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Chapter 222 Swinging the Sword at the Golden Tree

While Tallulah held back Markit who was blocking the bridge, the knights of Lothric also chose to board the overpass and attack the army behind the town.

The solid city wall constantly has stones and dust falling down, scraping off large swathes of moss.

Silt mixed with moss continued to roll out of the waterway leading to the sea. The tremors destroyed the delicate balance inside the drainage system and cleared the sewer that had been blocked for an unknown amount of time.

Like a creature whose digestive system has been blocked for a long time, after struggling to squeeze out the accumulated silt, a dark red liquid with a strong stench spews out.

Flesh and flesh were mixed with the remains of bones, and dirty hair was attached to the rusted railings, and then they fell into the sea under the action of gravity, and were finally swept into the ocean by the raging waves.

The bombardment of the golem and the heavy crossbow caused bursts of buzzing, and the thunder guns pouring down from the sky destroyed Stonewell's defense facilities. A knight in charge of attacking the fortress swung an iron hammer and smashed through the blocking iron gate, and was then The flail that was pulling the storm blasted away with one blow.

The whole city vibrated as they fought each other.

Since the end of the Shattered War, this silent land has not seen such a large-scale war for a long time.

There are still reinforcements falling in the sky, focusing on taking care of the exposed catapults in Stoneville City, providing a relatively safe environment for the main force below to attack. There are also scattered knights falling, as advanced combat units against those powerful combat forces in Stoneville City The Lost Knights.

The two streams of iron collided violently with the city, and then ran against each other, scattered among the various passages and passes.

The martial arts of the storm and the miracle of the sun reflected each other, and the warriors of Stonewell kept falling down, and the knights of Lothric kept disappearing in the golden light, and went to the battlefield again after a short rest.

The coalition formed by these warriors inherited from the ancient Storm King and the Golden Tree Knight brought out by Greck from Rodel is not weak.

Although the rigid soul makes their actions dull and rigid, it also gives them a fearless fighting posture.

No matter how many soldiers around him fell down, even if there was only one person left in the battle, their morale would not collapse, making it more difficult for the Lothric knights to advance.

However, although one's own offensive was contained to a certain extent, the Lothric knights who also fought out in the last days were not inferior.

Even though he had some reservations due to the nature of the battle, as Tallulah became more and more able to control the battle situation, Lothric's team steadily and slowly moved towards the position of the royal court in the inner city.

"The overall situation is set."

In the middle of the bridge linking the inner city and the outer wall of Stonewell, Tallulah put away her sword blade, and looked forward with her fiery eyes, Markit, who had been fighting against her for a long time.

There were several cracks in the bridge, and there were scars all over the bridge. At the beginning, it stood on both sides of the bridge. Those faded people who were executed were left behind. The weapons used to deter those with evil intentions were also melted and poured onto the ground. In the big and small cracks.

"It's really not to be underestimated, as expected of the ancient dragon family."

The body was a bit illusory, and seeing that Tallulah had no intention of attacking, Markit was slightly taken aback, feeling a lot of the power of the dragon, and put away his attacking stance.

He is not the main body, but just an external incarnation. Now that his power is exhausted, his body is constantly emitting light powder, and it seems that he is about to dissipate.

Looking back at the iron gate of the inner city, there are already idle Lothric knights converging on the corpses of the recovering warriors.

The unblessed sons of ominous omen received intensive care and were not killed. Now they are tied into twisted twists and squatting in the corner dejectedly.

"Whoo~"

Markit heaved a sigh of relief, at least the other party didn't come here to kill them all.

"In the distant past, the ancient dragon war has passed for a hundred years. Why did you do this? Do you want to break the contract and restore the rule of the dragon clan?"

"It's not me who is in charge of all this."

Talulah has long been used to being always regarded as a dragon by people from other worlds, and she can't cut off her own dragon's horns and tail.

"Ok?"

The corners of Markit's eyes twitched. Is there anyone in this world who can command the Dragon Clan besides the long-gone Gold Godwin?

