Chapter 962 944. The Unknown King
Onstein did not say a word for a long while.
After all, the whole process that Lan En told made this great knight of the Gods, who had seen big winds and waves, even created the era of excessive fire, and witnessed the first weakening of the first fire, feel confused.
All the fire spreading forces, all the fire spreading steps prepared, unexpectedly went wrong at every link.
To this day.
Although he had witnessed the weakening process and irreversibility of the First Fire in his long life.
But this is the first time that the situation has been so bad.
“Has the sun completely disappeared for a long time under Gulongding?”
Wengstein couldn’t help but look towards the always bright sunshine in the sky.
"The weather here has always been normal, and the undead people have not lost control and turned into ghosts. I don't know where Smo is? With him here, how can Sullivan do it."
He felt nothing at all.
"If Smo holds the military power in Lenglie Valley, then Sullivan certainly cannot."
Lan En narrated calmly.
"But it is a pity that Sullivan is a smart man and has already dismantled the military strength of Lenglie Valley before taking action. There is no possibility of those Silver Knights regrouping. You also know that for Right?”
Looking at Onstein looking a little lost, Lan En’s eyes narrowed slightly.
In Gulongding, under normal weather and under normal circumstances, wouldn't immortal people even be able to feel the decline of the First Fire?
And if this phenomenon is universal, then humans, or life, in this world.
Do they really need the First Fire itself, or do they need a stable environment maintained by the First Fire?
Shake your head a little and throw away these things that are too far-fetched.
Although it is Lan En’s habitual thinking as a scientific researcher to conduct in-depth research when encountering something.
But again, now is not the time.
Eldridge is still wreaking havoc in Irushil!
"Then you come here."
Onstein also organized his thoughts. The majestic and proud lion helmet looked at Lan En, who was obviously the leader.
“Are you here to find him?”
As he spoke, Onstein tilted his head in the direction of the clock's rocker.
Means the nameless king.
“Shadow Sun may be eaten by Eldridge at any moment. You left from his hands. You should know that his power is not as strong as before, not to mention that he has been tampered with. I'm seriously ill."
Lan En spoke very quickly, highlighting an unusual urgency.
But Onstein shook his head as if he felt something was in trouble.
"He has lived alone in this Ancient Dragon Peak for tens of thousands of years, and has been expelled from the God Clan for tens of thousands of years. He practices hard every day, torturing his mind and body, hoping to understand the way of the Ancient Dragon. He has long been as stone-hearted."
"The reason why I left Irushil was because I wanted to find him. But you also saw the result."
Onstein stretched out his hand and pointed to the other end of the square under the clock tower, the steel The dragon hunting gun stuck on the gate.
“We started fighting, and he knocked away my gun. He would not leave the storm dragon, his comrade-in-arms. Nor would he leave the top of the ancient dragon. The identity of the gods may have no clue to him. It’s meaningless.”
Lan En took a step forward: “But I have to try it no matter what! Otherwise, will Eldridge really eat up the entire Irushil?”
To be honest, Lan En is quite confident about the negotiation issue.
Communicative skills are the strength of the Emperor's Children, and even their internal affairs, strategy and other qualities are already considered excellent in the eyes of others.
But within the Emperor's Children, communication is ranked alongside swordsmanship and biochemical technology, and it is enough to be called a 'talent'.
Unless there is an irreconcilable conflict of fundamental interests, or the objects of negotiation cannot be communicated at all, Lan En's negotiations have not failed so far.
This can also be regarded as a manifestation of the talent he inherited from the gene seed.
Lan En hugged Youershika from behind. The half-dragon girl's slender arms and shoulders were like a fragile and fragile porcelain doll.
"Even for Youershika's sake, the Unknown King will not even give him a chance to talk, right?!"
In line with Lan En's adjusted expression and With his tone, Youershika's weak and ignorant temperament was stimulated to the greatest extent.
Let’s not say what attitude the unknown king will have towards this. At least Onstein has tilted his head and said nothing.
After a long time, a muffled voice of helplessness and determination came out from under the golden lion's helmet.
".I'll take you in."
He walked towards the big clock rocker with heavy steps.
"Even if he doesn't go, then I will pull out my gun and go down to the top of Gulong!"
The rocker was pulled, and the heavy and grand bell rang again The top of Chegulong.
A huge dark cloud storm formed in the blink of an eye, and the originally vast square was covered by a layer of black clouds.
The black cloud was so dense that a person could stand on it!
The three people jumped down from his building one after another, stood on the black clouds, and walked towards the original square.
The sound of fluttering wings came from the sky.
That was a dragon that was different from ordinary flying dragons and had grown bird feathers.
