Chapter 965 947. Return!
“This is different from what we promised.”
[Yellow Finger] Hazel helped his big yellow hat that looked like a mushroom hat and dropped it from the back of the giant flying dragon. Come and complain.
“Shouldn’t we be helping Lan En to fight that Salary King? It’s that [Secret Saint] Eldridge!”
Obviously, Hazel felt a little bit cheated I underestimated it, and was a little worried about whether Lan En would be able to do it without the help of people like himself.
But Kirk, the [Needle Knight] next to Hazel, behaved like an old man as always.
You can tell just by looking at him that he seems to know many of the ancient beings present.
While looking at the Silver Knights, he emphatically scanned their armor.
When looking at Smough and Onstein, he was not at all confused by the golden and brilliant armor on their bodies. Instead, he focused on their huge hammers and cross guns.
After sweeping around in a very short time, Kirk raised his shield and rapier full of steel barbs.
"You should be happy to not have to face a guy like King Salary, Hazel. And this is also a difficult battle involving big shots."
As Kirk said this, he showed extraordinary strength. Battlefield understanding.
It was almost the same as Lan En's performance on the battlefield. Just by looking around, Kirk completely understood the current battlefield situation and spontaneously adjusted his position.
A simple defensive formation was formed with two familiar people, Hazel and Leonard.
But the difference with Lan En is that he obviously does not have the ability to make his teammates follow his actions without any trouble.
When forming a simple formation, he had to use the heel of his boots with less barbs to kick Hazel.
“If you don’t say anything else, Lan En will at least know how to measure things.”
Leonard drew out his crescent curved sword and turned his head around alertly to expand the observation area without turning his head. He said back.
“Since he didn’t call us on the battlefield against King Xin, it means he doesn’t think it’s needed. We just need to do our own thing and fulfill our agreement. In the end, we won’t owe each other anything.”
"Sirius from the Kingdom of Twilight can't last long on the battlefield without help. Are you a chick?"
As he spoke, he also shouted to Sirius, who kept a certain distance from them.
That guy Lan En's communication skills are indeed very strong. He was able to get other people's summoning emblems in such a short time.
Leonard’s teeth clenched in displeasure under his silver mask.
And Sirius cautiously moved towards Rosalia's believers.
“I am familiar with the rules of the battlefield, but I don’t trust you.”
At first, her words were still cold. But then, the conversation changed.
"But now it seems that you can still remind me. It seems that what Lan En said is true, and you have not fallen into heresy."
The conversation between each other did not How long does it last.
These souls summoned by Lan En with the white mark wax stone faced the siege of the war knights at the next moment!
These loyal dogs of Pope Sullivan were attacked by the spear that Onstein had just thrown from the back of the giant flying dragon.
The ground was shaken into waves and flew up.
After landing, he seemed much more cautious, and even his wild animal nature seemed to be suppressed.
But the deterrence will always fade, especially in front of the brainless beast.
The sudden resumption of the sound of fighting not far away did not make Pope Sullivan's eyes shift away in the slightest.
The genius magician who has always been called "wisdom" now doesn't even dare to wipe away the cold sweat that breaks out unconsciously.
The calm and under-control demeanor just now disappeared instantly when Wengstein threw the dragon hunting spear and then landed it in front of him.
Not long ago, Lan En had experienced a little bit, the feeling of the tip of a gun being pressed against his throat.
This time Sullivan tasted the super enhanced version.
At that time, Wengstein was not very hostile to Lan En, but this time, although Wengstein remained silent, the feeling was murderous intent!
Onstein holding the dragon hunting cross gun! The first of the king’s four knights!
Sullivan had never seen this person when he first entered the Dark Moon Cult.
But even though he had never seen him before, Sullivan clearly knew this man's name, as well as the record and power behind his name.
It is different from the ancient warriors like the Silver Knight who cannot withstand the erosion of time.
It is also different from the ancient warriors of the Age of Gods like Smo, who are obviously partial to science.
Onstein, even in the early days of the Age of Fire when the Gods were the most powerful, was at the top of countless knights!
Even the top of the top four!
What a joke! How could such a person be still alive now? !
The eyes under Sullivan's crown were almost numb at this time.
How could such a person be still alive, while that idiot Gwendelin just let him out? !
For his own ambitions, Sullivan has been planning this coup and usurping power for at least a hundred years.
He took advantage of his promotion in the Dark Moon Cult to read the history of the Protoss from bottom to top step by step.
As he grew from a young magician from a foreign country to the Pope of the Dark Moon Sect, it stands to reason that there should be no one in the world who understands the Gods better than him. Gwendelin needs someone to serve the Gods, so of course the people he serves should understand the Gods.
