Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 2093, 2065. Michaela

Michaela emerged from the radiance of the Gate of God and descended the steps step by step toward the center of the battlefield where they were.

His movements looked completely ordinary, and everyone present knew that Michaela was not a demigod or god who was good at fighting.

What he is showing now is not a deliberate attempt to hide his abilities.

However... the sacred golden power at the scene was so intense that it was almost impossible to breathe deeply!
Not only the God's Gate Plaza at the top of the Spiral Tower, but the entire Spiral Tower below the plaza was filled with the sounds of battle that had been shaking and exploding, the explosions and roars caused by the clash of powers between those powerful figures, the flying boulders, and the large trees growing on the tower.

Even the entire Graveyard Plains where Tower Town is located, and the entire Shadowlands!

At this moment, the intensity of the brutal killings and bloody battles suddenly decreased.

It was as if the fighting spirit of all life had become faint and distant at this moment.

All the bloodshed and misfortune in the world seem like a distant dream.

In the entire Shadowlands, it seemed that only Spiked Mountain, which Lan En and his group had seen from afar when they went to the Azure Coast but had never approached, remained. The wild, fiery red lightning on that mountain continued its incessant roar.

At the Gate of God Plaza, even the wind in the sky had stopped, but due to the surging waves of sacred golden power, the hems of everyone's clothes and strands of hair continued to flutter.

He was a tiny person, a beautiful barefoot, blond-haired boy, yet he seemed to have gathered all the light and holiness of the entire world.

Just by walking over, you can't take your eyes off them.

“Messermo, my brother,” Michaela’s voice remained gentle, yet carried an inherent solemnity and holiness. “Neither you nor the Holy War Army, have you not grown weary of this living hell?”

"The pain of sinking into darkness, the pain of seeing no golden tree in sight..."

Michaela's voice irresistibly triggered a series of memories in Messermo's mind.

The Holy War Army's arduous battles in the Shadowlands, and the sense of betrayal after being sealed away together.

People could no longer see the collapse of faith behind the golden tree. He could even regard the blindfold, which carried the sacred golden power and allowed people to glimpse a ray of golden light again, as the highest reward, and the dark blindfold that isolated the golden power as torture.

They could only catch a glimpse of a golden light... but the Holy War Army accepted it with delight, even ecstatic.

Even with the Holy War Army fighting so hard, he still dared not explore the deepest secrets and most dangerous madness of the Shadowlands.

A jumble of chaotic thoughts kept assaulting Messermo's preconceived notions, and he suddenly felt a deep-seated weariness and exhaustion.

This weakened his spirit, which had remained steadfast for countless years while he sat alone in Shadow City.

weak?

"boom!"

A dark red flame, shrouded in black smoke, burst into flame in Messermo's hand.

Beneath the winged serpent helmet, still bearing the scratches from the prosthetic blade, Messermo's distinctive golden eyes were fixed on Michaela, who was slowly approaching.

Even in such a peaceful and gentle atmosphere, his originally indifferent face was still twisted with anger like a snake!

"Who do you think you are?" His voice was hoarse, like a snake's tongue, "How dare you...?!"

You dared to make me feel like I saw...my mother?!

No one knows what kind of image Queen Marika, who specially prepared a special eye for Messermo, granted him the power and status to lead an army, yet sealed him and his army in the Shadowlands, truly held in the heart of this queen's son.

What kind of feelings does Messermo have for her?

But without a doubt, simply because Michaela stood before Messermo and the feeling of her soul having ascended to godhood gave Messermo a sense of familiarity... Messermo was already ready to kill her!

Is this Messermo's hatred for Queen Marika?

Or does he view the familiarity he feels about Michaela as a form of blasphemous hatred?

Nobody knows the answer, but that's the reality.

Under the gentle golden light, the raging Messermo fire and hostility were as conspicuous as torches in the night.

The undeniable hostility seemed to have made Michaela give up trying to persuade Messermo.

Then, with her eyes lowered but a gentle smile on her face, Michaela looked at the Witcher on the other side.

"And you, you faded one, unblessed by the blessing of gold. No..."

Halfway through her sentence, Michaela suddenly looked up at Lan En.

“O other divine being who bears the law, what is your purpose in coming here? Is it to obstruct the new law and continue to be loyal to the old law? Or is it for the law you yourself bear?”

My...law?!

Michaela's words startled Lan En.

What is he saying?
No one knows his own experiences and origins better than Lan En himself.

Therefore, when Michaela still called herself a 'faded one unblessed by gold,' Lann felt no unease.

