Chapter 943 925. Saintess Crystal Erosion
Almost the first time they saw the woman, Klimt and the Winged Knights felt as if they had lost their souls.
Thankfully, 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 jumped into the birdcage again, 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.
But Lan En remained vigilant. The base of the birdcage-like cell was made of solid wood flooring 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 railings.
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, legend has it that she lost her light and voice, but received a story taught by an angel. From then on, she began to record those stories.
And if the statement that Klimt and Leonard have not responded directly is correct - Gertrude is actually the biological daughter of Princess Lothric.
That is, the biological daughter of Rosalia under the pseudonym [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.
That is a figure that looks very weak, but also 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 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 cast.
But the pile of scattered feathers at the scene 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.
"Dingling 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.
“Woo, yah”
The voiceless and blind saint can only express her pain with meaningless babbling sounds.
Her face can be vaguely resembling Rosalia.
With a kind of gentleness and demureness like sunshine.
But now, more than half of this face is covered with ice blue crystals!
"Heresy. Destroy the heresy!"
Klimt obviously couldn't imagine what Ge Cide 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!"
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 going on, how urgent it is! What's the use of just being cruel?"
The archbishop was bitten by Lan En who forced him to wake up. Gritting her teeth, she looked sadly at the saint who was muttering unconsciously even though her eyes were still open.
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 inwards’, 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.
Both of them read this meaning from the opposite eyes at the same time.
So, without any hesitation, the witcher directly took the saint's body from Klimt's hands, held her in his arms and stood up.
And Klimt quickly walked towards the door of the birdcage cell hanging 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. "Bang!"
That was the echo of the white light double-pronged gun shattering, and it was also 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 are all the same as Klimt described.
Wearing gorgeous and complicated sage robes, they are also decorated with golden ribbons, but these robes are covered with solidified wax oil.
There is a dirty, sticky feeling that does not match the exquisite clothing.
Their heads and faces are completely unrecognizable because a thick layer of wax completely covers the entire skull.
This is the protective method adopted by the sages to deal with the dangerous knowledge in the great library.
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 it is precisely because they did not even show their facial features that it made the scene even more weird and eerie.
But at this moment, neither Klimt nor Lann, nor the group of winged knights behind them, no longer care 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 Klimt was very relaxed when he broke through.
It is 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 due to the decisive actions of Lan En and the three knights in golden armor, 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 can break forward faster than the pursuers can catch up, then they are actually just facing this wave of enemies from the sages!
This is 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!
"Fighter 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 were already angry and impatient, flapped their wings at the same time and clenched their fists. Their double axes and halberds!
The saint is not as big as her mother, 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 dome of the building.
"Wow!"
A few 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 has already been 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 deformed 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 hit a bunch of giant blue arrows that were 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, swish" is endless.
This is the base camp of sages and magicians. There is no shortage of people who can cast spells!
Azure 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].
Various or profound or specialized spells are attacking the dome above!
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