Chapter 925: 907 Chaptery Keystone

Chapter 925 907. Baby Keystone

 Lan En stretched out his fingers towards the little baby who looked like a corpse, and Ocelot naturally held Lan En's fingers with his thin hands that were almost dragon claws.

Is it because I have received [sunshine nourishment]?

That is the highest-level healing [miracle] that only Princess Lothrik, Ocelot’s mother, can master.

As the youngest son of the most powerful clan of gods today, Ocelot may be able to feel the power from his mother in this situation.

After being forced to undergo an experiment at the hands of his father that nearly killed him, it is natural that he would reach out to his mother's gentle and bright power and long for love.

“It’s a pity that the gods who exterminated the ancient dragon clan and created the Age of Fire are now pursuing the form of the ancient dragon in an attempt to adapt themselves to an era without fire?”

Lann held Ocelot in one hand while looking at the white dragon corpse of Ocelot that fell against the wall.

For a moment, I felt a little ironic.

“You’ll take care of him first, flannel ball.”

“He doesn’t cry or make trouble, so it’s very worry-free.”

“I heard that the chief priest of Lothric will also serve as the prince’s wet nurse according to tradition, which is exactly the professional counterpart.”

Lan En curled his lips at the words of the flannel ball and reached out to tap its forehead.

“But fighting is more interesting than looking after children, meow!”

The calico kitten lowered her head and sighed, looking at the baby held above her head with helpless eyes.

He moved his wrists, elbows and shoulders from time to time.

But Lan En, who didn’t have to carry the oil bottle with him, breathed a sigh of relief and walked toward the other end of the palace.

The chest was bulging like a bellows, breathing heavily.

“I have to go deeper to the Fire Sacrifice according to Emma’s chief priest’s instructions. How can I bring a baby with me?”

Lan shrugged and placed the baby, which was about the same size as Ellu Cat, back on the flannel ball's raised hands.

“Then what can be done?”

"Stay well here with him. We have both cleaned up the surrounding area, and there is no danger. When I finish my work, I will return the same way, and then I can hand over Ocelot to the officiant and the others."

“Meow?” The calico kitten opened its mouth wide and covered its head, asking in disbelief, “I’ve never seen a cub, meow!”

Under the skilled prevarication of the witcher, Elcat reluctantly accepted the task.

“Okay, but come back soon, meow. I can only look after children but can’t fight. It’s so boring.”

“Don’t act like a war freak!”

Lan En reached out and touched the head of the flannel ball.

Even with his current body and physical strength, when he just killed the White Dragon Demon King, he felt that the saliva in his mouth had become sticky. It also smells like rust.

Flannel Ball held up the baby in his hand and found a corner to huddle up in the palace, which was even more dilapidated by the battle just now, looking aggrieved.

"And he is a baby of the gods, so he is not so fragile. At least it will be better in your hands than in the hands of Osloes."

The entanglement with Oceroes just now was like a pas de deux on the tip of a knife, and it did not have no impact on him.

Moreover, the two arms holding the sword against each other began to suffer varying degrees of contusions and sprains.

Fortunately, the extent of these minor injuries was under his control.

A natural and refreshing power spread throughout his body from the small coat of arms hanging around his waist.

Just like drinking a glass of ice-cold orange soda on a hot day.

The power of [Early Recovery Stone] is repairing the minor injuries on his body, and making his condition closer to the 'best'.

But he didn’t expect that even now, when the end of fire is approaching and all things are declining, Lothric would still have the ability and resources to gather the most precious materials in the world to build a few walls.

“Used to build several walls. What is this for?”

Lan En murmured in confusion.

But he didn’t dare to act rashly.

After all, with Osroais' knowledge and strength in his normal state, it is not impossible for him to construct a ritual and do something to the First Fire, which is the foundation of the world.

It is possible to construct great rituals and great magic.

Who knows how these hundreds of wedge-shaped stone disks will react if something goes wrong accidentally?

But the good news is: Lan En can definitely confirm that these walls are not finished yet.

Because there is an original wedge-shaped stone plate at the witcher's feet, which has not yet been embedded.

Now, this most precious material in the world is lying on the ground like an ordinary stone brick on a construction site, with chisels, shovels and other things on it.

Looking like he is taking a break during the project.

Lan En scratched his cheek and looked down at the large wedge-shaped stone disk.

If it hasn’t been embedded yet, it means that the rituals and magic are not complete yet, right?

It shouldn’t be a problem if you take this piece away yourself?

Lan swept aside the chisels, shovels and other tools on the original plate of the wedge-shaped stone, and then picked it up with a bang.

He didn't dare to move those that were already embedded in the wall, for fear of causing any problems.

Even if the power of these hundreds of keystone discs was revealed a little, he doubted how much of the entire city of Lothric would be left.

And since Osroais himself has been killed, this 'leftover material' that has not been embedded must be useless!

Lann stuffed the original disc of keystone into the alchemical leather bag.

After passing this small entrance hall that looked inconspicuous but contained truly astonishing power and value, Lan continued walking deeper.

After walking for a while, he vaguely heard the sound distorted by the echo from the winding corridor.

That was the sound of blood splattering and a sharp knife being stabbed into the flesh and pulled out again.

Someone is fighting inside?

Lan En's footsteps immediately became faster, and when he saw the place where the sound came from in the corridor, there was only one person holding a pair of strange-shaped swords.

A person who wraps his head and shoulders with a piece of dirty and torn hemp cloth.

He was stabbing to death someone dressed like himself.

The corpses were piled at the base of the corridor wall, lined up for a long time.

The one in front of him is the last one.

Is this some kind of sacrifice?

Lan En is a little unsure.

If it were another world, this would undoubtedly be a murder scene.

But in this world where death itself is ritualistic, Lothric knights even pursue beheading as a noble way to die.

Lan En could only frown and approach cautiously.

Originally, he wanted to say hello and ask.

But it's a pity that the guy who just stabbed to death a man dressed like himself.

Without saying a word, he held the two strange-shaped double knives in his hands and ran towards Lan En at a fast pace!