Chapter 957: Chapter 939: Gwendolin
"Thank you for your hospitality, Your Eminence."
MacDonald’s physique was no different from the ti of Profound Church, like a round, potato was placed on a bigger and rounder potato.
"The flesh of the moon aristocrats is indeed delicious. Even their final tremors of life bring more joy than those of the common folks."
"But I must say, the master has been anticipating the ’main course’ for a long ti. This is certainly worth celebrating."
"Of course," Shalivan agreed calmly.
"The forces of Cold Valley have been dismantled by
almost completely, now no force can threaten the great Elderidge."
"Please bring him from his hiding place. The ’main course’ is already on the table."
Archbishop McDonald simply wiped his mouth, then dragged his round body away into the distance.
As Shalivan watched the back of this departing White Sect Archbishop, the corners of his mouth under the mask slightly lifted.
Elderidge prophesied the arrival of the Deep Sea Era and accumulated power to survive those difficult tis.
Undoubtedly, the Fire Age has reached its end.
Smart people should always find a retreat for themselves.
Elderidge will beco the god of the new era because of this special profound power.
To serve the Divine Beings, and in the process beco stronger and benefit, Shalivan is all too familiar with this model of action.
And all too skilled.
Even though the Fire Age ends, he is confident he will survive and... ensure that the god of the Deep Sea Era is ’served’ so that he cannot do without him.
Even to be controlled by him.
But within all these plans, there are things not quite appropriate, so small noises.
Among those who ’serve’ the Divine Beings, having one is the best.
Too many followers only dilute power, becoming burdens.
Shalivan fiddled with the luxurious gold and silver bracelets on his arms, watching with great interest the distant back of MacDonald.
Although the number of bishops brought out from the Profound Church was far less than he expected, causing so issues with his arrangents.
But it could also be seen as a good thing, at least... he would encounter less resistance when cleaning them up.
He just waits for MacDonald to bring Elderidge into Yanorlund’s chamber and finish off Gwendolin. These White Sect heretics will be entirely useless to Shalivan.
Instead, they beco obstacles in the power struggle.
The fewer who serve, the more Elderidge, the god of the Deep Sea Era, will rely on him, cannot do without him, and ultimately be controlled by him.
Finally glancing at the deep and magnificent ancient palace, Shalivan chuckled lightly and turned to leave.
He did not want to stay nearby when Elderidge ’dines’ and loses control.
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"...?!"
Riding on the back of the Qilin, the Half-Dragon Girl’s hand wrapped around Lann’s waist. But during their progress, Lann suddenly felt a chill from nowhere.
Just like during the ti when the world plunged into lightless darkness, countless carnivorous insects crawled out from the darkness within his body, gnawing at him from inside out.
This was the call of so kind of power.
Lann inexplicably had this realization in his heart.
Elderidge has started moving!
"Qilin, leap directly ahead! Speed up!"
The Demon Hunter patted the horse’s neck, signaling it.
The Qilin snorted loudly in response, spraying hot white mist from its large nostrils.
The muscles tightened, the Ancient Dragon of the New Continent accelerated even more!
"Ugh~ why are you..."
Bouncing along brought You’Er Xia to instinctively hold tighter around Lann’s waist, asking with confusion.
But before she finished asking, Lann’s slightly heavy voice rang out.
"I can feel... Elderidge is very near! That profound darkness!"
You’Er Xia imdiately fell silent and then tried even harder to use her mory to find a shortcut to shorten the ti.
Even if it’s only a portion of the Old Divine Capital that was relocated here, the ruins of Yanorlund are grand and magnificent enough.
The Gothic architectural style carries a somber grandeur, with towering buildings that mostly have no railings, directly leading to cliffs.
Further enhancing a sense of peril.
During their journey, they passed through a hall, in the center of the circular hall were three empty positions, but there were only two statues standing in size match.
In Rosalie’s mory, Lann had seen the statue occupying the middle empty position.
It was a robust old man with lush flowing hair and beard, Wuxin King Gwyn.
The statue on Gwyn’s right was a voluptuous, hooded, beautiful woman whose lower face showed only a gentle smile.
The left side was entirely empty as if a statue had been removed.
Logically, a statue of Gwendolin, the inheritor of the Divine Race, should be placed here.
But now ti is tight, and Lann no longer has leisure to delve into this mystery.
Heading all the way up, according to You’Er Xia’s guidance cross-referenced with Leonard’s intel, the forr Sunshine Princess, now Rosalie.
