Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 943 925. Saint Crystal Erosion

Almost as soon as they saw the woman, Klimt and the Winged Knights felt like they had lost their souls.

Fortunately, the beam was not far from the birdcage-shaped cell, otherwise Lan En would have been worried that they would fall directly to the ground forty or fifty meters away from the dome!

Klimt and Lann took the lead in jumping to the top of the birdcage-shaped cell, and the witcher pried open a hole large enough to pass through their bodies.

Then the two of them jumped into the birdcage, while the winged knights whose armors were too fat remained on the beam.

As soon as he jumped down, Klimt ran towards the female figure in a panic.

I even almost slipped on some scattered parchment on the way.

Lan En, on the other hand, remained vigilant. The base of the birdcage-like cell was a solid wooden floor instead of railings. This made it impossible for him to lower his head and see the situation in the large library below.

So Lan En could only quickly walk to the side of the cell and look down through the bars.

Because of this, Lan En was able to see the mountains of books piled up beside the fence.

Judging from just a few words, these recorded stories are difficult for ordinary people to understand. But there is no doubt that these mountains of frayed books are the origin of Lothric's angel belief.

[Angel's Daughter] Ge Cide, it is said that she lost her light and voice, but received the story taught by the angel. From then on, she began to record those stories.

And if the theory that Klimt and Leonard have not responded directly is correct - Gertrude is actually the biological daughter of Princess Lothrik.

That is, the biological daughter of Rosalia whose pseudonym is [Mother of Rebirth].

Being ‘taught a story by an angel’ is actually just telling the story her mother taught her, right?

While observing the situation under the large library through the gap in the fence, Lan En glanced in Ge Cide's direction.

It was a figure that looked very weak, yet very resilient and strong.

Although she curled up on the ground languidly, she still did not surrender to the sages. Instead, she continued to record the story of the angel's faith while being blind and voiceless.

"Gods! What did those magicians do to you?!"

Klimt suddenly roared in a low voice, filled with grief, anger and depression.

He tremblingly helped the saint of angel faith, and many white feathers were scattered around the saint.

Generally speaking, these feathers are a phenomenon that naturally appears when the [miracle] of angel belief is activated.

But those are all debris of light and shadow, and they will disappear automatically after the spell is completed.

But the pile of scattered feathers on site are all materialized feathers!

Even Lan En, who only has a little understanding of the "miracle" of angel belief, can see that this is the trace left after being extremely squeezed to the limit of his spellcasting ability!

And Ge Cide obviously suffered more than that.

Lan En also quickly walked from the fence of the cage to the center and squatted down to check on the saint.

But after lifting the tattered white hood, the witcher couldn't help but open his mouth.

"Jingle Bell"

He only made some small movements, but a fine sound of crystal collision came from under Ge Cide's robe.

Lan En put his hand on Ge Cide's body, just casually, but he already felt the feeling of pressing the crystal through a layer of cloth.

Lift the hood completely.

"Oh, yeah"

The mute and blind saint could only express her pain with meaningless babbling sounds.

Her face vaguely resembles Rosalia's.

With a kind of sunshine-like gentleness and demureness.

But now, more than half of this face is covered in ice blue crystals!

"Heresy. Destroy the heresy!"

Klimt obviously couldn't imagine what Ge Zide had suffered. His nails dug into the solid wood floor, making a scratching sound that made people feel sour.

His fingernails were about to turn over.

"Don't just be angry!"

But at this moment, Lan En grabbed Klimt's neck and shook him before he came to his senses.

"You know more than me. Look what is happening and how urgent it is! What's the use of just being cruel?"

The Archbishop, who was forced to wake up by Lan En, gritted his teeth and looked sadly at the Saint, whose eyes were still open but was muttering unconsciously.

He gasped for air, trying to control his emotions in this way, but the bulging apple muscles still showed how hard he was biting his teeth.

Klimt looked up and down Ge Cide's body.

"They. They used the crystal magic of the White Dragon Heresy to study the Saint! Now the crystals are constantly eroding inward!"

Does that mean the situation is urgent?

Lan En's brows furrowed, but despite his seriousness, he was still somewhat calm.

‘Continuously eroding inward’, which means it has not been completely killed.

Take time!

Klimt held the saint's body in his arms and raised his head, just in time to meet Lan En's eyes.

The two of them read this meaning from the opposite eyes at the same time.

So, without any delay, the demon hunter directly took the saint's body from Klimt's hands, held her in his arms and stood up.

Klimt quickly walked towards the door of the birdcage, which was suspended in mid-air.