"Sorry I can't—"

'Tell him it is. '

The voice from the Fireproof Woman sounded from the bottom of Tallulah's heart. She had been watching the battlefield just now.

'Miss Su'er, have you been watching? '

'Yup. '

The fireproof girl smiled, and glanced at Ashes who was still fighting back and forth with the furnace knight.

'After all, you still need to worry a little more than us. '

'Sister Su'er! '

'Okay, okay, let's talk about business first. '

The fire prevention girl was still smiling.

"Give me a hint, the Lord came in in the morning."

Tallulah shrugged her shoulders in the face of the fire-proof woman's stiff change of subject.

She would also like to have a chat with this ominous omen in front of her. After all, after fighting for so long, this Markit is not a despicable person. Since the fireproof girl agreed, that would be even better.

In the battle between the strong, personal will is usually brought into one's own strength. The holy attribute displayed by this Markit is noble and magnificent. Although the initial image is not very good because of its appearance, as long as it is You can see that this is a good guy after the fight.

"Is that so—so it is."

Markit chewed on Tallulah's words, and then remembered the convoy that entered town that morning.

As the one who controls Rodel, he naturally knows that what the fireproof woman said is a lie, and he has felt the breath of the strange law from this lady who is the leader of the team.

But because the other party acted politely and didn't intend to make trouble, Markit just pretended he didn't see it.

It is not surprising that the owners of the law are in Rodel. They are called gods, and Markit knows four of them. They have the qualifications to compete for the position of God, and most of them are on the periphery of Elden's power struggle for various reasons. .

Without the assistance of a person with a kingly personality, it would be impossible for a man of God to replace the Golden Law.

It's just that I didn't expect that this god-man actually had the power that had already formed.

"It seems that we have to be enemies."

If the people around him are like this ancient dragon, they might not be able to become the king of Elden.

Taking a deep look at Tallulah, he judged so.

Markit believed in the golden tree, because the golden tree brought order, even though he never enjoyed the benefits of this order, but had a miserable childhood, but this did not prevent him from trying to save money to maintain this order , to guard the lives of others.

Markit knew that he had no chance with the King of Elden, but he still decided to protect the royal city and the rule of the Golden Tree. He felt that he had the obligation and the ability to protect it. He hoped to maintain order.

It is what he hopes to maintain the prosperity of the royal city.

Looking at the borderlands, he couldn't see a better country than the one ruled by the Golden Tree. Rodel's prosperity before the ring was broken could not be faked.

His current selfishness is to hope to change the boundary's discrimination against bad omens, and then wait for the return of the real King Elden.

"If you want to replace the law of gold, then show the power that matches your ambition."

The object of allegiance determines each other's positions. Since the unknown opponent is in the law and has already swung his sword to the Golden Tree, Markit, who is maintaining the rule of the Golden Tree, stands on the opposite side.

"That's natural. When the Lothric Legion arrives, don't be scared out of your wits."

Talula replied on behalf of the fire prevention woman.

The borderland, I know everything. I have stayed here for a while, but I know that the high-level people here don’t play with you. If you want to do something, you have to have a big fist first.

Strength is the reason for being king. If you want others to agree with your law, you must first let them agree with your fist!

"Hmph, Rodel blocked the ancient dragon, blocked those rebellious officials and thieves, so naturally he can also block you."

Markit leaned on the sword vigorously, but the wooden blade did not penetrate the ground as usual, but began to dissipate after bursting out of a crack.

"Enjoy the fruits of victory that belong to you, but be careful, the biggest threat to this city is not the golden king."

Secretly despised Greco, who hadn't seen his face during the battle and didn't know what he was doing. As the light powder spread, Markit's body became thinner and thinner.

"Inform your God for me, I will wait for your arrival in Rodel."

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Chapter 223 Fireproof Girl: Whose group is the Paladin, kick it!

Fallen leaves brought messages from afar.

The shade of the tree that covered the sky dropped its leaves, exuding a golden soft light, flying up and down under the influence of the overlapping wind whirls between the branches.