After soaring in the sky for a week, it stopped in the distance. The surrounding storms and dark clouds seemed to be under the control of this flying dragon.
Compared to the mere increase in body size, this characteristic of large-scale power control is even more terrifying and advanced.
It’s like an ancient dragon from the New World!
But even so, the presence of this unique flying dragon is far less than that of a person standing on its neck.
Under the tattered blouse, you can vaguely see the once glorious armor, and a head of white hair floats upward with the storm surrounded by the crown.
Holding a huge golden spear and sword, golden thunder spread over his body and weapon almost as naturally as breathing.
The texture of the exposed skin is almost like black steel, and the fiber texture of the muscles is very prominent under the skin.
Solid and withered. Onstein is right, this is a face that has gone through hard training.
And it seems that this tens of thousands of years of hard work is still continuing.
The image that had been seen in Rosalia's memory now appeared in front of Lan En across tens of thousands of years.
The former dragon-hunting war god and the eldest son of the sun!
It seems that I feel the difference after the bell rings this time.
Those who came to Gulongding to challenge the unknown king were all great warriors. Fight for your own progress.
Even if they knew that the result of such a battle would be death, they would never call for help.
But now, three people came at once.
The tall unknown king got down from the neck of the storm dragon and walked towards them on the dark clouds.
The two parties stopped each other at a distance beyond the reach of their weapons.
The unknown king didn’t say much.
His broken scarf was covering his face, and his eyes were sandwiched between the crown on his head.
I looked thoughtfully at You'ershika who was standing at the back. Although her expression was calm, her hands were already hugging her unconsciously.
Then he raised the divine weapon in his hand, [Dragon Hunting Sword and Spear].
The thunder on the golden gun blade was suppressed by Sui Xin until he felt nothing. The old but still powerful gun blade slashed towards Lan En's face.
Youershika stood behind Lan En, instinctively wanting to take a step forward. But Lan En reached out and stopped him behind him.
The amber cat eyes faced the removed god without any flinching.
The unknown king obviously did not want to hurt Lan En. The huge blade of the sword and gun just swept across Lan En's delicate and charming face, and also brought up a strand of his silver hair. That's all.
But a golden kiss was briefly revealed, as if resonated by power.
The king's eyes scanned the demon hunter and the half-dragon girl deeply, and after pondering for a moment.
He lowered the dragon-hunting sword and gun in his hand, and waved back to signal his comrades. The storm dragon held back his temper.
——
Among the ruins of the ancient city of Anor Londe, the room most cherished by Gwendelin was the palace where the eldest sister was before she was married.
By this time it had become a filthy and muddy hotbed.
Filthy and blasphemous.
“Foolish rebel against God!”
Gwendelin’s voice was powerful and powerful, echoing in layers of echoes in the building.
"Idiot who has deep faith and is immersed in it! Swear in the name of Shadow Sun Gwendelin! Eldridge! You must not ask for forgiveness! You must not pollute this place!"
But the strange thing is that the filthy and deep power is spreading and active, and the voice of the Dark Moon God is echoing. But the two of them were nowhere to be seen in the entire huge palace.
Until there was a crisp 'click' sound like breaking glass.
In the originally calm palace, cracks suddenly appeared in the air, and then the cracks spread like a spider web and expanded rapidly!
The Shadow Sun, holding the staff high, suddenly appeared, and the snake legs under the skirt slid around in panic before finally settling down.
On the other side, a large ball of hideous and disgusting black mud also fell from mid-air.
The black mud now has a texture close to loose flesh and blood due to eating too much.
There is a pile of various white bones inside, rising and falling as they roll and twist on the surface of the black mud.
Under Gwendelin's dark moon crown, the pale hair has stuck to his cheeks and collarbone, sliding with his labored breathing.
He was too tired.
Today, he finally understood what his 'serious illness' was.
Not long ago, Sullivan presented him with a golden stick and spear, which was both a staff and a weapon.
When he took it, he felt a stickiness on the barrel of the gun.
At that time, Sullivan denied that it was weapon maintenance oil. But now, after confirming the identity of the traitor, Gwendelin had no doubt that it should be some kind of poison that was secretly developed, or a curse carrier. .
While he is now suffering from a body eroded by poison or curse, he is summoning his last strength to fight against the half-eaten Eldridge.
Eldridge was burned once by the first fire, which is not bad. He's not a combative managerial priest per se, which is just as well.
But the dark power in him is the 'shadow' of the First Fire.
When the first fire burns, it only burns the 'fuel', which is the soul. But there was no way to burn the shadow.
Therefore, the depth controlled by Eldridge is even better than the previous heyday!
Even Gwendelin's best illusions couldn't delay him for long.
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(End of this chapter)