Chapter 892: 874 Observation Essence

Chapter 892 874. The nature of observation

To be honest, Lan En is basically doing his best to help Rosalia fight against the Nether Cultists.

The reason why he works so hard is, on the one hand, he has a good impression of the goddess who is indulged in sorrow but still maintains compassion and etiquette.

On the other hand, he hasn’t left yet! This group of profound believers want to return the orderly world to the era of chaos.

Who knows how far Eldridge can accelerate the collapse of world order if he eats a god?

So, out of his affection for the goddess and his resistance to the end, he had to stop Eldridge.

Took the unicorn's mane, Lan En turned the horse's head after giving MacDonald and Lewis a final look.

Charge towards the roaring Eldridge!

He has no time to waste with these two guys.

The two archbishops looked at each other, sweating, panting, and swallowing saliva in unison.

The unicorn's hooves jumped up hard, and its excellent physical fitness allowed it to jump directly to the height above the giant's head, just like pulling an onion on dry land.

Lann did not let Qilin attack Eldridge's body together.

Because the black mud and deep power are extremely difficult to deal with in this mystical world, he is not sure whether Qilin can withstand this kind of pollution.

So, he did not let the flannel ball attack Eldridge directly.

Instead, he just put the giant sword next to him and passed by the giant.

The blade of [turbid current·annihilation] easily cut through the giant's skin, and opened a gap in the sticky black mud.

It's just that after cutting it off, the everlasting aura of violence and appetite on [turbid current·annihilation] suddenly stagnated.

It seems that it has never 'eaten' something like the black mud that makes up Eldridge's body, so it feels strange.

Even the black mist-like dragon attribute energy was not stimulated.

After striking the sword and landing, Lan En also felt something strange in his hand.

Although these black mud are part of Eldridge's body, they were either knocked out of the main body by other people's attacks, or a large piece was chewed off by Lan En's [Turbid Current: Destruction].

 Eldridge’s size never seems to get smaller.

These black mud are just the manifestation of a certain power, not its core?

Lan En guessed so.

 All their attacks on Eldridge seemed to be insignificant, and he couldn't even delay him.

At present, the profound saint has just woken up from his coffin and is extremely hungry and thirsty. He even couldn't wait to squeeze his head into Rosalia's bedroom.

Can’t delay it any longer!

Lan immediately made up his mind.

He has always been a decisive and calm person in moments of major crisis.

 Gently patting the side of Qilin's long neck, the ultra-small ancient dragon first considered the information coming from his mind, then turned his neck in surprise and looked at the friend on his back.

“Whooping?”

It snorted in confusion.

But Lan En just nodded quietly: "Just do it."

Although Qilin still didn't believe it, he still began to accumulate strength.

On the terrace on the second floor, the battle between Leonard and others became more and more chaotic. As Eldridge got closer to Rosalia, their sanity became increasingly scarce.

Start a frenzied attack.

Blue thunder and lightning flashed on the Qilin's pale horns, with a crackling sound that penetrated the air.

Its four hooves were rubbing the ground, and even the silk rune cloth specially made by Margarita to suppress static electricity was fluttering under the strong voltage even if there was no wind.

“Oops!”

Stuck at the upper limit of Lan En's body endurance, Qilin slightly released some of his speed.

Almost in the blink of an eye, like a thunderbolt, Qilin had already jumped into the sky above Eldridge.

It is so full of thunder and lightning that its body is like a flashing thunder ball.

And Lan En jumped off its back at this moment!

【turbid current·annihilation】 was carried on the shoulder, and the left hand pulled out Alondette again!

"Now!"

Dark and extremely profound.

Immediately, in Lan En's brain, in addition to the instinctive joy of the evolution of [spiritual vision], there was also the fear of being eroded by darkness and being gradually covered by darkness.

This fear is almost instinctive in the bones, and psychological construction and self-comfort are completely useless.

It was like forcing Lan En to get to know a world with darkness as the tone, and to get to know himself!

"ah!!"

A painful roar suddenly erupted from the witcher's mouth.

Lane had never shown such intense pain in a battle.

But even so, he still opened his eyes and gripped the hilt of the giant sword in his right hand!

The skin of the Nergigante made a crunching sound as it was squeezed and rubbed in his hands.

If it’s just pain and fear, then who do you think I am? !

The corners of Lan En's mouth curved sharply as he screamed, tragic and wild!

In the end, from the large amount of black mud split by [Return of Thunder], Lann accurately chopped the bone-white sword blade on a skull wearing a white crown among the many corpses buried in the black mud.

Even though more than half of the body of the giant he was living in was cut off just now, Eldridge didn't seem to care.

But when Lan En's giant sword just touched the skull with the white crown, [Turbid Current·Destruction] began to instinctively 'gnaw', Eldridge burst out the most painful howl since the war began. !

“Ouch!!”

The black mud that represented his body first suddenly solidified like a solid, and then suddenly started flowing like crazy!

Under the wash of black mud, Lan En, who was confused, quickly lost his grip on the blade of the giant sword.

【turbid current·annihilation】 was thrown away by the thick black mud like a whirlpool, and Lan En, who was holding the sword, also hit the railing of the second floor terrace.

“Lan En!”

Klimt quickly ran over.

As for Eldridge, he seemed to be really hurt at this time, and he didn't have the courage to ignore all the obstacles just now.

Like a coward, all the black mud was wrapped up, and he didn't care about the second-floor terrace that he had conquered, and fell straight to the first floor of the hall.

McDonald and Louis, the two archbishops, just watched the situation take a turn for the worse. It was not until Klimt called to them on the balcony that they were awakened.

“Lead your master and get out of here!”

Klimt didn't even know where his crown had fallen. He was holding Lan En's body with one hand, and his lips under his gray beard were trembling angrily.

“Stay away from our goddess! Get out! Take your believers and get out of the Deep Church!”

McDonald knew that the troops above had no fighting power and desire to fight.

But they were not optimistic either. Even the master was hurriedly evacuating as if he was frightened. What else could they do?

The two archbishops have troubles that they cannot tell.

Originally, Rosalia in the Deep Church was a small dessert they prepared before heading to Irushil for the main meal after reactivating their master.

But who knew that a bite of this 'little dessert' that they took on the way would break their teeth?

So the two archbishops could only quickly follow their master, who didn't care about dignity or face, and evacuate out of the church.

“I, let’s go to Irushil first, master! That’s the ‘dining table’ where everything is planned. Sullivan will entertain you. This is just an accident. An accident!”

“There is no need for us to waste time and energy here.”

McDonald stammered while wiping the cold sweat from his potato-like head. Follow the squirming mass of black mud.

Until they completely lost their traces in the eyes of Rosalia's believers, the three winged knights flapped their wings and landed on the second-floor terrace.

They surrounded Lan En.

At this time, the witcher was unconscious, but even if he closed his eyes tightly, thick black liquid was still oozing out from under his eyelids.

This is the price of seeing Eldridge’s true nature.

“We will bring him to the goddess.”

A winged knight said angrily in his helmet, and at the same time he hugged the demon hunter's body involuntarily.

The other raised his greatsword.

“This is the will of the goddess.”

Before Klimt and Leonard could speak, the Winged Knight blocked their conversation.

After finishing speaking, he walked straight through the crack of the huge door and walked towards the goddess on the bed at the deepest part of the room.

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