Chapter 909 891. Shadow Sun
“Brother.”
An ethereal and weak voice sounded.
This voice slightly awakened Gwendelin's consciousness from his drowsiness.
Although it is not much, it is still precious in this difficult time.
This is Irushil, the new capital of the gods, Irushil in the Cold Valley.
Since the irrefutable god king of the previous generation of gods, the Sun King and the Black Fire King, Gwen, became the first Fire King to devote himself to the First Fire and continue the flame ten thousand years ago.
The previous generation of the protoss fell apart, and all the gods moved out of the old god capital of Anor Londe.
Only King Gwen's youngest son, [Shadow Sun] Gwendelin, became the new leader of the Gods.
But the influence of the God Clan leader is no longer what it used to be.
After all, the existence of the world depends on the First Fire. Whoever takes on the important task of spreading the fire will have the most unquestionable authority in the world.
After King Gwen, there is no doubt that Lothric took on the responsibility of spreading the fire.
As a result, King Osroais is still considered the main branch of the Gods by the priests of Karim.
But Gwendelin is at least the nominal leader of the God Clan.
So he still maintains a considerable degree of influence.
He is the object of belief of the Dark Moon Cult. He is a survivor of the Dark Moon Sword Knights formed in the era of gods, the Silver Knights who participated in the Ancient Dragon War, and the "King's Four Knights" who were canonized in the era of King Gwen. .
These are Gwendelin's loyalists.
Irushil is a beautiful and flashy city. In the Cold Valley, the residents built a complex of Gothic buildings.
Behind the building complex is part of the palace of Anor Londe, the old divine capital that Gwendelin moved to in its entirety out of nostalgia.
In an era when the gods were still prosperous, the architectural style of the old divine capital was just like the gods of the past, so majestic and towering that it sat high in the sky.
Because of the existence of the [Shadow Sun], this city is shrouded in the gentle moonlight and slowly falling sporadic snowflakes all year round.
Quiet and beautiful, but a little less lively.
Gwendelin also does not care that the prestige of the Gods falls behind the Lothric royal family.
He just wants to conscientiously maintain the Age of Fire created by his father. This is his only persistence.
“Brother?”
There was another soft and calm call, which seemed to be because Gwendelin did not respond for a long time, which made the owner of the voice a little confused.
"I'm here, cough, I'm listening, Youershika."
Gwendelin propped himself up with his slender fingers, and his long pale hair fell on his thin collarbone.
Ever since his Dark Moon Pope Sullivan offered him the golden stick gun, something seemed to be wrong with his body.
Even though it is a god that has survived from the mythical age, Gwendelin has never seen this kind of discomfort.
So much so that it is now very difficult to stay awake, and even as Lord, I have to ask my sister Youershika to do it for me in return for the Pope.
Send a hammer gun named [Yurshika].
Under this physical condition, Gwendelin could only temporarily transfer power to his sister.
Youershika is a girl who looks like a porcelain doll. She is much taller than ordinary people, but it is because of her unexperienced expression and character that people have this kind of sense.
She was sitting beside her brother's bed. A fluffy tail under her white gauze skirt was sticking out from under the hem of the skirt, swaying on the smooth marble floor.
When King Gwen was alive, in addition to his wife from the gods, he also had an illegitimate son born from the blood of the ancient dragon.
In this time when the protoss has weakened with the First Fire, Gwendelin does not care about the difference between legitimate and illegitimate children.
He just wants to protect the Age of Fire and his family.
“What’s the matter again, Youershika?”
Gwendelin struggled to put on the shadow sun crown that could cover up her feminine appearance and symbolize status and majesty, and asked her sister softly With.
"Sullivan submitted the report."
Youershika tilted her head and reached out to brush away the hair that fell on her brother's collarbone.
“He said that the situation in Lothric was not optimistic. There were traces of soul-sucking ghosts in the ruins of Farlan Fortress, so Osloais decided to raise the city and cut off traffic.”
"He wants to send knights to Lothric to help, and also bring Lothric a channel that can maintain limited communication with the outside world in this situation."
"You mean, he wants to Sending the little devil from the royal city to work as a porter in Lothrik City?”
Imps are a type of devil with wide wings and good flight and load-carrying capabilities. Therefore, it was domesticated by the gods in the mythical age.
Youershika nodded calmly, looking very calm, but Gwendelin knew clearly - this was just ignorance.
Gwendelin thought in his heart.
If the command of the little devil is given to Sullivan and he is given the power to send knights to Lothrik, is the power given to him too much?
