning.

But now he was lying on the ground.

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

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 on the ground. Leaving behind a tragic splatter of blood.

He sheathed Arondette.

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

This move actually worked.

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.

Until Lorenzo also finished dealing with his last opponent.

"He is not an enemy, just a witness who was involved."

Among the Lothric knights standing there, the one with the highest status and the most powerful combat power spoke, and the rest stopped and put away their weapons.

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

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

Lan En carefully spoke his words and briefly explained the situation to Lorenzo.

"I think he might prepare you mentally."

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

The leader, who had been aggressive, calm and powerful when we met just now, was now struggling to even lean against the wall and sit still.

The members of the Lothric Knights gathered around.

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.

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

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

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 Emma's priest, all 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 Emma priest.

Then there's nothing bad to say.

"Klimt? I remember."

Priest Emma identified the author just by looking at the cursive handwriting on the envelope. It seemed that they were indeed acquaintances.

"Are you part of the riot on the bridge entering the city?"

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

It was 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 Deep 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."

Emma, ​​the priest, put his old hand into the hood and pressed his forehead, speaking in a tired tone.

"Bad news comes one after another. We too ignored what was wrong with the Netherworld Church before."

"But fortunately, we still have three other salary kings who 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. "

Lann shrugged.

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

Only when the ceremony arrived did we realize 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 Emma as the officiant, he flashed the ring on his hand, looking vigorous and resolute.

It's just that the anger and sadness in the slightly red eyes are being suppressed, but they are still vaguely revealed.

Like lava flowing quietly, gently but frighteningly.

The ring with the white knight's silhouette printed on the surface was originally worn on the hand of the knight leader.

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

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

"Greetings to you, Your Excellency, Knight Commander."

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

After it is determined that people are in the same camp, the mode of getting along with each other will undergo subtle changes from the previous mode of strangers.

Moreover, 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 other than spreading fire."

"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 do 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 began to stand up one after another.

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.

No distinction is made 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 body in a pious kneeling position, and placed his head on their knees, holding 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 this image.

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? The elite forces of the Knights are all at the dragon training ground in the inner city."

"The priests in my church will provide help. Maybe the church knights guarding the door for King Osroais can also help? They are His Majesty's personal guards, 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 time, Lan En interrupted.

"Instead of talking about counterattacking the inner city now, shouldn't you 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 sounded.