Chapter 940: 922 Leap

Chapter 940 922. Leap

“Holy flower shield.”

Klimt just went to look for the place where regular supplies were stored in the supply house, but did not look for the corpse of the Priest. Therefore, when Lan pulled out the shield, he had a complicated look on his face.

It’s a pity on one hand, and a joy on the other.

Sadly, even this shield failed to save the priest's life. The happy thing is that now they can use this shield.

“This is an ancient treasure of the White Sect that was once called the ‘Magician Killer’. The combat skill on it is [Spell Block]. Even magic can be completely deflected if you find the right time!”

“Then take it.”

Lann threw the small shield to Klimt without looking back.

"I am very fast, and it is difficult for those magics to touch me. On the contrary, if it can protect you, that is very important. After all, your restorative miracle is crucial."

Klimt didn’t show much pretense and put the small round shield on his left arm, matching it with the spear he was wielding.

It’s all about getting the job done.

They can't handle it at all.

Klimt, who is familiar with the environment of the inner city, leads the way, while Lann is responsible for commanding the team and formulating plans.

Just from this supply house, it can be seen that it is not just the magicians who want to liquidate the oppression of the priesthood in the past.

But the first problem is: before entering the dragon training ground, the gate is built on a small city wall, which is in line with the positioning of the violent organization of the Knights of Lothric.

They are in a condescending position. As long as Lan En's team turns this corner, no matter how low their bodies are, they will be seen at a glance and no one will be missed.

The witcher's cat eyes looked around.

The best situation is to leave silently after finding the target, and if that fails, try to **** the person out before killing him.

There are four or five crossbowmen and soldiers patrolling the small city wall.

In this supply house, after making final preparations against the magicians, the team rescuing Ge Cide was finally about to advance into enemy-occupied territory.

The priests have also been wary of magicians for a long time.

The Dragon Training Ground is an area controlled by the Prince Faction. They have cleaned up the monsters inside, but outside the Dragon Training Ground, there are too many people polluted by the dragon transformation experiment.

In the inner city, there are also people who have grown into tree-like shapes and rooted their roots and black oil in the cracks of bricks.

Later, Lan En and Klimt arranged to equip the Winged Knights with some flame pots and other odds and ends to deal with magicians.

Without the suppression of Osroais and the support of the two princes, it is strange that the parties who had long-standing grievances did not start a war.

This is Lan En's request.

But under Klimt’s eyes with sweat on his forehead, Lan just scratched his chin with his fingers and came up with a good idea.

Those flakes of ashes floated down indiscriminately and infected civilians who did not have strong soul power and supernatural powers.

On the way to the dragon training ground, the group kept their bodies as low as possible.

The evil consequences of the dragon-transformation experiment spread by Othroais did not care about the difference between the inner city and the high wall.

 Starting the battle too early will only deplete the team’s already insufficient combat power and make the rescue process more difficult.

The goal of the mission is, ultimately, to ‘bring [Angel’s Daughter] Ge Cide back to the Netherworld Church’.

In just three or two seconds, Lan En found his target.

They were two people whose clothes had been torn, their skin was pale, their hair was falling off, and their bones were bulging under their skin.

In other words - the human form before the human pus has burst out.

A large number of members of the Fire Knights were killed, and their bodies, which had been fighting until their death, were spread on the ground.

Looks like they were simply gathered together into a few piles.

The Prince Faction also wanted to give them a traditional ceremony, but it seemed that there were too many people dying and they couldn't take care of it. So only some corpses had their heads neatly chopped off.

Blood flowed from the bright armor, and together with the blouse outside the armor, it solidified into a dirty, hard scab mixed with dust and soil.

Several huge corpses of flying dragons also hit the dragon training ground, causing the solid stone brick floor to crack and collapse.

“Next we have to pass through the Knights’ Great Chapel before we can see the bridge leading to the Great Library.”

Klimt pulled his robe from the corpse of a Lothric knight. The sharp damage of the knight's armor caught the hem of the robe.

“Don’t say stupid things, Klimt.”

Lan frowned and said.

“The method just now cannot be used in the cathedral. There must be top knights there! Let’s use flying ones!”

“You are bringing a group of feathered knights with wings. Why fight if you can fly over them?”

If the enemy hadn't occupied the commanding heights just now, Lan En would have actually wanted to take advantage of his mobility.

The Archbishop was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly.

He is really not used to having a group of knights who can fly short distances under his command.

So much so that the habit of making plans seemed very rigid in Lan En's eyes.

The grizzled and bearded Archbishop looked around in the dragon training ground that was once majestic and glorious, but now only corpses and broken stone bricks were left on the ground.

Finally set a direction.

“Just jump towards this wall! We will go directly behind the chapel!”

Without further ado, Lan En immediately started making arrangements.

After all, the commotion on the tower has almost subsided.

The Winged Knights fluttered the funny but effective little wings on their backs, and their heavy bodies flew over the barrier of the wall, taking Klimt with them.

Lan En, on the other hand, was more flexible. He directly used the projectile hook to hook into the cracks in the damaged stone bricks on the wall, and then jumped over in three or two motions.

With this first experience, Klimt quickly adapted to this efficient and stealthy way of moving, and he began to abandon his own views on the height difference and wall barriers in this mountain city.

And took the lead all the way towards the big library.

On the road, Lan En and his party did see some fire-sect Lothric knights hiding themselves in corners.

Lan En used the ring of the Knight Commander on his hand as evidence to show them that there was still a stronghold of the Fire Sect on the high wall and that it was gathering strength.

These knights, who originally thought that the prince faction had taken control of the entire city, all had some hope again.

After a series of short flights, the team that rescued the Saint Geddes finally crossed a bridge across the sea of ​​clouds and arrived at the Big Library, the home of the sages.

“Now, use perception again.”

Lann said to Klimt after retracting the hook lock from the Winged Knight's armor.

“We have reached the big library and need to consider more precise location guidance.”

The hooded archbishop nodded, then closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, Klimt's eyes were already looking towards the sky unconsciously.

“The saint is on the top floor of the big library!”

Hearing this, Lan En and the Winged Knights all followed Klimt's gaze and looked up.

In the gaps between the jagged, spire-like top floors of Gothic buildings, the dim yellow sky is flowing with dim yellow clouds.