Chapter 939 921. Supply House
Along the way, I witnessed the tragic situation of the sages taking advantage of the chaos to liquidate the Holy Office in the city, which made Klimt purse his lips tightly under his gray beard.
But in the end, he put the mission of rescuing the saint first instead of losing his mind in anger.
This makes Lan En feel more reliable.
This small house is unremarkable, and there are not many traces of battle.
Lan En touched the wooden door frame and nodded to the team behind him, indicating that no one had discovered this place before and it was safe.
A knight with wings in golden armor walked in the door first, with two beheading hatchets pulled out from his waist and held in his hands.
Under his control, the plump but highly skilled armor did not make much collision sound, but there was a slight friction sound of joints between the parts.
Not long after the knight with wings in golden armor entered the door, a muffled groan suddenly came from the second floor of the room.
“Huh?”
It was a confused voice, but the sound was muffled by the helmet.
The knight with wings in golden armor immediately grasped his double axe, looked over his head and became alert.
What caught his eye was a silver-armored knight with two axes and wings.
The winged knight in silver armor fluttered a pair of small wings on his back and jumped down.
The group of people, who were originally tense, relaxed again after seeing clearly the identity and movements of the other party.
After all, with this appearance and taking the initiative to get into his own formation, he is not an enemy no matter how he looks at it.
Sure enough.
“Are you the ones who followed Rosalia out of Lothric, my brothers?”
The silver-armored winged knight who jumped down from above seemed to be very weak. As he spoke, he had to hold one hand against the wall to barely maintain his posture.
A group of people filed into the house, and a bunch of winged knights entered, making these chubby guys in armor almost fill the space.
"You guys, fly up first."
Thanks to Klimt's order, people were stationed on the upper and lower floors, so it wasn't too crowded.
The Winged Knight's combat ability is nothing to say, but the appearance of this armor is a bit too fat.
After making way, only the knight with wings in golden armor who had just entered the door was left to support the wounded, while Klimt took out his amulet from his arms and began to perform restorative miracles.
The magic and miracles in this world all require a catalyst in your hand to activate. Magic requires a staff, and miracles require a holy bell or amulet.
As for spells, Lan En didn't know much about them because he hadn't had much contact with them yet, but he expected the same thing.
A golden circle-shaped magic circle flashed from the wounded man's body, and the condition of the silver-armored and winged knight suddenly improved a lot.
"It's you! And Archbishop Klimt!"
A voice that sounded like crying and laughing came from under his helmet.
"Everyone is dead, Archbishop! The magicians and knights raided us and took away the saint! We were too weak and failed to protect Rosalia."
"Be careful!"
Klimt's already serious face had been in a gloomy state at this time. At this time, he scolded in a low voice, which made Silver Armor Wings, who had just recovered from his injury, The knight immediately shut his mouth.
Then, Klimt looked at the helmet of the Winged Knight, the helmet with the exaggerated smiley face visor lowered deeply.
Even through this steel mask, everyone can feel the guilt and self-blame of this winged knight.
Klimt sighed and turned away. Lan En took a step forward from him and patted the silver armored winged knight's arm.
The armor clicked under Lan En's hands.
"We are here to pick up the saint."
Lan En's first words made the winged knight suddenly raise his head.
"Can you provide us with some information, such as what kind of combat power was used to kidnap the saint at that time, where will the saint be imprisoned, etc.?"
Silver Armor Wings The knight knew everything, but in the end he only came to the same conclusion as Klimt's induction - the saint was taken directly to the big library.
In the base camp of the sages.
"Understood." However, Lan En, who had not gained much in terms of intelligence, did not appear to be depressed. He just patted the other party's arm comfortingly.
A commander's depression is a taboo on the battlefield, and Lan En has automatically entered the leader's state.
After all, Klimt's performance was not considered a good commander in his eyes.
In order to complete the mission, Lan En began to subtly increase the priority of his orders in the team.
Klimt should also be able to feel it, but perhaps out of self-knowledge, he acquiesced to Lan En's actions.
The switching and transfer of command authority, under Lan En's operation, were as natural and unobtrusive as flowing water.
"Now, go down to the high wall from the inner city to rest, knight." Lan En said to the winged knight who had recovered a little bit of his strength.
“Don’t worry about the knights on the high wall below, the knights are split. The group in the high wall church now are the ones who can’t deal with the sages, that is, they are friends.”
With that said, Lan En showed him the ring of the Knight Commander on his hand.