As the Dark Moon Pope, Sullivan’s power is powerful enough in itself.
But now that he is unwell, many things that need to be dealt with have also been placed on Sullivan's shoulders.
And dealing with those things itself means taking charge of power.
But a headache and dizziness hit. Gwendelin's arm holding the edge of the bed went limp, and the crown on his head almost fell off.
Thanks to Youershika for holding him in time.
His body no longer has much thinking ability, nor can it support too heavy thinking. Sullivan is good, he's smart and loyal, so be it. As long as the fire-passing ceremony can go on normally, then the rest is not important.
With physical limitations, Gwendelin could only make this decision.
"Do as Sullivan said and send the little devil out. It just so happens that the Emma priest of Lothric also keeps a flag that can call the little devil. This saves you the trouble of contacting him."< br>
Youershika had no objection to her brother's decision and immediately turned around and left, heading out the door.
The relocated old city of Anor Londo was too deserted and had its own sad memories. Even Gwendolin was unwilling to stay there permanently.
Therefore, Gwendolin lives daily in the side hall of the Dark Moon Church in Irushil.
It is also convenient for him to explain the meaning of the scriptures to believers in the Dark Moon Church.
There are many paintings hanging in this hall, most of which are scenes handed down from the time of the gods.
To others, these are distant legends whose truth is unknown, but to Gwendelin, these are memories of the past.
Gwendelin took off the Shadow Sun Crown and lay down again with difficulty.
His face turned towards the other end of the hall, the largest painting.
On it, there is a beautiful woman with a plump figure, lying on her side on the bed with a gentle and loving smile.
Like the loving sun.
That is his eldest sister, the [Sunshine Princess] Gwen Aviya, who is loved by all creatures.
At this moment when he was suffering from illness, Gwendelin could not suppress the feeling of nostalgia.
"Sister Ruo."
The murmur of the leader of the God Clan echoed in the empty and cold hall, and finally disappeared.
Pope Sullivan, who had been waiting outside the hall for a long time, immediately reaffirmed his power after briefly negotiating with Youershika.
He began to let the little devil go to Lothric, and brought along a few "supports" he promised to the two princes.
‘Support’. Hehe.
The pope who retreated respectfully from the door of the [Shadow Sun] Palace, quietly raised the corners of his mouth behind the mask that looked like a mess of tangled branches.
He has always felt that the two princes of Lothric were a bit ridiculous.
They followed an unprecedented wise man to learn knowledge, but they only learned knowledge. I haven't learned a single bit of sophistication.
It is so innocent and cute to believe others just because of a few words.
And these 'supports' he sends will preserve and bring back that knowledge.
After all, in Sullivan's opinion, those two princes were obviously not worthy of possessing this knowledge.
He is the qualified person! No doubt about it! ——
In the city of Lothric, the impact of the city's uplift only temporarily halted organized chaos.
But because the city's uplift process was very slow, the life-and-death conflict soon began again.
“They had planned it! Those bastard sages!”
Lan En kicked the magician on the roof, and Lorenzo, who had been frustrated for a long time due to his poor mobility, directly tore the magician into pieces in mid-air with his sword. Two pieces.
Blood and sticky internal organs were splashed down accompanied by shrill screams.
He said bitterly while pulling up his cloak with iron gloves and wiping his face.
"Oh, you are so sharp to discover that they have premeditated it so quickly."
Lan En's obviously stinging tone made Lorenzo's apple muscles bulge, but what? I can't even refute it.
They were all ambushed on the street. Some people have to believe it even if they say they were not ‘prepared’.
Lan En does not always speak harshly, and he always remains polite when communicating with others.
But now his mood is not optimistic either.
Lothric is the Holy City in charge of the Fire Passing Ceremony, and now the forces in the Holy City have 'self-destructed'!
Can this fire be passed on?
If the fire goes out, will this world still have a stable environment for people to survive?
When I think about it, the end of the world is just around the corner!
“Don’t be stunned!”
Lan jumped down from the roof quickly and greeted Lorenzo.
“The targets of raids and ambush are definitely not us two little people!”
Among the big shots currently staying on the high wall, Lorenzo immediately thought of Emma's chief priest and the knight leader.
He was suddenly startled, and became tense again after being slightly relaxed after killing the ambush personnel.
"Go quickly."
He shouted subconsciously, but before he could finish shouting, he saw Lan En's back running towards that direction.
Then he swallowed back the remaining half of his sentence, holding the Lothrik knight's great sword in his hand, and followed Lan En with a "clang, clang, clang" pace.
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(End of this chapter)