Chapter 970: 952 Ambition is dead

Chapter 970 952. Ambition is dead

After the duel with Eldridge, [Spirit Vision] has made great progress, and Sullivan's spell seems to be activated or not activated in Lan En's eyes now.

“That way, come a [moon dust].”

The velvet ball jumped up on Qilin's head: "Got it, meow!"

By spreading expensive processed silver threads in the air, invisible bombs can be detected, and the invisibility spell has a wide range of targets.

Regardless of whether you distort the light or cause visual deviation, as long as people pass through the silver dust, they will be stained with conspicuous traces.

Although Lan En didn't know the principle of Sullivan's magic, [Moon Dust] still completed the task.

A tall figure was outlined by the reflection of silver threads, and he was running away in the opposite direction to the phantom body.

“Silver Knight! Stop him!”

With Gwendelin present, the Silver Knights will at least obey the call.

Immediately there were three silver knights, their sword and gun blades lit up with crackling golden lightning, and they rushed towards Sullivan, who was shining with silver light.

But Lan En remained the same, not looking in that direction.

His ears twitched slightly and he heard the clanging sound of combat boots at the entrance of the alley.

So he raised his left hand again and pointed in the direction of Youershika!

“Bang!”

After an explosive sound, the projectile stopped in the void beside Youershika.

Before he could block the ammunition with his sword, Sullivan's true form was completely revealed, with only his upper body exposed.

A beautiful but majestic cross gun pierced the air, and the demon hunter's projectiles pierced the void with both feet.

But it is obvious that the power of the [Lion Knight]'s spear is not comparable to that of a supersonic ammunition.

The cross spear, which was capable of piercing the scales of the legendary ancient dragon, easily sent Dark Moon Pope Sullivan, who was much taller than an ordinary person, flying out like a rag doll.

Flying across dozens of meters, he was finally nailed to the wall with a click from the dragon-hunting gun.

From the beginning, Sullivan no longer felt that he could save his life just by running away.

He is ambitious, smart, and capable. A person like this will not sit still and die no matter what.

Instead of running away like a bereaved dog, it is better to take advantage of the Silver Knight being attracted by the second phantom to break into Princess Youershika and take the hostage!

But unfortunately, he also thought of Lan En.

Even under [Spirit Vision], Lan En could tell from the beginning that he had released two phantom bodies, and the real body was moving in another direction.

So we have reached this stage. This ambitious man once studied at the Lothrik Great Library and later rose to the position of Pope of the Dark Moon Cult.

Following this, he is also preparing to continue to control the gods as a 'man who serves the gods' in the future deep sea era, a powerful magician with endless ambitions.

In the end, he was nailed to a plain brick wall in Irushil by the dragon hunting spear. The blood drained and he lowered his head.

At this point, in this lonely and misty snowy night, the betrayal and chaos in the new **** city of Irushil came to an end.

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Although Irushil is in a perpetual snowy night due to Gwendelin, the city originally had many residents.

Most of them are handsome and thin, with skin as fine as white sand, colorless.

In the outside world, this kind of appearance is called the "Moon Capital Noble Appearance".

It is the appearance of a person who has inherited some blood of the gods.

That is the King of Lothric, the strongest person in the God Clan since King Gwen!

But Lann’s palm patted Gwendolen’s shoulder.

“But don’t worry.”

The witcher said easily.

“Rosalia is studying the healing knowledge of the dragon transformation experiment. I gave her a good thing. With that thing as a reference, I believe she is almost successful.”

“When she comes to Irushil, your symptoms will be cured by her.”

Gwendelin, who was sitting on the chair and looking up at Lan En, was startled for a moment, and then showed a smile that was either nostalgic or bitter.

“Really? I didn’t expect that as time passed, I would still need my sister to treat me.”

His slender but gentle paws gently rested on Lan En's hand on his shoulder.

“I would like to thank you, Lan En. You have helped us so much and almost saved the whole situation.”

“No, it’s nothing.”

The witcher pulled his hand back without leaving a trace, and at the same time looked at Gwendolin's delicate figure with some suspicion.

Rather than thanking him, he was actually more curious about whether the God of Dark Moon was really You'ershika's 'brother'?

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of howling wind in the sky.

A flying dragon that was not too big and had feathers all over its body slowly descended.

Before the flying dragon could settle on the ground, something hit the ground directly.

Gurgled and rolled to the side.

It was a skull with an archbishop's white crown. There was a gap with sparks at the corner of the skull's eye.

Peering in through the gap, one can vaguely see the sticky ‘darkness’ boiling and entangled inside.

This is Eldridge’s ‘firewood’.

The nameless king jumped from the head of the storm dragon.

His armor and combat boots have long since disappeared in more than tens of thousands of years of hard work, but the black steel-like body still made a clanging sound like steel stepping on the ground.

Each step was like an iron boot stained with blood stepping on the ground.

The golden thunder and the endless storm seem to have become an ever-present thing for him like breathing.

Even though he was just walking, the turbulent wind around him still blew his long, dull white hair upwards and fluttered in the air.

“Brother, brother!”

Gwendelin struggled to stand up.

But the nameless king looking down in front of him suddenly bent down and held the Shadow Sun's shoulders.

While pressing him down on the chair, he patted him comfortingly, as softly as if he were hallucinating.

Then he didn't say a word, but just tilted his head and looked at Lan En next to him.

I don’t know if it was the demon hunter’s illusion, but Lan En felt that this guy was a bit scrutinizing.

 There is no more emotional expression. After tens of thousands of years of hard training, even the eldest son of King Gwen and the former dragon-hunting war **** of the gods, his ability to express emotions has deteriorated.

He silently returned to the storm dragon, and Onstein also climbed onto a huge flying dragon.

Amid the surge of air and the sound of wings, they left Irushil and climbed to the top of the ancient dragon again, pursuing the path of the ancient dragon.

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