Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 920 902. White Dragon King

The ignorant priest was torn into two pieces by the church knight's sword. His upper body was still bleeding on the ground, twitching and struggling.

It hits the ground and makes a 'pop' sound.

But then, the tall and strong body of the church knight who cut him into two pieces, along with the thick armor all over his body, hit the ground with a 'dong' sound.

There were no other wounds, just the lower edge of the barrel-shaped helmet that was tilted up to the sky, and the neck where it was connected to the breastplate. Blood was pumping out rhythmically with the rhythm of the heart.

Church knights are very powerful warriors.

Lan En recognized this.

But when the flannel ball made the viewing hole of his helmet misaligned with his eyes. A warrior who loses his vision immediately loses his threat.

At that time, he also wanted to reach out and catch the kitten standing on his shoulder to pick off his helmet.

But Lan En stepped forward and grabbed the wrist of his hand that was not holding the sword.

The boots stepped on the broad cavalier sword again.

Then he just held Arondette, pointed it at his throat, and pushed it in, and that was it.

If it were a serious battle, with the physical, technical, and armament of the Church Knights, they could fight Lan En back and forth for a few minutes.

Just like in the deep church at that time.

But now, Lan En doesn't want to get too entangled, because the first fire is about to go out, and the darkness in his body is also about to stir up.

He also wanted to hurry over and see what was going on at the Fire Sacrifice.

So just let the flannel balls come together.

In terms of dexterity alone, Velvet Ball is much better than Lan En.

In battle, a warrior like it with small targets and flexibility can do a lot.

The other knight with a great sword guarding the door received the same treatment.

In a battle, one side has a numerical advantage, but the gap in basic quality is not very large. That would be so convenient to fight.

The velvet ball went up to disrupt the enemy's vision. Lan En found the opportunity to use his own power to clamp the opponent's limbs, and then stabbed him at the right position.

If the Knights of Lothric came over, it might not be easy to face the Knights of the Church.

Because although they are all powerful knights, it is obvious that the church knights are much stronger and physically stronger than the ordinary Lothric knights.

This is also determined by the fighting style of the respective knights.

In a head-on confrontation in terms of strength, the Lothric Knights might be directly knocked away by the Church Knights.

But Lan En's power can suppress the Church Knights very well.

The plate armor and chain armor on his body made continuous collision sounds in the confrontation of strength, and the leather straps also made a "crack" sound as they were tightened.

But all to no avail.

The strengthened muscles and bones, under the influence of the hormones of the [Song Gland], unleashed even more considerable strength.

Lan En pushed the church knight's arm down inch by inch during the struggle.

The two knights guarding the door were already lying on the ground.

When the witchers lifted off their barrel helmets, it was indeed what he thought.

These two knights were no longer handsome. The heads under their helmets had lost all their hair, and their bodies were skinny under the thick and burly armor.

Moreover, there are already things like plant roots growing on their bodies.

The church knight guarding the main entrance wears a gemstone ring on his hand.

It was a blue gem the size of an ordinary person's fingernail.

Lan En could feel that there was magic on it, so he took it together.

At this time, in this position, both the demon hunter and Ellu Cat could already hear a strange and tragic howling sound.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuah!"

The sound came from behind the door, shrill and strange.

One person and one cat looked at each other, and both said they couldn't tell from the sound what it was that was hissing or wailing.

As he got closer to the door, the painful roar became clearer and clearer.

The calico kitten was a little frightened by the gloomy environment and the weird wailing.

A pair of big eyes were rounded, looking around in shock.

Lan En stood in front of the door, holding his forehead.

Although I had already been mentally prepared for something like "something went wrong with King Osroais", when things came to a head

"It's not optimistic."

Thinking about the current situation of the world, Lan En still sighed and said something.

Immediately, a pair of palms wearing leather gloves with steel armor plates pressed on the door and pushed it inwards.

No matter what, things must be done.

With the sound of the door creaking, some white mist that looked like cold air, but was not cold, escaped from the door that had just been opened a crack.

The Witcher and Elcat looked at each other, and the flannel ball seemed to be encouraged by the exchange of glances.

He immediately puffed up his chest and walked in with Lan En.

This indeed seems to be the king's palace. From the solid and neat stone tiles on the ground and the dozen or so thick marble columns under the dome, you can see how grand it once was.

But that was only the past.

Now, it seems like someone has been going crazy and smashing things here for a long time.

All the original luxurious furniture was shattered into unrecognizable pieces. The tightly laid stone bricks were smashed and pitted, the corners were misaligned, and large pieces of stone bricks were squeezed out of their original arrangement.

And deep in the room is the crazy 'thing', or King Oceroes!

It was a weird dragon with its back to them.

Lan En has seen a lot of dragons.

He has seen flying dragons, dragons as magical creatures, and dragons as natural creatures.

But what's in front of you.

He is about fifteen meters long, has four limbs, a tail, and a pair of wings on his waist.

However, although the number of limbs is correct, the proportions of the limbs are completely abnormal.

