Chapter 958 940. Desolation and Decline
Youershika was someone who had experienced Sullivan's intimidation. She subconsciously felt that her brother would be able to spot the traitor after listening to her statement.
But she was so inexperienced that she forgot that in the eyes of her brother, she might not be as reliable as Sullivan.
Now the half-dragon girl was at a loss as soon as she was rebutted.
Lan En continued to take a step forward and lined up with Youershika.
"What Princess You'ershika said is true, the God of Dark Moon."
Lan En said respectfully but very quickly.
“Sullivan deceived you. He has now divided and dealt with the power of Lenglie Valley, and then ushered in the awakened Xinwang, [Secret Saint] Eldridge, who wants to Eat you!”
“Nonsense! Devouring gods?”
The Witcher’s words seemed to make Gwendelin angry, and he struggled to hold himself up and shouted angrily.
But before he could finish his rant, Lan En followed up.
“When he woke up from the coffin in the Nether Church, he already wanted to devour the gods. At that time, there was an anonymous god living in seclusion in the church. She called herself [Mother of Rebirth] Rosalia . ”
The demon hunter refused to give an inch and stared into the eyes of Shadow Sun.
“But her true identity is the princess of Lothric. Before she was married and had children, she was the eldest daughter of the Sun King Gwen, your sister, the Sun Princess Gwen. Wen Aviya."
Every time Lan En revealed a name, Gwendelin's eyes contracted violently.
"Sister?"
He was unsure and murmured in disbelief. The anger had disappeared. Instead, he waved to Lan En to come closer to him.
Lan En walked closer to the bed, and Gwendelin's palm touched the face that was also scattered with silver hair and was extremely handsome.
That place is where Rosalia kissed Lan En’s face.
Rosalía poured her blessings upon the kiss.
It was also because of this that Gwendelin felt that Lan En had a familiar feeling of intimacy when they first met.
“This is indeed the power of sister!”
Gwendelin murmured, looking at Lan En’s face with an almost affectionate look.
Gwendelin's character is not tough, not even strong. He just blindly shouldered the responsibility as the heir to the God Clan and supported the Age of Fire created by his father.
He is the youngest son of the Sunshine King. When he was young, he was accustomed to relying on his father and sister.
But now, after tens of thousands of years, he is still in this decadent end of fire, both physically and mentally exhausted.
The witcher felt like he was about to cry.
But now is not the time to be sad for spring and autumn.
With a 'pop' sound, Lan En held Gwendolin's wrist.
"Eldridge is approaching, the Dark Moon God."
The demon hunter's voice brought the atmosphere back to a tense and urgent rhythm.
“It’s easy to prove Sullivan’s betrayal, because that disgusting tar was not blocked even for a second by the defense line you set up.”
“As long as you do it now If you go out and take a look, you will definitely feel that the profound power is approaching! It has even begun to erode the surrounding environment!"
Gwendelin was stunned for a moment and pulled his wrist away from Lan En's hand.
Following the snake legs under his skirt, he struggled to push his body up and looked out at the open door of the palace.
There was nothing left to doubt.
The power of the gods was born from fire. Although they are not immune to darkness, they are very sensitive.
Just looking out, Gwendelin already felt the same as Lan En, who had darkness lurking in his body.
Eldridge’s deep darkness is spreading!
“Asshole.”
Gwendelin's hand holding the railing turned white from the pinching, and his anger seemed to allow him to squeeze more strength out of his seriously ill body.
"Sullivan! The traitor against God! Despicable and filthy!"
Lan En was not surprised by the poor reserve of curse words of the God clan leader.
"My lord, it is more important to prepare for war now. There is no point in venting anger and cursing. Only swords can punish you."
Gwendelin clenched his fist and hammered the railing, but as a protoss, Now he can't even hammer the stone pillar, which is no more than the thickness of his arm.
Instead, he let his hair fall around his shoulders and face, blown by his soft breathing.
"Knights. Yes! Summon the knights!"
"Silver Knights!"
"Silver Knights!"
"Where are the guards!"
The voice of the Dark Moon God and Lord of Irushil echoed in the empty and huge palace.
But the only response he received was the sound of three boots hitting the ground. Those are the three Silver Knights nearby.
There are also only three Silver Knights in this area.
There was also the sound of heavy footsteps like "boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom".
It is the giant slave blacksmith who is silently forging iron in the corner of the side door.
He had slave chains wrapped around his body, an iron mask on his head, and came carrying a forging hammer.
That's all.
