Chapter 953 935. Moonworms are raging
Just like the Deep Church or Lothric that Lan went to when he first arrived in this world.
Something happened to this new god city, Irushil.
This has to 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.
The only difference from the first two places is that Lan En seems to have come by chance.
At this time, it is obviously the most critical and climax of the incident.
In the town, the buildings with closed doors were dead silent.
Even with the witcher's senses, there is no sign of human activity in 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 makes people feel uncomfortable.
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 inward 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 me was the pungent smell.
This is an ordinary house on the streets of Irushil. Lan En did not 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 dark and dim, with only the moonlight dimly cast 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 under the body, but now there is only the smelly, dried-up mark of the liquid.
"Feces and vomit mixed. Death 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 witcher 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.
On a piece of paper that seemed to be a record, the owner of the house desperately wrote: Moonworms are raging in Lenglie Valley.
"Gastroenteritis caused by intestinal parasites?"
The witcher speculated.
At this time when the fire was about to go out, 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.
I can confirm 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 constant 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.
The sound of steel colliding 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 Lan En witnessed in Lothric.
A silent but fierce fight was unfolding between the two parties.
One of them has become so skinny that he has no human shape, and even the muscles on his cheeks are so dry that the bones are 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.
Follow Gwen and fight the Ancient Dragon War, creating the Godly Knights and the Guardians of the Gods in the Age of Fire.
The power of these knights is obviously stronger than the other side, but due to various reasons, their actions seem to be restrained by Lan En.
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 situation, the Silver Knights are still on the defensive side.
They held on to the magnificent mansion under the enemy's attack.
“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 potbellied armor, the former executioner of King Gwen, the best friend of the leader of the king's four knights, could only stand indignantly at this time. Cursing.
The enemies outside the mansion want to attack. Logically speaking, a hero like him who has become famous during the period of King Gwen will not be unable to control a battle scene of this level.
But now, Smo only feels powerless.
"Get away!"
His tall body shouted 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 a quantifier that could be described as a 'puddle' thing.
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 formation on the opposite side with a much higher quality of individual soldiers!
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.
Smough 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 came from the current leader of the God Clan, [Shadow Sun], before his condition progressed to the point where he was unable to govern.
——The Silver Knight is the guardian of the Gods. The Knights are becoming increasingly withered, and they only need to protect the Gods. Now that the flame is fading, Pope Sullivan can act cheaply.
The Silver Knights seem to be facing the same problem as the Black Knights Lan En has seen.
They have lived so long that their spirits have been dulled.
They are still loyal, but they have almost lost their consciousness and can only simply obey 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 Lothrik fails to spread the fire, people still believe that the Dark Moon Pope can save the situation and rekindle the flame.
But everyone seems to have overlooked one question - what if the famous, loyal and wise Dark Moon Pope never wants to spread the fire?
Smoo 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'.
Up to this point, Smoke actually felt that something was wrong.
The ruins of the old divine capital of Anor Londe were originally moved here out of nostalgia and had no practical use.
Even Gwendelin himself lived in Irushil for the convenience of preaching and being a director. 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.
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, Smo 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 obtained many treasures and knowledge of the gods from the mouth of Princess Youershika.
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 very few knights among the Silver Knights who still retain their minds 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 beaten you 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 Irushil and Lothrik showed, this fire distorted the user's mind into Cruel and sickly.
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.
And this request, after a period of silence, was met with a low growl from Small's gritted teeth.
“Sinner. Presumptuous!!!”
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(End of this chapter)