Floating across the silent city, passing through the buildings made of white marble as the main body, there are huddled dignitaries. Compared with their compatriots as far away as Stonewell, from time to time, there are perfumers who pass by to help them clean up the accumulated leaves on their bodies. Not a lot.

Between Wangcheng Boulevard, the majestic road that separates the upper and lower floors of Rodel is now quite crowded.

Countless exquisite carriages and goods were cleared and placed on both sides of the road, stacked on top of each other, expensive jewelry and moldy grains were wrapped together, and they were lying on the side of the street, all of which showed that the city had already lost the ability to digest these goods.

Mottled golden tree banners hung on the city walls, and knights in gorgeous armor still performed their duties.

Starting from the majestic gate with remaining arrows, along the road paved with snow-white marble bricks, the most loyal guards of the Golden Tree stand like statues, letting the fallen leaves fall and stain the luxurious cloaks behind them.

Quiet and solemn.

This is the ancient capital Rodel standing under the golden tree.

In front of the platform where Elden's ring was seen, several noble seats stood upright, and the luxurious throne guarded in the center attracted countless heroes and golden princes, symbolizing the throne of King Elden .

In the past, the Blessed Golden Sons gathered here to fulfill the duties of their bodies under the administration of King Elden.

But now, there is no one on the throne, only a Son of Omen in a plain gray robe standing quietly here.

He closed his eyes slightly, facing the golden tree, just standing on the ground like an old monk in meditation.

The wind blew the tattered robes, and the fallen leaves finally fell, among the twisted branches of the Son of Omen.

Markit opened his eyes.

"Are you awake?"

In the air behind him, a blurry black figure suddenly appeared, and a deep female voice came out, appearing somewhat distorted like her figure.

"Ah."

Simply nodding his head in response, Markit immediately said, "Let Skaven come to see me."

"Yes."

The shadow disappeared immediately, and not long after, a tall knight in pure black armor set foot on this area that used to belong exclusively to the royal family.

Night Cavalry, belonging to Markit's personal soldiers.

"Your Highness, are you looking for me?"

The Night Cavalry subconsciously glanced at the throne. The crown was still there, and a lot of golden fallen leaves had accumulated. Then, as expected, he was disappointed, then took off his helmet, and bowed to Markit.

Your Highness, what a wonderful title. This title has been associated with the royal family since ancient times. It is hard to imagine that such a title falls on a son of evil omen who is regarded as a taboo under the golden law.

As for Rodel today, the only one who is qualified to be called His Highness is probably the Blessing King Mengget who maintained the order of the Golden Tree during the Shattered War.

"How's the investigation into the events north of Galid?"

Noticing the sight of the Night Cavalry, Mengget frowned involuntarily, turned around, covered the exquisite crown, and completely exposed his ugly appearance under the light.

Except for a very small number of existences, no one knows that the ominous ghost Markit who shined brilliantly in the Rodel defense battle is the same person as the mysterious Blessing King Mengget.

"It has been clearly described."

The Night Cavalry took out a scroll. They were not only the army directly under Mengget, but also acted as the eyes and ears of Mengget.

"let me see."

After taking the scroll, Mengget spread it out.

The scroll is nothing more than about the recent strange situation of Gelid, and a brand new force that appeared there.

After all, the scarlet land was once again covered by lush forests, and the beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth not long ago attracted the attention of many beings.

"It is actually able to suppress the scarlet corruption, and even the corrupt family members can get a place. Do you advocate tolerance? It is similar to Mikaela."

Knowing what Gelid looks like now, Mengget murmured, then got rid of the inexplicable thoughts in his heart, shook his head, and continued.

"Send the order to gather the Golden Legion, and leave Gemir Volcano alone."

The Night Rider looked puzzled.

"Someone will take care of it for us, the next thing we have to do is to concentrate on dealing with their offense."

After a brief explanation, Mengget asked immediately: "How are the soldiers outside?"

"The princes of all parties are very honest and did not make any moves. Except for Gelid, we lost a colleague, but his life should not be in danger."