Sullivan knew the composition and whereabouts of the royal family members, and even the fate of those powerful combatants who were loyal to the gods in the glorious mythological era.
[Wolf Knight] Artorias died in the ancient golden magical kingdom, Urasi Road, in order to conquer the abyss.
[Hawkeye Knight] Goff of the giant clan was targeted because of his low status as a giant, his eyes were sealed, and he was exiled, and finally disappeared.
[Wasp Knight] Chiaram guarded the tomb of Artorias until his death.
[Lion Knight] Although Onstan served the new god king in the royal city for a period of time, he submitted his 'resignation' long before Sullivan entered the Dark Moon Cult, which means he returned his representative to Gwendelin. Identity lion ring.
These people died, were sad and sad, and walked away. Even if they are alive, what reason do they have to continue to serve the Gods?
But a theory is a theory, and facts are facts.
From the moment Onstein showed up, Sullivan already knew——
The development of the situation was completely out of his control!
However, a careerist who dared to launch a coup and advanced the progress of the coup to this point.
Is it really possible for him to collapse and give up when he can no longer look back because of some unexpected situations and unimagined enemies?
“Boom!”
The crime sword in Sullivan's hand instantly burst into flames of crime, while the other sword of punishment lit up with a dark blue magic glow that was deeper than the dark moon magic power.
Deeper than the Dark Moon, that is the magic power of Sullivan himself, which can also be said to be the essence of the magician Sullivan.
Facing the murderous intention of the legendary great knight, the eyes under the papal crown were deep and cloudy. He laid out a swordsmanship structure that even a veteran swordsman would not be able to find fault with.
Obviously, the magician Sullivan knows one thing very well: once the bow is fired, there is no turning back.
——
"Roar!!!"
The huge flying dragons on top of the ancient dragon that are responsible for guarding the road are each more than twice the size of Lothric's flying dragons.
Not only are their bodies twice as big, their breath power and duration are also beyond what ordinary flying dragons can achieve.
The residents of Cold Lie Valley are basically dead, which is no different from Lothric.
It’s just that Lothric went crazy because of the undead, the coup, and Oceroais spreading the dragon transformation experiment.
The Cold Valley was due to the rampant moonworms and Sullivan wanted to feed Eldridge and the sporadic priesthood he brought over.
After clarifying the current situation in the New God City, several giant flying dragons no longer have any worries.
They swooped down from the sky, and in the long and winding necks, the blazing firelight was reflected through the skin.
The streets of Irushil ushered in the purification of dragon flames in this eternal snowy night.
The high and low roofs of Gothic buildings have become the foothold of the flying dragons.
Their broad wing claws grasp the spire of the building, and the wing membrane can cover most of the building.
Long Yan swept back and forth on the street like a plow.
The Pope’s undead knights screamed and disappeared under these dragon flames.
And these dragon flames that cut through the night sky and illuminated the cold snowy night are not only blooming in Irushil.
Above the new divine capital is the relocated ancient capital of Anor Londo.
"Rumble~"
Distant and gloomy thunderclouds shrouded the entire area at some point!
If Lan En had not confirmed repeatedly that Qilin did not take action, and the arc flashing in the thunder clouds was brilliant golden yellow, he might have really thought that it was the ancient dragon from the New World who did it.
But there is no doubt that although the performance is 'Thunder Cloud'.
But this thundercloud is much more powerful than Qilin's 'small fight'.
"Crash!"
In the original bedroom, the long and narrow painted windows on the walls on both sides shattered into fragments all over the sky with the sound of glass shattering.
Those glass shards reflect the moonlight in the sky, and there are little stars.
The large rune cloth on Qilin's body was floating among the stars in the mid-air.
Eldridge, who had already bypassed the obstructing giant slave and rushed to Gwendelin's side, suddenly twitched his body like a ball of mud.
In order to isolate the invasion of Netherworld, Gwendelin, who took the initiative to cut off two of his snake legs, also followed the sound and looked diagonally upward.
Under the crown of Shadow Sun, the cherry-like lips were slightly open. It was obvious that he did not expect the scene in front of him to happen.
A knight was riding his horse and crashed in from the window of the palace!
In such a desperate, dark moment, Lann smashed the window and brought in the moonlight.
While the witcher was still in mid-air, his eyes quickly swept across the entire scene, and he instantly understood the current situation.
With a "touch" sound, Qilin's hooves stepped on the marble floor of the palace, and his two front hooves made two spider web-shaped pits.
But Qilin, who had just landed, could not stop under the command of his companion on his back!
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