Astartes of the Bear School Chapter 908

Chapter 908 890. Rebellion

It is also among the tallest palaces in the towering and huge city of Lothric.

 This is the palace belonging to Prince Lothric.

It seems that King Osroais felt guilty about this son who was born sick and was destined to become King Xin because of his pure divine blood.

He even set up his courtyard in a low-lying part of the city, and gave the highest palace to his younger son.

This is also connected to the top of Lothric's Great Library.

As we all know, the great prince Lorian of Lothric is good at fighting. He once led the knights of Lothric and the few remaining black knights in the world to defeat the dirty demons who coveted the First Fire.

 Behead the demon prince, the last hope of this race, with the sword.

From then on, even the sword endured the final curse of the Demon Prince, and was always entangled in flames and smoke, turning into a sword-shaped piece of molten iron.

 The second prince, Lothric, was frail and sickly. He was carefully taken care of by the chief priest when he was a child. Later, he also studied with the original sage of Lothric.

People just enshrined the second prince high as a candidate for the salary king who would inherit the flame sooner or later.

Shenwei pressed the brim of his hat and reported calmly.

That knowledge must be beyond the imagination of King Osroais, even beyond the imagination of the ancient gods!

 The Overlord was born.

 However, only the princes who accepted the teachings of the original sages knew that the knowledge their teachers possessed was beyond words.

 【King's Black Hand】, another pillar with the same status as the three pillars of Lothric's royal power. It is directly under the command of the royal family, and only three assassination troops have been selected in the past.

The original sage of Lothric also came to Lothric from Dolangureg during that incident and began to serve.

It's not that they are dissatisfied with their own death. In this cruel world, even the descendants of the gods don't care much about their own lives.

 After receiving the answer, Prince Lothric also raised his deformed hand.

His waist was very strange, with a tachi and a rib stuck in it.

 “Start from this moment, eliminate the rebellion!”

Dolanguleg was briefly in charge of the fire-passing ceremony thousands of years ago.

On the high bed, the prince wearing a hood with prayer power asked softly.

 “The sages of the Great Library will provide loyal help.”

  However, it is the original sage of Lothric who is responsible for teaching the prince.

 Because in the heart of the original sage, he had always had doubts about the feasibility of the [Fire Passing Ceremony].

Prince Lothric's hand stretched out from under his clothes. The shape of the hand did not look like that of a human or a god. The fingers were sharp and the skin and muscles were close to the bones.

"Everything is going according to plan. Maruk gathered the knight leader and the chief priest, but there seemed to be two more people present, which is insignificant."

  Later generations respectfully called him Fahan, the God of War, and he enjoyed the status of god.

  King Wonir of Casas, after conquering a country, would destroy the local crown that was entrusted by the gods, and in the end only his own crown would be left.

 In fact, even the second prince's bed was placed high up in this palace.

Even the large number of people brought the dragon culture of Dolan Guleg with them, forming a culture of worshiping the power of dragons.

 It seems very out of place in this city full of Gothic buildings.

Thousands of years ago, the army of the desert country Kasas swept across all countries except for the pinnacle power of Lothric.

On his hand, he wears a ring of the same style as that of the Knight Commander and Emma's Priest. It's just that the silhouette on the surface of the ring is the image of a black wide-brimmed hat.

 Finally, he gathered a large enough soul and became the salary king of that generation, continuing the burning of the initial fire.

Prince Lothric's deformed hand caressed the exquisitely carved guardrail in front of the bed, just like the guardrail that imprisoned him.

It doesn't look like a place to rest or sleep, but rather like an altar offering tribute to the primordial fire.

 The students who had gained some knowledge from their teachers naturally began to feel dissatisfied with their fate.

 “That's the case.”

He had already made up his mind, so the rest of his words were spoken simply and calmly.

If it were completely in accordance with the wishes of the king who has been in charge of the fire ceremony for tens of thousands of years, Prince Lothric should indeed have accepted his fate.

 Strange and pale.

The king's black hands of the previous generation are not completely dead, but in order to achieve their goals, the princes have actually secretly cultivated their own [black hands].

“The knight who disrespects the royal family has betrayed his oath, and the priest who disrespects the gods has betrayed his faith. Eliminate them, expel them, and control the city.”

This thought undoubtedly influenced the princes.

　　also pushed things to this point.

 A man wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a black trench coat, and armor knelt down on one knee.

“Shenwei, have the knight captain and the chief priest met with Maluk at the high wall as planned?”

But because of this, the originally powerful Dolanguleg was defeated by Casas, and the refugees and talents were gathered by Lothric.

 But it was that brief period of control that allowed an undead man to kill all the people or things with powerful souls in that area.

 What makes the two princes dissatisfied is that their lives will be **** in a fruitless thing.

“At the same time, raise the entire city and disconnect it from the outside world. While Lothric is dealing with the internal strife, please don't worry about the interference from outside forces and the pollution of the abyss.”

“Although soul-sucking souls contaminated by the abyss have appeared in the ruins of Farlan Fortress. But we are not alone. The Dark Moon Pope has made it clear that he will support the Lothric royal family's suppressive activities.”

 “Everyone!”