His wings were surprisingly small, and his limbs were long but surprisingly thin. It was as if he had no muscles or fat, and only a layer of skin attached to the bones.

It doesn't have the powerful feeling of dragons at all. Instead, it feels eerie and weird.

There are no dragon scales on the skin, and the entire skin is like a layer of smooth rubber. It showed a sickly, disgusting color with blue in the white.

On the long strip of the spine on his back, there was a piece of fungus-like stalk growing, and the fungi were still swaying with his slight movements.

The weird and painful roar that came out through the door just now came from his mouth.

And as Lan En and Velvet Ball stepped into the room, the terrifying and weird roar stopped suddenly.

"You broke into my courtyard, what do you want? People who disobey the king's orders."

His voice was low, unhurried, even a little organized. It was absolutely incompatible with the roar just now.

But it is this instantaneous transformation between madness and reason that makes people feel even more unsure.

Lan En's steps stopped cautiously.

"No one wants to disturb His Majesty, but the situation in Lothric is not optimistic now. The chief priest and the knight commander entrusted me to come here."

"Not optimistic?"

Before Lan En could finish his words, the ‘Holy King of Lothrik’, the founder and current king of the most powerful country in the Age of Fire, whom he had never met before, interrupted and asked.

"Where to begin?"

"The fire has gradually extinguished, but the king is nowhere to be seen." Lan En tried his best to regulate his words.

Perhaps it was because King Osroais was a protoss who survived tens of thousands of years ago, so his speech had an ancient accent.

If it were anyone else, just facing this tone would be at a loss.

But the Emperor's Children are very good at picking up the tone.

So Lan En's response not only has the temperament of a long-ago era, but it even rhymes.

This made King Osroais turn his head slightly.

"Now, the sun can no longer be seen even during the day, Your Majesty. Darkness is prosperous and is invading everywhere."

Lan explains the dilemma of the fire ceremony to the king.

He originally thought that King Osroais would become nervous after hearing this, but unexpectedly

Ever since Lan En came to this world, people have constantly heard about his ‘greatness’, ‘contribution to the continuous Age of Fire’, and ‘making Lothric the pinnacle of the Age of Fire’.

He seemed to have no concern for the matter of 'the first fire gradually died out'.

The long and smooth tail slid smoothly on the uneven masonry floor.

"The initial fire. The initial fire is just something that will be extinguished sooner or later."

Osloes said calmly.

At the same time, Lan En watched his movements from behind. He didn't know if it was an illusion. It was a bit like he was holding a child and was shaking it gently.

"Lorian, Lothric. My sons are right. Their teacher is right."

"If you can't continue the flame forever, then what's the point of thousands of years earlier or later?"

"But when the flame goes out, everything that humans and all life has built so far will collapse. Society, technology, emotions... everything will be gone!"

Lan En said loudly and frowned fiercely at the same time.

Could it be that the old king actually supported the two princes? He also agrees that the First Fire will eventually burn out, and from the Immortal's perspective, the brief delay is meaningless. Just a useless effort that adds to the suffering.

However, Osloais' words once again exceeded Lan En's expectations.

"Is everything going to fall apart?"

There was sarcasm in Oceroes's tone, and the dragon-shaped face turned around. It was a pitted face with only a dragon's head-shaped head on the outline!

"no, I can not"

His tone was as light as sleepy babble at first, but as his words revealed more and more information and inner thoughts, his voice became louder and louder.

"My kingdom, my subjects, my family. None of this will collapse! Because I have found a way for us, for everyone, for everyone to survive in an era without fire!"

"Look at this body! This body transformed into an immortal ancient dragon! Even without that ridiculous flame, I can still live! Always live!"

"Don't worry about my children, I have already 'impregnated' them, and they will also become immortal ancient dragons!"

"Subjects, don't worry. Have you seen the flakes of ashes floating around? That's my research, the research on dragon transformation! I can make everyone in Lothric! Not one of them will be left behind! They can all become able to live in the age without fire. great life!"

"This is the redemption I've found! This is what kings do!"

"You don't have to suffer anymore, knight. I, the King of Lothrik, the Fire God of the Age of Gods, Fran, and now Osroais! I have found a way for everyone to escape the tragic reincarnation of the fire! "

The sound was as loud as thunder! It echoed endlessly throughout the palace, even shaking up smoke, dust and gravel.

Then, the eloquent Bailong curled up and hugged something in his arms tightly.

"My beloved son, son of the dragon, Ocelot. His birth is proof that the path I have chosen is correct!"

The scaleless and weird white dragon, the loud voice he left in the last second was still echoing among the marble columns. The next second, he was gently shaking his arms and humming softly.

Like a loving old father coaxing his child.

And Lan En.

The demon hunter's hand had already grasped the handle of the knife at his waist when he personally admitted that he was walking towards the flakes of ashes all over the city.

At the same time, behind the scattered silver hair, a pair of vertical pupils became cold.

This pure coldness, without any impurities or hesitation, stimulated Osloais, who was holding his 'loved son' in his arms.

His body, which was originally swaying slightly, stiffened, and then slowly turned around.