Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 976 958. Spell Fire Miracle

Facing Lan En and Sirius, Fodolink had no chance.

Lann's action of grabbing the edge of his shield was just using his own observation and action to speed up the process of Fodolink's defeat.

But the witcher never caused harm to Fodolink from beginning to end.

 It was Sirius all the time, attacking with the stabbing sword enchanted with the [Dark Moon Light Sword].

She poked again and again, the movements of her hands as steady and fast as ever, but the emotion in her eyes made her feel like she was about to break just by looking at her.

 A "pop" sound.

Foldolink, who had been confirmed dead, lay limply on the ground.

Lan En also let go of the hand holding the dusk shield, and his arm, carrying the shield, hit a layer of shallow water on the ground, causing a small splash.

 Neither Sirius nor Lan spoke.

The female knight looked at the grandfather on the ground in silence for a long time, and finally stepped forward and took off his sword, shield and armor.

"If you want to be my knight, then at least you have to make me feel that my trip is not in vain, right?"

"I am rushing to help you all the way, not just so that you can die in peace, Sirius."

 Lan En leaned against the mountain wall without moving, and spoke calmly.

Lan En leaned on the cliff next to him and watched Sirius throw his sword, shield and armor off the cliff.

 Afterwards, the two walked out of the rock cavity in silence and stood on the hillside beside the cliff of the Undead Settlement.

“But a knight who wants nothing more than to die can’t help me.”

 “Oh, thank you Sirius for starting at this time and becoming your knight.”

In the wind in the mountains, the white gauze hanging from the silver headdress on her head was fluttering, and she turned to look at the witcher behind her.

Lan En and Sirius walked over, and the witcher asked with a smile.

"That's it."

 The expression on Sirius's face when he spoke was something Lan En had only seen on one kind of person - a person whose heart was filled with despair.

However, Hazel was already familiar with him. By the time Lan En came back with Sirius again, the conjurer was already very familiar with Hazel, who was good at magic.

 “I’m really sorry for involving you in my mission or my trivial agreement. And thank you.”

I heard that it was Lan En who introduced him, so he didn't face any difficulties. Although Leonard seemed crazy about Lan En, he just let Hazel look at him now.

Lan En looked at her back and said.

"You want to die, but you still want to die retaining the identity and honor of a knight."

 Sirius was half-kneeling in front of him, holding the back of Lan En's hand with both hands, placing it against his forehead, and murmuring in a low voice.

 Lan En helped Sirius up and stared at the cold eyes under the Twilight Kingdom's headdress.

 “Then now, you are my knight.”

 “You have to live until you think I’m useless?”

"You're very useful, you have many miracles in your hands, and you're a great swordsman yourself, so of course, I need you. You're alive."

  The witcher's words had a coldness and inhumanity that had never appeared before.

 The wind in the mountains carries a sense of desolation and bleakness.

  .As commanded, my lord.”

—

 After settling Siris’ agreement, they quickly returned to the Church of the Deep.

 But Sirius nodded slowly after a period of silence, then walked to Lan En and knelt down on one knee.

Because he didn't know if he was lying, the old conjurer was not allowed to go up to the second floor of the Netherworld Church before Lan En came back, and could only sit on the floor in the hall.

The undead cannot be killed, but as long as the armaments on Fodolink are thrown away, his threat will immediately decrease.

 Lan En's legs moved, as if he subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but in the end he suppressed the idea.

 “Good night, grandpa.”

Conicus from Onuma has also taken advantage of this time to rush over.

"In this way, my grandfather can finally sleep, and I can die. But before that, I have something to ask for. Please allow me to swear that I will follow you as a knight."

 In this world where the first fire has been temporarily extinguished, this is a rare refuge.

The female knight of the Kingdom of Twilight looked at the equipment falling into the mountain abyss and spoke softly, with a sense of relief in her tone.

This is also part of Sirius' fulfillment of the agreement.

 “You understand what this means, right?”

　　I personally thrust the bayonet into Grandpa's chest more than once. It was indeed enough to make people collapse.

“No matter when or where I am, even if I am against everyone, my loyalty will never waver. I hope the moon will protect you along your journey.”

 So when Lan En came back, he and Hazel saw the movement immediately.

 The old magician was the first to let out an old laugh.

 “Oh, you are back, my disciple.”

"You mean" Sirius calmly looked down at the abyss in front of him, "you still need me?"

 “You seem to be obsessed with this title?”

“I am not only obsessed with this title, but also obsessed with teaching you my skills.”

Cornicus spoke bluntly, shrugging as he sat cross-legged on the ground.

“The most important relationship for a spellcaster in Onuma is the relationship between master and apprentice. If there is anything else in this world that can make me persistent, it is to find an apprentice and teach him spells.”

"Come on, fire is indispensable for spells. Be careful, don't let yourself be burned up by the flames." As he spoke, Cornicus stretched out his left hand and placed it on the palm of his hand. , a wisp of flame is floating and swaying.

 Apparently, he wanted to separate part of his own flame and use it as a flame for his disciples.

But Lan En frowned slightly.

"Cornicus, I can understand your desire to have a disciple, and you are also willing to learn spells, but forgive me for not making it clear to you before. But I am leaving here soon. If you really want to find someone to stay with you, I’m afraid I’m not the right person to teach.”