The door to Prince Lothric's palace creaked open.

Behind the heavy door that was nearly twenty meters high, there were neatly arranged Lothric knights, both in red and blue smocks, and Lothric soldiers.

 “In the name of my father and Prince Lorian!”

There was a "whoop", because the movements were so neat that even the collision of armor almost turned into a noise.

 All knights and soldiers knelt down at the same time in this noble and sacred name.

 “Do you have any magic to silence silence here?”

Above the high walls of Lothric, Lann whispered softly, while looking at Lorenzo's eyes under one half-eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” “It means you seemed to have said before that the sages received the ownership of a large library from King Othroais, right?”

  “You mean”

 Lorenzo's eyes suddenly widened.

There is indeed magic in this world that can make the caster silent, so this time Lan En is different from the past. He relied on his extraordinary sense of smell instead of hearing and vision to discover the disharmonious factors in his surroundings.

Lan En and Lorenzo looked at each other, and at the same time, his left hand was already on the handle of the long knife at his waist, indicating his intention.

 —Someone is hiding here!

The two of them are currently on a walkway on a high wall. On both sides of the walkway are city walls and residential buildings.

 The roof height of a residential building is about five meters above the ground.

 Because there is not much air circulation, the less convenient sense of smell comes in handy.

 Lan En had just finished communicating with Lorenzo, and it seemed as if his words were confirmed.

 A beam of bright blue light suddenly appeared from the roof of a nearby residence!

With a "swish" sound, the blue light was stretched into a huge arrow and launched towards Lan En and Lorenzo below!

 This kind of blue light was something Lan En had seen Leonard use in the Cathedral of the Underworld.

　　It seems to be a characteristic of magic in this world, which can directly harm the soul through armor and body.

 It is a spell characteristic based on the ease of contact and research by souls in this world.

In the magical Middle Ages, even communicating with souls was a highly technical task that ordinary warlocks could not even think about.

 Here, spells that directly damage the soul are the basis of the basics.

  It can also be regarded as a manifestation of the different characteristics between worlds.

Lan En retreated suddenly. The combined use of [Light Body Technique] and [Acceleration Technique] allowed him to escape from the blue light's aim like blue smoke.

And Lorenzo rolled directly to his side. He was obviously wearing very awkward full-body plate armor, but his rolling movements were very skillful.

 Even the big sword on his back did not cause any hindrance.

This skilled evasive action prevented the magic attack from hurting him.

 “Asshole! It's the Sages! They struck first!”

 Lorenzo roared.

Lan En looked up and saw two people holding staffs standing on the roof of the house.

 Both of their feet were shrouded in a ball of light that emitted a slight blue light, and there was no sound as they walked.

“Do your mages still do the job of assassins?”

Lan shouted at Lorenzo in confusion.

 “Otherwise, why do you think the Behem Dragon Academy is famous?” Lorenzo took off his sword from his back and responded impatiently.

 “Stop asking so many questions, kill them first!”

The knight commander wanted to approach the five-meter-high residential house.

 It would be foolish to keep distance from enemies like magicians.

 When a warrior fights against magic, it is best to get close to the caster and then kill him quickly.

 The surrounding residents were fleeing in a hurry due to the sudden conflict.

The magician standing on the roof is still casting magic, and occasionally the blue light arrows will burst out among the crowd.

 The ordinary residents who were affected did not say a word, and their bodies did not appear to be damaged, but they were as motionless as rag dolls.

 It seems that these magician assassins have no scruples at all.

Is this a coup to attack the Knight Commander of the Knights of Lothric in the street? ?

 There is no time to think so much.

While the enemy was on the roof and fired another blue light arrow at him, Lan En stretched out his left hand towards it.

The projectors on the arm armor made a mechanical clicking sound.

With a "swish" sound, the claws shot out and bit a magician's shoulder.

 The huge mechanical bite force caused the claws to dig directly into the flesh and bones of the man's shoulders!

"ah!"

Amidst the screams, the staff in his hand fell uncontrollably on the wooden roof and rolled down the slope.

 The rope tanned from the mane of the great ferocious jackal shrank.

To Lann, the man's weight was no different than a piece of rotten wood.

After the magician was forcefully grabbed into his hand, Lan turned his hand and threw it towards Lorenzo.

His jumping ability seems to be so bad that even if he rushes to the side of a house, he can't hit the magician on the roof.

 Now they all want to use that big sword to tear down the house.

The magician that Lan En threw over happened to block a blue light arrow that hit his head.

 Two magicians have solved one.

The other one didn't seem threatening to Lan.

 But just when the witcher was about to launch his hook again

 “Boom!!”

 The ground is rising! The mountains are moving!

 The ground beneath his feet began to move horribly. Fortunately, Lan En's posture was always very stable.

But Lorenzo, and everyone else on the road, were thrown into pieces by the sudden change.

 The lifting of the ground caused by magic or miracles is not an earthquake, so the ground is actually relatively stable during its upward movement.

Lan En was lying on the edge of the high wall and looking down, he saw that outside the gate into the city, the bridge into the city had been torn apart.

This huge city is raising its own position and isolating itself from the outside world due to the difference in terrain.

 (End of this chapter)

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