Chapter 962 944. The Unknown King
Oonstein didn't say a word for a long while.
After all, the whole process that Lan En told made this great knight of the Gods, who had seen great storms and waves, even created the Age of Fire, and witnessed the first weakening of the First Fire, feel confused.
All the fire-transmitting forces and all the fire-transmitting steps prepared were all rushed together and went wrong at every link.
So that we have reached this point today.
Although he has witnessed the weakening process and irreversibility of Chuhuo with his own eyes in his long life.
But this is the first time that the situation has been so bad.
“Has the sun completely disappeared under Gulongding for a long time?”
Onstein was a little unable to relax and looked towards the always bright sunshine in the sky.
"The weather here has always been normal, and the undead people have not lost control and become wandering ghosts. I don't know where Smo is? With him here, how can Sullivan do it?"
“If Smo holds the military power in Lenglie Valley, then naturally Sullivan cannot.”
But Onstein shook his head as if he felt troubled.
Oarstein stretched out his hand and pointed to the other end of the square under the bell tower, where the dragon hunting gun was inserted into the steel gate.
“Are you here to find him?”
Eldridge is still wreaking havoc in Irushil!
“Then come here.”
"Shadow Sun may be eaten by Eldridge at any moment. You left from under him. You should know that his current strength is not as good as before, not to mention that he has been tampered with and is seriously ill."
At Gulongding, under normal weather conditions and under normal circumstances, wouldn’t immortal people even be able to feel the decline of the First Fire?
"But it's a pity that Sullivan is a smart man and has already dismantled the military strength of Lenglie Valley before taking action. There is no possibility of those Silver Knights regrouping. You also know that, right?"
“The reason why I left Irushil was because I wanted to find him. But you also saw the result.”
Do they really need the First Fire itself, or do they need a stable environment maintained by the First Fire?
Shake your head a little and throw away these things that are too far-fetched.
He felt nothing at all.
Oonstein also organized his thoughts. The majestic and proud lion helmet looked at Lan En, who was obviously the leader.
Lan En narrated calmly.
As he spoke, Onstein tilted his head in the direction of the clock's rocker.
"He has lived alone in this Ancient Dragon Peak for tens of thousands of years, and has been expelled from the God Clan for tens of thousands of years. He practices hard every day, torturing his mind and body, hoping to understand the way of the Ancient Dragon. He has long been as stone-hearted."
means the nameless king.
Although it is Lan En’s habitual thinking as a researcher to conduct in-depth research when encountering something.
But again, now is not the time.
Lann spoke very quickly, highlighting an unusual urgency.
And if this phenomenon is universal, then human beings, or life, in this world.
Looking at Onstein looking a little lost, Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly.
"We started fighting, and he knocked away my gun. He will not leave the storm dragon, his comrade-in-arms. Nor will he leave the top of the ancient dragon. The identity of the **** may have no meaning to him."
Lan En took a step forward: "But we have to try no matter what! Otherwise, will Eldridge really eat up the entire Irushil?"
To be honest, Lan En is quite confident about the negotiation issue.
His torn scarf was covering his face, and his eyes were sandwiched between the crown on his head.
Looked thoughtfully at You'ershika who was standing at the back. Although her expression was calm, her hands were already hugging her unconsciously.
Then he raised the divine weapon in his hand, the [Dragon Hunting Sword and Spear].
The thunder on the golden gun blade was suppressed by Sui Xin until he felt nothing. The old but still powerful gun blade slashed towards Lan En's face.
You'ershika stood behind Lan En, instinctively wanting to take a step forward. But Lan En reached out and stopped him behind him.
The amber cat's eyes faced the removed **** without any flinching.
The unknown king obviously did not want to hurt Lan En. The huge blade of the sword and gun just swept past Lan En's delicate and charming face, and even brought up a strand of his silver hair. That's all.
But a golden kiss, as if resonated by power, was briefly revealed.
The king's eyes glanced deeply at the demon hunter and the half-dragon girl, and after pondering for a moment.
He lowered the dragon-hunting sword and gun in his hand, and waved his hand back, signaling his comrade-in-arms Storm Dragon to restrain his temper.
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Among the ruins of the ancient divine city of Anor Londe, the room most cherished by Gwendolin was the bedroom where the eldest sister was before she was married.
At this time it has become a dirty and muddy hotbed.
Filthy and blasphemous.
“Foolish rebels against God!”
Gwendelin’s voice was high and powerful, reverberating in layers of echoes within the building.
“You fool who has deep faith and is immersed in it! In the name of Shadow Sun Gwendelin! Eldridge! You must not ask for forgiveness! You must not pollute this place!”
But strangely, the filthy and deep power is spreading and active, and the voice of the Dark Moon God is echoing. But the two of them were nowhere to be seen in the entire huge palace.
Until a crisp "click" sound sounded like glass breaking.
In the originally calm palace, cracks suddenly appeared in the air, and then the cracks spread like a spider web and expanded rapidly!
The Shadow Sun, holding the staff high, suddenly appeared, and the snake legs under the skirt slid around in panic before finally settling down.
On the other side, a large lump of hideous and disgusting black mud also fell from mid-air.
The black mud is now close to loose flesh and blood because of eating too much.
There is a pile of various white bones inside, rising and falling as they roll and twist on the surface of the black mud.
Under Gwendelin's dark moon crown, the pale hair has stuck to his cheeks and collarbone, sliding with his labored breathing.
He was already too tired.
To this day, he finally understands what his ‘serious illness’ is.
Not long ago, Sullivan presented him with a golden staff and spear, which was both a staff and a weapon.
But when he took it, he felt a stickiness on the barrel of the gun.
At the time, Sullivan denied that it was weapon maintenance oil, but now, after confirming the identity of the traitor, Gwendelin had no doubt that it should be some kind of secretly developed poison, or a curse carrier.
He is now suffering from a body eroded by poison or curse, while summoning his last strength to fight against the half-full Eldridge.
Eldridge was burned by the first fire once, which is good. He's not a combative managerial priest per se, which is just as well.
But the dark power in him is the 'shadow' of the First Fire.
When the first fire burns, it only burns away the ‘fuel’, which is the soul. But there was no way to burn the shadow.
Hence, the depth that Eldridge controls is even better than his previous heyday!
Even Gwendelin's best illusions couldn't delay him for long.