Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 155 Showdown
Late at night, Valyrian halls.

The glow of the magic energy lamps sprinkled on the ebony floor, reflecting a warm and misty luster, and the wind and snow blew up outside the window at an unknown time, blowing on the glass surface and making a soft rustling sound, even if you look out with poor eyesight Even if you go, you can only see the boundless darkness.

Lucia sat quietly in the living room with his chin propped up. In front of him was a plate of cold barbecue. The shiny silver knife and fork were still placed on the edge of the plate as they were when he left, without moving at all.

At the door more than ten steps away, Guerrell poked out half of his head from behind the door frame furtively, observing the situation of His Highness. Egg Kiss leaned against the wall on the other side with his arms folded, and lowered his head. The voice said unhappily: "I think His Highness is annoying enough today, why would anyone want to make him even more annoying!"

"What do you, an idiot with nothing but force, know?" Guerrell gave him a disdainful look, and said with a look of resentment: "I didn't see you coming out to help His Highness when Priest Fuer was here. He left and didn't know how to go with me to find Priest Lance to comment, what's the use of your highness raising you, it's better that Shirley can at least relieve the boredom!"

The little fox was dozing off on the side, but when he heard this sentence, he jumped up, first raised his chin at Eggerkiss, and then bounced to Guerrell's feet, waving With a big tail like a flower, she happily rubbed her trouser legs.

No - you are His Highness' shadow beast, do you really think this sentence is a compliment to you?
Eggerkiss couldn't help but turned his head and rubbed his twitching temples. He really didn't want to see these two bastards whose combined IQs couldn't make up a normal human level.

What else did he say to help His Highness? He sighed in his heart. After all, he felt that His Highness was not angry at all, but rather sad or disappointed.

In the past few days, he has personally witnessed His Royal Highness fighting against the Eternal Queen, King Elden, the Golden Prince, and even countless gold nobles from the old and new parties. His Highness did not have the slightest cowardice or fear.

But this time is different, Priest Foer originally occupied almost the same important position in His Highness's heart as Priest Lance, otherwise His Highness would not be so happy when he heard that he came to visit - but he is not at all like His Highness trusting him Trust Your Highness like that.

Aegis quietly looked at the back in the living room. He once thought it was a young and immature lord who needed him to protect him at all costs. After so many ups and downs in Darth and Rodel Lake, he found that His Highness is far stronger than he imagined.

At every moment I noticed, His Highness was rapidly absorbing the nourishment for growth from various channels, running forward with all his strength, as if there was some unspeakable horror and disaster chasing him behind him, and that The slightly thin back at the beginning of Dao also became tall and majestic in a very short period of time, and even tried to protect them all under their wings.

However, at this moment, he once again read the long-lost loneliness and loneliness from that figure.

He is no stranger to this feeling—as early as half a year ago, when the elders of Sky City were arguing about whether His Highness would go to the Golden King Capital, Egg Kiss, who was in charge of guarding outside the hall, had seen His Highness from afar .

At that time, he did not choose to stay with the elders who turned against Yingtian, but sat on the top of the thousand steps in front of the Sky City Library with a thick copy of the chronicle of the ancient dragon dynasty, staring blankly. The space-time storm that connects the sky and the earth in the center of Fam Yazra, and the vast starry sky beside the storm.

Maybe what can hurt him is never the conspiracy, slander and calculation of outsiders, but the misunderstanding and betrayal only in the most defenseless place, facing the least defenseful family members?

When he was struggling with how to go in to persuade His Highness and help His Highness resolve a matter or two, Egg Kiss suddenly heard a heavy muffled sound from outside the hall, as if the ground under his feet shook a few times.

He glanced at Guerrell, motioned her to take care of His Highness, and immediately turned around and ran out of the hall.

Lucia also woke up in an instant, quickly got up and took his own dragon scale knife, and at the same time expanded his mental field to perceive the external situation-this perception was not important, the outside scene immediately made him stunned.

On the snow-covered training ground, Sister Lance was recovering from the dragon state in a stream of light, and the figure who was thrown by her collar on the ground, almost smashed the floor tiles into a big hole with his forehead. Fall Sanks less than two hours from here?
He immediately ran to the outside of the hall, followed by Guerrell holding Shirley. Not long after, he ran into Egg Kiss who had rushed back. Judging from the latter's expression, it was obvious that he had just suffered a great mental shock.

"Your Highness, that..." Aegis stuttered for a while, and finally straightened his tongue, and said, "Priest Lance, please take your weapons and go to the training ground. Take two people."

Lucia was stunned for a moment, and then re-feeled the fluctuations of divine power in the spiritual realm. Sister Lance's divine power was as dazzling as a blazing sun, while Fur Sanks was much weaker than in his heyday, even worse than himself current level.

Combined with Eggers' words, he seemed to suddenly understand Sister Lance's intentions.

When a group of people arrived at the training ground, Lance Shanks was standing in the center of the field. The light of the golden tree shone through the snow on her silver hair around her waist, reflecting a dazzling brilliance. Fursank Si Ze stood behind her with his head drooping, not even daring to look in Lucia's direction.

"You're here." Lance Shanks smiled at Lucia.

She came to Lucia's side, reached out to help him brush off a few snowflakes that fell on his shoulders, and said in his ear, "I've already taught him a lesson, not to help you—but he deserves to suffer this time." lesson."

Lucia's heart warmed, and she was about to say something, but Lance Shanks continued: "But it's not enough."

She took a dragon scale knife from Lucia and rubbed his hair, "Furr will never betray Sky City, he is just too proud to be blinded by his own assumptions, and this will become his Obstacles on the way forward for myself, and even the entire Gulong Dynasty."

"So, please beat him cleanly. Only in this way can he realize what kind of mistake he has made."

Lucia raised her head, looked at her gentle and firm eyes, nodded after a moment of silence, "I understand."

Lance Shanks smiled gratifiedly, turned around and threw the knife to Fuer Sanks, saying: "With your current strength, you can compete with Lucia, Foer, use all your skills, if you don't want to lose too much Ugly words."

"Me?" Fur Sanks' eyes widened. He thought that his sister was just taking him to see Lucia's cultivation situation, at best adding a competition with several flying dragon warriors, but now let him play in person?
He looked at Lucia who had already walked towards the open space, scratched his head and said, "Your Highness, my sister has sealed [-]% of my power, but I still have the level of when I was a hundred years old. Isn't this a suitable comparison?"

"Sister," he turned to Lance Shanks again, "If you insist on me competing with Your Highness, at least seal off [-]% of my power, otherwise even the basic divine power will not be equal, what's the point of the competition—— "

Fur Sanks was suddenly stuck in the middle of his words, and a violent and domineering mental coercion surged to the extreme, almost making his heart beat a beat slower!
He twisted his neck stiffly and looked forward. During the changing light, silver-white dragon scales covered the boy's body, and his face was covered by towering dragon horns and bone armor. The dragon power exuding from West Asia is like a tsunami sweeping across the world on a stormy sea, so terrifying that it makes people feel desperate.

"No need, Priest Foll," Lucia sighed softly under the hideous and gorgeous bones, "Why are you so sure that what you can't do in 100 years, I can't do in half a year? "

(End of this chapter)