Because in border areas, his identity has already been accepted.

But...the law?
When did I have such a thing?
The most sublime thing in this world, the Elden Ring, is the concentrated and materialized [the principle of world operation]. And what can operate on the Ring and thus define the underlying logic of the world in its own form is the [law] within the gods and humans of this world.

Lann has never even been to this world, so how could he possibly possess something that can operate on the Elden Ring in this world... wait a minute?
In that instant, Lann and Mentos quickly examined themselves. They had indeed never been to this world before, but perhaps, something about Lann could indeed be seen as the operating principles of this world, that is, the laws.

Lan En has set three goals for now.

First, there is the "aura" emanating from one's own body.

This layer of protection, specifically designed to safeguard against high-level forces, has an unusual origin.

That was in Yharnam in the nightmare, under the oppression of the ancient god Yharnam, three kinds of light emerged from Lann's body and were forged and mixed together.

The gentle sunlight from Gwyneth Paltrow, the Sunshine Princess, from the world of fire.

From the magical Middle Ages, Lann received the "Lake Light of the Five Virtues of Knights" from the Lady of the Lake before heading to Yharnam.

There's also Arondeit from Lann, imbued with the [Light of the Two Trees] in the world of Arda.

These three types of light are all powerful and advanced enough.

Therefore, this was Lan En's first reaction.

Secondly, there is something else that comes from the [body light].

Something sealed within his body by the [Body Light]—the curse of the Moon Goddess Yharnam after her death.

It was precisely to resist the bewitching allure of the Moon Goddess and the suppression of his life status that the [Body Light] was born on Lan En's body.

At the time, the Orphan of Kos wasn't even a true ancient god, but his death was enough to construct an 'early altar'.

If the death of the Moon Goddess contained a law that represented the workings of the world, then Lan En would not be surprised.

And third...

The Witcher's all-black pupils shifted to the corner of his eye, glancing to his side and behind him.

In his field of vision, the Guardian Spirit, Qilin, stood quietly behind him.

If he paid closer attention, he could even feel the hot air blowing down from the dragon's mouth and nose onto the back of his neck.

The profound yet pure power represents the power of the central Earth element among the Five Elements.

[Guardian Spirit - Qilin] After residing in Lan En's body, it usually looks the same.

— To calmly observe everything, whether novel or normal.

It almost makes one think that this is a type of guardian spirit that lacks self and wisdom.

But now, Lann was certain he saw it: He was making eye contact with Michaela!
The long whiskers of the Guardian Spirit, the Kirin, floated and swayed on either side of its mouth.

Those dragon eyes, which had always been calm, narrowed slightly at this moment.

Just like when Lan En is serious.

Guardian spirits are a special concept in the magical Sengoku period of Japan.

The upper and lower limits are very wide; powerful guardian spirits can influence cause and effect, and even transcend time and space. But most guardian spirits are just some minor monsters from legends.

But without a doubt, the [Guardian Spirit Qilin], which represents a part of the Yin-Yang and Five Elements worldview and is decorated with various iconic items from Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, is one of the highest-level Guardian Spirits.

Since it represents a link in the Yin-Yang and Five Elements worldview, then according to the theory of this world, it should indeed be considered part of the [Yin-Yang and Five Elements Laws].

Lann, who was inhabited by Him, was almost indistinguishable from the so-called 'god-men' of the local area.

However, regardless of which of the three scenarios Lan En guessed was correct, he was already thinking of many questions in a flash.

If this is considered 'bearing the law', then who are the people who can see that?

Now that Michaela, who has emerged from the Gate of God, can see through this.

So at least, did Queen Marika, King Fraldagan, and the Two Fingers of the Round Table, whom he had met, all realize it?

After they realized it, why didn't they do anything to me?
Or have they already done something that I just don't know?

Or perhaps, the reason why the guardian spirit can be identified is simply because Michaela, this divine being, is rather special?
A barrage of questions appeared in his mind, but Lan En himself immediately put them to rest.

In his current situation, he has no time to think about issues outside the battlefield.

He devoted all his spirit, energy, and will to the radiant, barefoot, beautiful young man before him.

“I have nothing to do with any laws. It may sound strange, but... I made up my mind to stop you because I saw what happened to someone.”

The Witcher watched as Michaela walked to a spot not far behind Marlene.

"You should know that person too, shouldn't you?"

The blond, barefoot, beautiful boy's expression remained unchanged: "Is it Torina?"

As she spoke, Michaela lowered her eyes and looked toward Lann's shoulder.

(End of this chapter)