 If it is just to pass on knowledge, then Lan En is confident.

However, the learning of spells seems to require the seniors to separate the seeds from their power and give them to the disciples.

"leave here?"

Conicus also looked a little surprised. After all, the weakening of the First Fire is a problem for the entire world. Where can it go?

 But the old conjurer didn't look at Lan En as if he was joking.

So after smashing his mouth, Cornicus still did not take his hand back.

“I can’t tell whether I really want to find an apprentice to train as a disciple, or whether I have indulged in some kind of obsession, Lan En.”

 In today’s world, it is quite appropriate to call it the end of the world. When people live in such an environment, more or less, they have to set up a thought for themselves so that they can persevere.

Conicus’ thoughts are about Onuma’s continuous master-disciple relationship, as well as the inheritance of skills.

The old crow-like conjurer raised his left hand forward again, laughing.

“Don’t feel like you owe me anything, it’s just the most basic magic fire. For me, it’s easy to create a flame. You can have multiple apprentices, but I make a lot of money here.”

Seeing that Cornicus still persisted even after knowing where he was going, Lan stepped forward and stretched out his left hand.

In the flame that was swaying out of thin air, a small flame separated, and then transferred to Lan En's palm.

Lan En felt a heat on his palm, and then the heat almost jumped up his arm along the blood vessels in his palm.

 Finally spread from the arms to the entire torso.

Strange supernatural power surged into the body, and the super-organs operated by the Space Marines were briefly busy for a while.

 The vitality of the gene seeds, the second heart, and the chanting glands begin to increase, causing the body temperature to rise.

 This is the self-regulatory ability of the super organ taking effect.

Mentos digitizes this process and presents physiological indicators to the subject’s retina.

 But immediately, it seemed that the cursed fire had little effect on the physical level, and even improved the coordination between the super organs and ordinary organs in Lan En's body.

 The series of internal reactions lasted less than two minutes.

 On the outside, Lan En's skin turned slightly red, then quickly calmed down, as if it was illuminated by the light of a spell fire.

 As Lan En’s left hand tightened, the fire in his palm extinguished.

This is considered to be the catalyst necessary to release the spell - the fire of the spell.

Just like a staff is needed to release magic, a holy bell or amulet is needed to release miracles. It is a necessity for the spellcasting system of this world.

 “Oh, it seems you have mastered it. Very good, your talent is very good, isn’t it!”

Conicus chuckled happily, and then handed over a book bound by scattered parchment scrolls.

 It’s said to be a book, but it doesn’t even have a binding line.

"This is my Onuma spell book, which records the spells of Onuma. Since you are leaving soon, I can't teach you at any time, so just read it yourself. But I have to remind you, apprentice."

Cornicus was satisfied with having a disciple, but then he smiled meaningfully and admonishingly.

“The so-called magic is the worship of flames. Exploring more mysterious flames will be very beneficial to your magic practice. But you must also remember that you need to be in awe of flames.”

“The origin of spells in the past, Izaris, was destroyed by the flames generated by itself. It was most likely caused by [Chaos], the twisted flames of the ancient gods, [Witches of Izaris].”

“The flames at that time distorted life, and a deformed race of demons was born from it. The witches themselves were also distorted by the flames, and they were miserable.”

 After the serious warning, Cornicus turned into a laughing person again.

“Ah, it’s so satisfying to have a new apprentice and hand over the Fire of Spells and the Great Swamp Spell Book!”

“Although we are leaving, we will always come back, apprentice? Don’t slack off in your practice. When you come back, Master may find some new spells. We will learn from each other by then.”

"Of course." Lan En bowed slightly and saluted Cornicus, and the old magician also bowed casually in response, "If there is a chance, of course."

 Conicus and Siris, as rare living people in this era who have maintained their sanity, were not rejected when Lan entrusted them to Leonard.

 After all, manpower is precious, not to mention that one is a spellcaster and the other is a knight of the Kingdom of Twilight.

 Time becomes blurred as the flame wanes.

But later, Gwen Aviya in the Netherworld Church still used the crystallized holy bell left by Lan En to solve the harm caused by the white dragon's crystallized knowledge to the Son of God.

The team in the Deep Church began to pack up their things and set off for Irushil, the true home of the Sunshine Princess.

Under the dim and ambiguous sunlight, in the back hill of Lothric, in the ashes cemetery connected to the Fire Sacrifice, a heavy sarcophagus was opened from the inside.

 A hero of Ashes, wearing simple but sturdy knightly armor, sat up from the sarcophagus.

 The fire in this world has gradually extinguished, but the king's shadow is nowhere to be seen.

Someone has to hunt down the firewood king, bring back the firewood, and pass on the flame.

{【Miracle·Return of Thunder and Lightning】: This is a miracle that can only be granted to the Son of God when he is also the Pope.

No matter what kind of thunder, it can be returned intact while jumping flexibly without touching the ground. Serving Thunder is one of the manifestations of ancient authority.

 It is not a miracle that it is versatile, but it is now being passed down as a ‘status symbol’ in a larger sense.

 This is a story near the end of the old age, before the God-King took the throne, or even before he obtained orthodox legal principles.

It is said that it was a very long time ago. }

 (End of this chapter)