Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1227 1209. Crossing the Rift
"Aha!" When talking about the fact that his past works had been tampered with, Berengar immediately became excited. "You mean we can go to the world you've been to? Great!"

"Show me what character can put his hands on my craft!"

There is no doubt that Berengar now identifies more with his identity as a blacksmith than with his identity as a demon hunter, which he had long since abandoned.

Lann and the others were free to tease Berengar about his failures as a witcher, but they had to be much more careful about their words when it came to his blacksmithing skills.

'Entering the celestial conjunction' and 'entering a familiar world through the celestial conjunction' are two things with completely different levels of danger.

Moreover, in that world, Lan En even received help with equipment, which shows that the attitude towards him was quite good.

This is even better news.

So Berengar immediately put aside his previous uneasiness and began to get ready.

Berengar simply shook off his clothes, which were completely soaked and still dripping with water.

He also realized at this time that if he wanted to go to another world through the celestial sphere intersection rift, then this place could only be Black Tern Island.

And there must be a goddess on the island who made a promise with Lan to watch over the rift.

But the old demon hunter's attitude towards this matter was much more relaxed than Tishaya's.

First of all, his research on gods and beliefs is far less in-depth and far-reaching than that of Tishaya.

Secondly, in the wandering lives of demon hunters, solving troubles everywhere, they have indeed seen many so-called "gods".

Like the forest gods and land gods in some small places, these "gods" are often local spirits.

Sometimes when they see a witcher, they tremble with fear.

Of course, there are also deer-headed spirits or other types of tough guys who can really mobilize the natural and land forces of their location.

However, this type can be negotiated or dealt with through loopholes. Although most of the time the demon hunters will take a detour in front of them, they will not stand there and wait to die when there is really no other way.

So Berengar's mentality was still relatively stable at this time.

The old demon hunter smoothed back his M-shaped hairline to prevent the water flowing down from his hair from covering his face.

Three people, a cat and a unicorn, under the familiar guidance of Lan En, walked towards the former Dagon Temple on the other edge of Black Tern Island.

It was early morning when the sun was just rising. The sunlight shone on the surface of Lake Vizima, reflecting the waves like broken gold.

At the same time, a thin layer of mist accumulated on the lake surface at night makes the light more psychedelic.

However, after approaching the former Dagon Temple, they immediately noticed that there was a holy light appearing there, which was different from the sunlight.

From the outside, this light looks exactly like the morning sunlight, but in their subjective perception, it is completely different.

This strange sense of dislocation made Tishaya and Berengar a little confused for a moment.

But Qilin, the fluffy ball, and most importantly, Lan En, blinked in sync when they saw the light.

The kirin's ruby ​​eyes, the fluffy ball and Lan's cat eyes all blinked together.

"I seem to have seen this light somewhere before, meow?"

The fluff ball scratched his whiskers with his little paw and mumbled uncertainly.

They all felt that the light looked familiar, especially Lan En.

The corners of the demon hunter's mouth twitched. He had a vague guess in his mind that was not very reliable, but it shouldn't be so unreliable, right?
Continuing to walk forward, several people stepped on the marble slab under the water, with their ankles submerged in the shallow water where lotus leaves and lotus flowers were floating.

The Lady of the Lake emerged from the twilight.

The water gushes upward in a manner that defies the laws of physics, until the waves form a throne on which the Lady of the Lake sits.

The real god, whom they had previously only known from legends and Lan's words, appeared before Tishaya and Berengar for the first time.

Although neither of them was nervous, they still bowed their heads slightly as a polite gesture of respect.

A god who guards a permanent rift where the celestial spheres meet is undoubtedly a good god to this world.

The Lady of the Lake also remains gentle and all-embracing, sitting on the throne of waves with a divine smile.

This image is undoubtedly excellent, but Lan En has become completely accustomed to it, or rather, he is not likely to be affected by the Lady in the Lake's "little acting skills".

He knew that this goddess was actually very approachable.

"So, you didn't go and quarrel with Lady Galadriel, did you, ma'am?"

The young witcher asked calmly, tilting his head and resting his finger under his chin as he looked at the Lady of the Lake.

"This light power is very recognizable. It is a holy feeling that only the elves of Arda possess."

The wave throne, which was composed of constantly surging waves and dynamic structures, paused for a moment after hearing these words.

The Lady of the Lake had learned from Lann exactly what had happened to the Lady Galadriel when he had just returned from Arda.

Then he said that he would personally go to find this old friend whom he had met long ago.