The royal bedchamber is situated at the highest point of these ruins.
Shalivan has pressured You’Er Xia and the remnants of Ilyushil nurous tis to make concessions, but actually has only revealed that ’Gwendolin is placed in an abandoned church.’
There are countless abandoned churches among the ruins.
Every god has their own church.
Thus, You’Er Xia doesn’t even know the exact location of her brother.
However, when Lann arrived near here, the darkness within him, which beca active due to proximity to Elderidge, brought him clarity.
The man-eating Wuxin King is moving upwards.
The answer is already clear.
The Qilin’s hooves tread the grounds of Yanorlund, untouched for tens of thousands of years, as a stairway ahead ends at a majestic and cold palace.
Without dismounting, You’Er Xia instructed Lann to charge directly upwards.
Silver Knights patrol the steps; these Divine Era Knights, who solely regard Gwendolin’s orders as paramount, appear in these long-abandoned ruins, further proving Lann’s correctness.
And You’Er Xia now sits behind Lann, ensuring these knights pose no hindrance.
"The main gate is closed!"
Lann hastily reported the situation, and You’Er Xia responded without delay.
"Turn left, there’s a side door!"
The Demon Hunter’s intuition grew stronger.
The darkness was becoming more active!
Elderidge was approaching, though not yet in sight, that repulsive figure akin to a pool of tar, the atmosphere of the scene was entirely under that profound power’s influence.
Involuntarily, a feeling of viscosity, filth, darkness pervaded, like being sullied by foul sewage.
It seed as if both light and shadow were polluted by sothing, obscured by a filter.
Inexplicable murmurs began to appear by Lann’s ear.
"ntos, can you shield ?"
The Demon Hunter, while suppressing the inexplicably stirred anger, panic, and other negative emotions, inquired of the bio-intelligence system.
"Attempting... I can slightly adjust vision and hearing, but the final effects stem from a deeper level, naly ’hidden darkness,’ impossible to completely eradicate, sir."
"Understood, suppress it as much as possible, I’ll manage."
The Qilin dashed through the side door into the palace.
It evaded a Giant Blacksmith who was either inherently non-hostile, or not hostile due to You’Er Xia’s presence.
Ascending several staircases further brought them to the palace’s main hall.
Entering the grand bedchamber before them revealed a desolate scene.
The once magnificent marble pillars were weathered, flaking with stone debris, the once neat surfaces now pitted.
The floor no longer held large, flat stone slabs, but was littered with scattered debris.
Tall, slender windows opened along the palace walls, cold moonlight slanted down, dust danced within the light beams, hanging white gauze fluttering in the wind.
"Who is it?"
Unclear if due to excessive frailty, the voice from the royal bedchamber felt indistinct in gender.
At least, Lann couldn’t discern imdiately.
Until You’Er Xia lost her composure, calling ’brother’ as she rushed forward.
Lann dismounted, seriously cautioning the Qilin: "Elderidge is very close, stay vigilant."
The Qilin nodded solemnly, its ruby-like eyes reflecting seriousness.
When needed, it proved reliable.
Subsequently, Lann followed You’Er Xia’s steps, advancing toward the upper level of the royal bedchamber.
It was a massive bed, and upon it lay the fabled [Shadow Sun], [Dark Moon God].
Weak and weary, pale long hair disheveled and spread out, eyes nearly devoid of light.
And from beneath him, instead of legs, extended several serpent-like limbs.
However, these serpents lacked a sinister, cold-blooded vibe, instead emanating a sacredness akin to the cold moonlight.
Similarly, Gwendolin’s appearance didn’t allow Lann to imdiately discern gender.
Lann’s face, though dazzlingly attractive to an almost uncanny extent, still unmistakably indicated—this was a man of presence.
Gwendolin’s face bore a subtle beauty, even his reclining form exhibited grace.
"You’Er Xia?"
Gwendolin’s previously lifeless gaze shifted sideways, spotting the Half-Dragon Girl rushing toward the bed.
"How co... cough, are you here? Shalivan said you’ve already organized the Dark Moon Sword to support Losric... cough cough, who is this?"
"Brother." You’Er Xia replied directly without elaboration. "Shalivan has already exceeded his duties, rebelling against the gods!"
Upon hearing this, Gwendolin initially did not move his gaze, continuing to regard Lann with an unusual look.
Eventually, he turned with so difficulty to his sister.
"Shalivan is loyal and wise, how can you denounce him to this extent?"
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