As one of the three pillars of royal power, the image of this ring is well-known in Lothric.
At the same time, it is also a powerful proof.
The Silver Armored Winged Knight seemed to want to try to participate in the mission, but under Lan En's insistent gaze, he could only nod his head in a depressed mood, recognizing the fact that he was now a burden.
He saluted to the other people in the room, prayed that they could successfully rescue the saint, and then walked out of the small hiding room alone.
This place is not far from the control area of the Fire Sect, and there is no danger along the way.
The demon hunter also walked up to Klimt and pushed him with a small movement. Let him also come out of his low mood.
"Uh-oh!" Fortunately, Klimt was not stupid enough to understand what Lan meant. He came to his senses and showed everyone the way.
“Follow me, the priests of Lothric have set up phantom walls in this supply house.”
Klimt began to lead the way, on the second floor of the hut, He kicked a wall that was nothing special, and then the wall disappeared, and a passage appeared in its original position.
After entering it, this place showed its spacious interior and decorations consistent with the lofty status of the priests.
Spellcasters are not poor, and the priesthood is not poor.
It’s just that the splendor of this place is in the past.
Now there is blood on it too. Like Klimt, he knew the priesthood of this place and fled here during the magician's liquidation, but he apparently died of serious injuries.
I can only kneel down and pray to die in front of an oil painting depicting 'The Winged Knight Descending from Heaven'.
"Once upon a time, this oil painting by the master would be hung in the most prestigious hall of Lothric for people to appreciate, but now."
Klimt caressed this painting with a nostalgic look. Oil paintings by Zhang Buxiao.
"Now, even showing it will probably lead to the liquidation of the magicians. So I can only eat ashes here."
Klimt's memory only lasted for a while. , he is still a pragmatic person after all.
After a while of rummaging through boxes and cabinets that looked very familiar to him, Klimt found a lot of things he thought were useful.
"This is coke rosin."
He distributed the parchment packets to everyone, saying as he did so.
Inside these paper packets is a dark paste. Lan felt a bit like a plaster.
“Smeared on the weapons, these charred rosin will make the weapons covered with flames. In order to protect themselves in the dangerous magical knowledge, the magicians in the big library cover their bodies and eyes with wax. Flames. It will make those wax people 'enjoy' it."
Every Winged Knight has obtained coke rosin, and it seems that they will also use this kind of thing.
Lan En also accepted one without surprise. This thing sounded similar to Yanan's [Fire Paper].
Compared with the charred rosin, it was Klimt's description of the sage's "wax covering" in the Great Library that caught Lan En's attention more.
'In order to protect myself from dangerous knowledge, I covered myself with wax'.
But then I thought about it, with the strength and wisdom of Osloes, he was still in the big library. He unearthed the knowledge of Bailong and finally turned himself into what he looked like.
And the ordinary sages who are far away from Osroais, in that library filled with ancient and great knowledge, want to learn and be safe at the same time, so they make some abnormal things His behavior seemed normal.
Then, Klimt weighed another piece of silk cloth, on which lay several rings inlaid with square blue gems.
“Magic ashlar ring, although the ashlar ring series is a symbol of knights, after the big library was sealed to the sages, our relationship with the knights has always been very good.”
Klimt picked up a ring from the silk cloth in his palm and handed it to the winged knight in front of him.
“Wearing it can reduce the harm of magic to you. This was originally a ring given by King Osroais to his bodyguard. I really don’t know why he, who is so resistant to magic, ended up putting it The great library is given to the sages.”
But when Klimt handed the ring to Lan En, the demon hunter waved it away.
"I already have it." As he said that, the witcher took out an identical ring from his arms. "It is indeed a ring assigned to the king's bodyguard. Last time I killed two church knights at the door of Osloes' palace, they had this in their hands."
It must be reiterated, Osroais is a protoss that can compete for the position of the main god in the Bai religion. Klimt is the Archbishop of the White Sect.
So Lan En’s words directly silenced Klimt.
This man killed the protoss who were at the level of the main god in his own belief, and took out the ring of his personal guard. But the problem is that it seems to have indeed promoted the great cause of spreading fire. As a clergyman, he can't complain at all.
"Then you can keep it and use it. The abilities of these rings do not stack."
After pursed his lips for a long time, Klimt could only choke out this sentence.
Lan En shrugged and walked behind him.
There was also a curled up dead priest there, and from his arms, Lann pulled out an exquisite small buckler.
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(End of this chapter)