Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 953 935. Moonworms are raging

Just like the Deep Church or Lothric that Lan En went to when he first arrived in this world.

Something happened to this new god city, Irushil.

This can't help but make Lan En feel emotional: The era of chaos when the fire is about to go out is an excellent showcase for all conspiracies and ambitions.

But unlike the previous two places, Lan En seemed to have arrived by chance.

At this time, it is obviously the most critical and climax of the incident.

In the town, the closed buildings were silent.

Even with the witcher's senses, there was no sign of human activity within the building.

Otherwise, the whole town is holding a conference, banquet, or celebration, and everyone is gathered in one place.

Otherwise, everyone in this town might have died.

The snowflakes drifted gently to the stone tile floor and piled up, silently.

This kind of quietness is heart-wrenching.

Lan En stood in front of a door and looked around. The flannel ball stood beside his legs, his little paws grasping the hilt of the sword behind him, looking around with the same vigilance.

"Bang~bang!"

The light of the sword, as clear as lake water, first swiped in along the crack of the door, and then with a short force of the palm, the lock inside was opened.

After opening the door, Lan En ducked into the house.

The first thing that hit him was a pungent smell.

This is an ordinary house on the streets of Irushil. Lan En didn't choose anything deliberately.

After entering, the exquisite utensils, furniture, and even the exquisite reliefs on the walls and escalator handles all show the wealth and artistic taste of the residents of this sacred city.

But the whole house was dim, with only the moonlight dimly coming in through the frosted windows.

Several shriveled corpses lay among the furniture that should have been exquisite and clean, but was now in a mess.

There should have been dirty liquid underneath the body, but now there was only the smelly, dried-up mark of the liquid.

"Feces and vomit mixed. Died of illness?"

Lan En's experience allowed him to have a general understanding of the scene in front of him in a short period of time.

His career as a demon hunter made him look at these dirty corpses without any taboo or disgust.

In the vomit and feces of these deceased people, there are some small blue bugs.

And on a piece of paper that seemed to be a record, the owner of the house desperately wrote a line: Moonworms are raging in Lenglie Valley.

“Gastroenteritis caused by intestinal parasites?”

The witcher speculated.

At this time when the fire was about to extinguish, Lenglie Valley suffered from an infectious intestinal parasite. Lan En did not think this was a coincidence.

Lan En walked out of the room with a serious face and nodded to Flannel Ball and Qilin who were guarding the door.

It is certain that there are really no living people in this city.

After that, they no longer tried to hide and move forward, because there was really no one in the houses on both sides of the road.

After giving up stealth, the speed of travel suddenly increased.

With Lan En running at a steady speed, it didn't take long to reach the area where they saw a pillar of fire shooting from the ground to the sky.

The sound of fighting became louder and louder.

There was the sound of steel clashing with steel, the roar of combat skills being activated, and the sound of magic and fireballs cutting through the air.

Just like the coups and rebellions that Lan En had witnessed in Lothric.

A silent but fierce fight was unfolding between the two parties.

One of them was so skinny that he had no human shape, and even the muscles on his cheeks were so dry that the bones were exposed. But he wore exquisite and thin silver armor, and his appearance showed an elegance that was inconsistent with his physical body.

The other side looked familiar to Lan En, as if the black knight's armor had been completely cleaned and turned into silver white.

The two parties started fighting each other around a magnificent mansion next to the church in the center of the town.

Those knights in silver-white armor who look very similar to the black knights should be the legendary silver knights.

Following Gwen, he fought the Ancient Dragon War and created the Knights of the Gods and the Guardians of the Gods in the Age of Fire.

The strength of these knights was obviously stronger than that of the other side, but due to various reasons, their actions seemed to Lan En to be completely restrained.

After tens of thousands of years of precipitation, almost every Silver Knight's soul power is terrifyingly strong.

They protect the Protoss, and they themselves have witnessed countless [miracles] stories actually happening.

These knights can wrap their weapons with golden thunder when they want without praying at all.

That thunder is a dragon hunting skill that has been famous in the dragon hunting era.

The Silver Knights have killed dragons and even immortal ancient dragons.

Almost every one of these knights is comparable to Lothrik's elite knight captain.

The skeleton-like undead knights opposite them couldn't stand a few blows in front of their thunder. The power of their souls would be completely destroyed, and then they would be killed.

But even in this case, the Silver Knights are still on the defensive side.

They held on to the splendid mansion under the attack of the enemy.

"Bang!"

With just one lift of Smo's huge golden hammer, the huge hammer head could block most of his body. A fireball hit the hammer head, leaving not even a black mark.

"Traitor! Bastard!"

Under that pot-bellied armor, the former executioner of King Gwen and the best friend of the leader of the king's four knights could only curse angrily at this time.