This is all the power that Shadow Sun Gwendelin can muster in his former home, the ancient god city of Anor Londo. "How could this be?"
Gwendelin lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders that were supporting the railing.
"How could this be?"
The once glorious and glorious Gods of Fire, but now the leader of the God Clan only has these powers in his hometown.
What remains is desolation and decline.
“If you need help, I can call in another group of people.”
Lan En took out the white marker wax stone from his bag and said.
"They are all good warriors and will be useful."
But Gwendelin, who lowered his head lowly, did not show any joy.
“Knights, your friends, can they gather together to defeat the Legion? Although Eldridge has already been burned once, his dark power is becoming increasingly strong due to the decline of the First Fire.”< br>
“Last time I asked him to pass the fire, Lothric sent out five centurions, and Sword of the Dark Moon also sent out three centurions. All of them are quite famous knights.”
The implication is that Gwendelin is not optimistic that a few knights who are not organized and have no reputation can stop the current Eldridge.
"Then please forgive me for being presumptuous." Lan En's brows were already furrowed as he looked at the Dark Moon God in front of him.
"Are you sure you can defeat Eldridge? If not, then what we should do now is to leave quickly."
Eldridge looks like this tar. , are already powerful enough.
And this is far from his strongest fighting state.
Back then, he ate up a giant in the Netherworld Church and occupied his body. He was then able to exert more destructive power than the giant's original power!
The iron railing gate that was originally unable to be deformed by the giant's fists was torn apart after he invaded the giant's body!
No matter what, the power and body of Gwendelin, the Dark Moon God, cannot be given to Eldridge.
What's more, although Lan Encai only said a few words to the Shadow Sun.
But although he is weak, he still sticks to his duties in a time of crisis. He should not be eaten like food by garbage like Eldridge!
Gwendelin raised one of his hands that was originally supporting the railing. He lowered his head and looked at that hand intently.
The shape of that hand looked familiar to Lan En, just like the hand of Oceroes or Ocelot.
It looks like a thin hand, not like a human hand.
This is also one of the symptoms of Gwendelin's 'serious illness'.
"My strength is not as good as before."
Gwendelin said softly and slowly. In fact, his current strength cannot help but be gentle and gentle.
"I am definitely no match for Eldridge's man-eating monster."
"But it is absolutely impossible for me to abandon the capital of the gods and escape, to live up to the expectations of my father and sister, and to lose my last hope!"< br>
He turned around with difficulty, returned to the bedside, raised his dark moon crown, and put it on his head.
The half mask on his crown covered the upper half of his beautiful face.
"Believing credulously in traitors like Sullivan is a mistake for me as a god-king. If I flee like a lost dog when the traitor approaches, I will be abandoning the last dignity of the divine race. I It won’t work.”
"What happened now is all because of my incompetence. Knights who came to my rescue, I have only one last request."
Gwendelin, who has put on the Dark Moon Crown, no longer shows his weak eyes. , but he still turned to face Lan En.
"Please take Youershika away. She is our youngest sister. If you serve my eldest sister, you should also take care of her."
"Don't talk to me anymore. Argue, Youershika."
Finally, Gwendelin stopped her sister.
He looked very heavy, but there was still a trace of relief.
"I am already, extremely tired, You'ershika. I'm really, really tired."
The half-dragon girl's lips opened, but in the end she couldn't say anything. .
Just silently, with a cold face as usual, he curtsied to his elder brother.
The farewell to death among the gods is just that simple.
However, Gwendelin allowed his sister to accept her own death, but there was another human present who objected to this.
"I'm not here to watch Eldridge succeed in hunting, the Dark Moon God!"
"Damn it!" Lan En couldn't help but clap with his hands at this time. forehead.
"One or two. Don't you take your own life and that of others as your life? Okay! Even if you don't care about your own life, I do! I still hope to kill that mess! In I never want him to eat enough before this!"
In Lan En's shout, he didn't even care about the honorific.
The ungodly shout of the demon hunter seemed to have stunned both Youershika and Gwendelin.
After a while, the Dark Moon God pursed his lips and spoke again.
"Your kindness. I already know it. That being the case."
Gwendelin looked at the open window on the side wall of the palace, somewhat lost in thought.
“Please go to Gulongding.”
"Gulongding? A top of the mountain?"
Lan En asked in confusion.
"Since you are an excellent warrior, why don't you know about the Ancient Dragon Peak? Anyone who wields a sword in this world should have this belief in his heart. He admires the power and immortality of the dragon, and then sets foot on the Ancient Dragon Peak. The way.”
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(End of this chapter)