The amulet in his hand glowed white, and then in a burst of white light feathers, a white light double-pronged gun emerged and flew towards the cell door.

"Snapped!"

That was the echo of the broken white light double-pronged gun, and the sound of the prison door being broken straight from the inside.

Suddenly, the scholars who were wandering and studying in the maze-like bookcases on the floor of the big library now looked at the dome of the building above their heads!

They all resemble the image described by Klimt.

Wearing gorgeous and complicated sage robes, they are also decorated with golden ribbons, but these robes are covered with solidified wax oil.

It has a dirty, sticky feel that doesn't match delicate clothing.

Their heads and faces were completely unrecognizable because a thick layer of wax completely covered their entire skulls.

This is the protective method adopted by the sages to deal with the dangerous knowledge in the great library.

And as if out of some kind of belief in lights, the sages not only held candlesticks in their hands, but also lit a small flame on the top of their wax-covered heads.

At this time, the sages all over the big library raised their heads at the same time.

The heads that looked like wax balls were pointing in one direction.

The head has no facial features, so it cannot express their viciousness, coldness and other emotions.

But precisely because they didn't even show their facial features made the scene even more eerie and eerie.

But at this moment, neither Klimt nor Lan En nor the group of winged knights behind them cared about the gazes of the sages.

The door of the birdcage where Ge Cide was imprisoned was not strong. It seemed that the sages believed that the saint who had been studied by them and others would no longer be able to resist.

So it was easy for Klimt to break from the inside.

It was no longer possible to return quietly the same way, because at this moment, the troops stationed on the bridge should have noticed something was wrong.

Although Lan En and the three golden-armored winged knights acted decisively, they were not sure how serious the situation was.

But there is no doubt that if you fly out from the original route now, you will be directly chased by the defenders on the bridge.

And in the process of rushing to the lower level, the vigilant sages will also pour out of the big library, blocking them in the middle and directly blocking them!

There is only one way now - kill through the big library directly from top to bottom!

As long as they break forward faster than the pursuers can catch up, then they are actually just facing this wave of enemies from the sages!

This was also the reason why Lan En did not stop Klimt and let him bombard the cell door in an almost venting manner.

I had no intention of hiding it in the first place!

"Front Arrow Formation! Open the way!"

Lan En, who was holding the Saint in his arms, gave the order without looking back, while the Winged Knights, who had been furious for a long time, flapped their wings at the same time and gripped their double axes and halberds!

The saint's body is not as big as her mother's, but it may be because the damage to the soul is reflected in the body, shrinking the body.

But in short, when Lan En picked her up like a princess, she looked sluggish and weak.

Jumping down from the cell door in mid-air, there is another layer of wide beams held up to strengthen the building's dome.

"Wow!"

Several short slaves that Lan En had seen many times were staying on these beams, seemingly acting as guards.

They were chirping meaningless words, waving their weapons wildly and rushing towards Klimt at the front.

The small axes and short scimitars in their hands seemed to be enchanted, and the striking end was always a hot dark red that had just been taken out of the furnace.

And Klimt was already furious.

He wiped the plaster-like charred rosin on the spear held in his right hand without expression.

Just like the effect of Yanan [Fire Paper], a layer of flame burns in the area where it has been wiped, but does not damage the weapon.

Taking advantage of the length of the spear, Klimt stabbed the rushing little slave through and nailed him to the ground!

The little slave's misshapen round belly that was disproportionate to the skinny limbs spurted out blood like a punctured water bag.

Lan En, who was holding Ge Cide in his arms, had a vague air mass trail under his skirt.

First there was a 'clang' sound, and with sparks flying, he used the external Valyrian steel plate on his boots to block the little slave's slash.

Then he kicked him, and the little slave, who was smaller than an ordinary person, flew away like a football.

Just beside Klimt, he bumped into a bunch of blue light giant arrows fired towards him!

"Wow!"

The screams of the little slave seemed noisy and painful.

The impact of the giant soul arrow knocked the small target out of an arc, and it fell from the dome beams forty to fifty meters high. It hit the ground of the large library and turned into a puddle splattering on all sides. of minced meat.

And now no one cares about him.

The sound of "swish swish" is endless.

This is the base camp of sages and magicians. There is no shortage of people who can cast spells!

Blue attacks of various forms flew towards the dome.

The number is so dense that it even makes people feel like there is a blue light rain coming from bottom to top!

[Soul Giant Arrow], [Powerful Soul Giant Arrow], [Soul Gun].

All kinds of profound or specialized spells are attacking the dome above!