Chapter 959: 941 Underground Prison Platform

Chapter 959 941. The platform of the underground prison

Warriors admire the power of dragons, which is the so-called "dragon faith".

This concept is easy for Lan to understand.

According to Gwendelin's words, it is speculated that Ancient Dragon Peak should be a lofty place of dragon belief, or simply the dominant and birthplace.

Every outstanding warrior in this world should have the idea or goal of going to Ancient Dragon Peak.

But what will be there?

An ancient dragon that has a good relationship with Gwendelin? The Gods are the murderers who destroyed the ancient dragon.

Or is it some powerful **** who lives there to regulate dragon beliefs?

But no matter what.

“As long as I go to Gulongding, you can live?”

Lann looked seriously at Gwendelin’s face under the crown.

“Can Eldridge be eliminated?”

“What exactly is there?”

As Eldridge got closer and closer, even the air nearby seemed to be in a filthy and thick oil mist.

“If you move quickly enough.”

“We should go.”

“My brother was expelled by his father because he pursued the path of the ancient dragon. But I couldn’t say a word for him at the time.”

That unknown king has indeed had all traces of his existence wiped out.

Those who can face death with a relaxed smile cannot be persuaded to leave.

With a ‘bang’, the door to the deepest palace in Anor Londo was completely closed.

“Goodbye, Dark Moon God.”

“I am the youngest son of Gwen, the King of Sunshine, and the heir of the Gods! At this moment, Anor Londo will never be corrupted by darkness!”

“This action can show your determination and help you embark on the path of the ancient dragon.”

Only Lan En was left, still looking seriously at the gentle face of the Dark Moon God.

Facing Lan En’s series of questions, Gwendelin just shook his head slightly in despair.

Lan En glanced at the closed door one last time, then gently pulled the unicorn's exploding mane and rushed out of the palace!

The light converged into a pattern on his hand, an action gesture that Lan En had seen before in the secret passage of the White Dragon Demon King.

 Lan En's body was constantly feeling pain like a carnivorous insect gnawing from the inside out.

The God of the Dark Moon, who has supported the Protoss for tens of thousands of years, is finally facing the end of his life, and even feels a little relaxed about it, with a little teasing on his lips.

“That’s my eldest brother too. The eldest son of the Sunshine King.”

Youershika saluted Gwendelin again, and then walked towards Qilin.

His hands emitted a brilliant purple light, which was the power of his Dark Moon God.

“If not, it will be another sin on my part.”

Gwendelin's expression was one of regret and pain.

“Maybe there’s still time to save my life.”

"I don't know if my brother will still resent us now, but you have the right to go. Even if your brother still refuses to forgive me, I have no complaints. But you must not force me to do anything hard, which will cost your own life."

 And it is obvious that the underground prison is probably all filled with Sullivan's people.

“But there are advantages,” Lan En said calmly. "We don't have to worry about distinguishing ourselves from the enemy."

As soon as he entered the dark underground prison, many tragic and shrill screams overlapped and came out.

This is not like a normal 'prison', but more like an 'execution ground' or an 'interrogation room'.

Neither Lan En nor You'ershika dismounted, but lowered their bodies so as not to hit their heads on Qilin's back.

The first jailer appeared in front of him.

It was a person dressed like a tightly wrapped nun, with a female iron mask on his face.

She carried a lamp in one hand and a red-hot iron in the other.

Looking at the prisoners in the surrounding cells, he could not help but laugh sharply with joy from time to time.

It seems that working in this gloomy and dark underground prison is actually a very enjoyable thing.

She quickly turned her head when she heard the sound of horse hooves, and at the same time, a burst of yellow smoke filled her sight.

But the next moment...‘噌! ’

With a flash of silver light, her neck and body were separated.

That wasn’t even Lan En’s attack, but the ball of flannel sitting on Qilin’s head, which was struck with its Thundercat Sword.

Elucat's strength is not enough, but combined with the Kirin's momentum, it is enough.

Qilin’s thoughts were conveyed to Lan En.

‘That glance just now made me feel a little weaker, so strange. ’

The witcher speculated that it should be a curse spell activated by gaze or sight.

It’s just that with the physique and speed of the Kirin New World Ancient Dragon, this curse is a bit boring.

The guards' gaze simply couldn't keep up with Qilin's pace, and even if they stood looking at Qilin's strong vitality, it would probably take a long time for Qilin to be substantially weakened.

In the prison, there are many undead people who have no human form.

These undead people have died too many times, and there is also a type where the maggots on their bodies are entangled and combined into a half-human shape, hanging on the belly of the undead.

There was another kind of monster that looked familiar to Lan En, a monster with a deformed human head and long wings.

Their gestures reminded Lan of Osroais.

Appears to be an ancient version of the dragon transformation experiment.

Along the way, Youershika suppressed the fear in her heart and guided Lan En.

Qilin executed it quickly, and the jailers on the way were already mentally disturbed.

They enjoy torturing prisoners and laughing happily in the process.

It is impossible to keep up with the speed of Qilin's movement. Often after hearing the sound of horse hooves, his head will fall off immediately.

Finally, halfway down a staircase, after jumping out of the staircase under the command of Yurshika, Qilin landed on a platform.

"right here."

You'ershika said softly and jumped off the Qilin's back.

Lan En followed her, and next to where the Qilin landed was the corpse of a warrior.

The witcher went over and took a look. It was a warrior wearing Lothric knight armor. At this time, he maintained the cross-legged posture of "walking on the path of the ancient dragon", which seemed to last until death.

 Lan En pulled out a piece of parchment from his arms, which recorded an ancient dragon hunting story. Swordsmen attached thunder to their swords to kill dragons.

It seems to be a miracle called [Thunder Sword].