"It wasn't a quarrel!" The Lady of the Lake suddenly corrected Lan's words seriously, as if discussing a very important issue. "We reminisced about the carefree days of the past, and in the end tried to determine who played the leading role in this friendship in our memories, that's all. Yeah!"

After saying this, as if to increase credibility, the Lady of the Lake pinched a lock of her long dark green hair and twirled it between her fingers, nodding vigorously.

"So, did you come to a conclusion after the discussion?"

Lan asked, tilting his head. The Lady of the Lake sighed.

"I can't help it. Galadriel is still the same. She looks gentle, but actually has a strong personality. She refuses to admit that I was the one who took her out to play when we were young."

"Oh." The young witcher nodded first, then pointed at the lady's hand with concern, "Your hand, ma'am. The holy light is overflowing from it."

"Don't worry about such trivial matters!" The Lady of the Lake naturally buried her glowing hands in her dark green hair.

It looked like he was tidying his hair, but in fact, when he took his hand out, the holy light emanating from it disappeared.

"Tell me, the Chaos Magic Tide hasn't arrived yet, but you came here early, and brought two friends with you. What happened?"

The trick of changing the subject is very obvious, but also very practical.

Immediately, Lan En spoke up and told the story of the Tyrannosaurus in the Pontar Valley.

"The celestial spheres meet, and that's the reason why we're here, isn't it?"

After listening to this, the Lady in the Lake did not express any strong opinion, but just sighed.

After all, small-scale celestial conjunctions happen from time to time, but this time it brought with it a creature like the Tyrannosaurus Rex, which is extremely aggressive and has a very wide range of impact.

"I understand." The Lady of the Lake nodded to Lan En on the wave throne and to Tishaya and others behind him.

At the same time, a drop of crystal clear lake water slid from the palm of the lady in the lake onto Lan's raised hand.

"Once you have found a good location, crush this drop of water, and I will teleport the body of the Tyrannosaurus Rex over there."

In fact, when she heard Lan En bury the conical crystal in the body of the Tyrannosaurus Rex, she already knew Lan En's plan.

So there is no need to say more.

After handing the water droplets that served as cross-world positioning and notification functions to Lan En, the Lady in the Lake waved her hand gently without even turning her head.

Then, the roaring bear head pendant on the demon hunter's neck began to shake, and the celestial sphere intersection rift rose from the lake outside the Temple of Dagon.

Cracks like broken mirrors floated over.

Tishaya looked at the crack with the curiosity of a researcher, but Berengar didn't care much about it. He just rubbed his hands and tightened his big bag containing Smaug's dragon scales and dragon skin.

Lan En walked forward, stepped on the splashing lake water and stood in front of the rift where the celestial spheres met.

He pulled out the elven beacon from the alchemical leather bag at his waist and waved it in the air like broken glass.

Immediately afterwards, the scenery on the opposite side changed rapidly according to the recorded world coordinates.

Both the Qilin and the fluff ball were excited, and their bodies were twisting unconsciously in excitement.

Lan En held up the slightly glowing elven beacon and stood next to the celestial sphere intersection rift, leaving the main passage.

At the same time, he tilted his head towards inside, motioning for others to go in.

Leading the way were the Kirin and the Flannel Ball, who were returning home, followed by Berengar, who was soaking wet and in a mess, but had a confident expression on his face.

Tishaya walked in while looking at the glowing stone in Lan's hand, as if she was observing the interaction between the elven beacon and the celestial rift.

The witcher nodded to the Lady of the Lake, then walked in himself holding the elven beacon.
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I felt dizzy, and the feeling of passing through the intersection of celestial spheres was actually stronger than the portal.

But Qilin is not so resistant to this feeling.

In the final analysis, no matter how fast Qilin's [Lightning Flash] is, it cannot cross the world on its own, and the dizziness of crossing the rift between the celestial spheres is necessarily uncomfortable for it.

But within a world, Qilin was very confident in its own speed, and the dizziness caused by the portal was unnecessary discomfort for it.

It cannot be generalized.

The previous moment, it was the morning at Lake Vizima, with the air moist and pleasant, and the faint fragrance of lotus flowers and lotus leaves.

But the next moment, when everyone came out
"Sigh~"

The corners of Berengar's mouth twitched, and he raised his hand unconsciously, building a canopy over his eye sockets with his palm.

"What a hot sun! Is this a desert or Gobi?"

The feeling under everyone's feet changed from water just reaching their ankles to soft and dry sand.

An intense burning sensation invaded from the surrounding air, disturbing their bodies that had just come from a cool lake.

"Ah! Is this the Great Anthill Wasteland, meow?"

The fluffy ball that ran over first had its little triangular ears fluttering as it looked around.

(End of this chapter)