The enemies outside the mansion wanted to attack. Logically speaking, a hero like him who had become famous during the reign of King Gwen would not be able to control a battle scene of this level.

But now, Smo only feels powerless.

"Get away!"

His tall body roared loudly, and the huge hammer head looked like a water tank that could drown people!

When it hit the head, half of the square in front of the mansion was shaking!

The undead knights waving scimitars in front of him, with magic blades extending from the scimitars, could not survive even a moment and became something that could be described as a 'puddle' in terms of quantifiers.

There is a huge gap in the enemy's formation. If you concentrate your strength at this time and lead the powerful silver knights to rush over, you can easily kill through the entire opponent's formation with a much higher individual soldier quality!

But Small could only watch helplessly as these 'weak' undead knights on the opposite side reorganized their formation once again.

As for the silver knights around him, only two or three bit him in the process, leaving five or six enemies behind.

After the others finished dealing with the enemies at hand, they stood back up as if they had lost their target.

Small was unable to command most of his Silver Knights.

Because these Silver Knights have long received orders with a higher 'priority' than themselves.

This order comes from the current leader of the God Clan, [Shadow Sun], before his condition progresses to the point where he is unable to govern.

——The Silver Knights are the guardians of the Gods. The Knights are becoming more and more withered, and they only need to protect the Gods. Now that the flame is fading, Pope Sullivan can act cheaply.

The Silver Knights seemed to be facing the same problem as the Black Knights Lan En had seen.

They have lived so long that their spirits have been dulled.

They are still loyal, but they have almost no consciousness of themselves and can only simply follow orders.

There should be no problem with this order. After all, Pope Sullivan has been the Pope of the Dark Moon for hundreds of years.

His loyalty and wisdom are obvious to all. Even if Lothric fails to spread the fire, people still believe that the Dark Moon Pope can save the situation and rekindle the flame.

But it seems that everyone has overlooked one question - what if the famous, loyal and wise Pope of the Dark Moon has no intention of spreading fire at all?

Smoke had never thought about this problem before. He was the executioner of the royal family and the loyal dog of the Gods. You don't need to think about such complicated things.

But when things got to this point, it was no longer up to anyone.

Ever since [Shadow Sun] Gwendelin suddenly suffered from a strange illness, which quickly progressed to the point where he was unable to act, the situation in Lenglie Valley has taken a turn for the worse.

Pope Sullivan took Gwendelin to the ruins of the old divine capital after Irushil, an abandoned church, on the grounds that it was 'suitable for recuperation'.

By this point, Small actually felt something was wrong.

The ruins of the old god capital Anor Londo were originally moved here out of nostalgia and had no practical use.

Even Gwendelin himself lived in Irushil for the convenience of preaching and governing. I just go back to the ruins occasionally to take a look.

How could an abandoned church that had been abandoned for tens of thousands of years be suitable for healing?

Or is it a strange disease that even the gods have never heard of?

But then, the outbreak of moon bugs in the Cold Valley attracted everyone's attention.

But when the moon bug was beyond cure, Pope Sullivan showed his cards.

He claimed that he had controlled the Shadow Sun, and asked Irushil at this moment, Princess Youershika, who has the most noble identity, bloodline, and legal principles, to compromise for the sake of her brother's safety.

Thanks to Princess Youershika, she temporarily took over the position of leader of the Dark Moon Knights before Shadow Sun could no longer govern, and had the command authority over the Dark Moon Swords.

Otherwise, Small couldn't imagine what the situation would be like at that time.

But even so, Pope Sullivan will make some demands today and some demands tomorrow.

He has threatened the safety of the Shadow Sun and coerced Princess Youershika to obtain many treasures and knowledge of the Gods.

Even the personal maid of the gods!

But at this point, he was still not satisfied.

A siege like this happens again every time a request is made.

If it weren't for the few knights among the Silver Knights who still retained their thinking after a long time, there would also be the support of the Dark Moon Sword souls who were urgently summoned by Princess Youershika.

With just a group of silver knights who could only rigidly follow orders, Small didn't feel like he could hold on.

"I've been beaten too."

Smoke hammered his hammer and spoke coldly to the witch behind a large group of undead knights.

"What else do you want!"

These tall witches wearing silver skirts and helmets are also the backbone of Sullivan's command.

Sullivan granted them the power to control the fire of slight sins, and as the joint research of Irithyr and Lothrik showed, this fire distorted the user's mind into a cruel and sick form.

Under the full-face helmet, the distorted and deep voice of the Pope Witch sounded.

She made yet another request on behalf of her master.

This request, after a period of silence, was met with a low growl from Small's gritted teeth.

"Sinner. Presumptuous!!!"