People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

Soon he walked along this long passage and finally reached the end and stopped.

What caught the eye was the bridge leading to the main gate of Stonewell City. Countless broken halberds and spears were stuck on both sides of the bridge. Even the stone gate checkpoint in front was dilapidated and decayed due to wind and sun.

The city wall in the distance was still as dilapidated as he remembered, but it had been effectively repaired and looked much better. However, the holes in the wall were full of tree roots and ominous black thorn vines.

Death has already consumed most of Stonewell City.

This devastated scene looked as if it had experienced an extremely brutal war.

In fact, the same is true.

As far as he knew, the weapons stuck around were not left over from the clash between the two armies, but all of them once belonged to the Faded Ones.

The root cause of all this is the guardian of this bridge, nicknamed the Evil Omen Teacher.

【Evil omen demon】Markit.

He looks like a teacher, but in fact he is an old bastard who likes to play dirty tricks. His skillful use of the fast and slow knife has caused countless heroes to suffer.

Thinking of this, a glimmer of fighting spirit ignited in his eyes. With his hands trembling with excitement, he took out the soul-calling bell given by Lani's wife from the leather bag and shook it gently a few times.

jingle--

The crisp sound of a bell echoed in the long corridor, and a figure was summoned in a burst of pure white smoke.

The slender tentacles fluttered in the air, like a graceful dancer, and as gentle as falling leaves.

It's a soul jellyfish, the one given by Little Red Riding Hood.

"...Master, nice to meet you. I'm Krala."

The soul jellyfish floating in the air made a tender sound, then stretched out its tentacles and curiously tapped his body, as if caressing it.

But Kurara's sudden words made his eyes light up.

It turns out that ashes can talk.

I always thought he was mute.

The most important thing is that Kurala’s voice is so cute, soft and sticky, so adorable!

"...Master?"

Kurara extended her tentacles again and gently stroked his cheek. The unique soft and smooth touch immediately brought him back to his senses.

"Master, are you okay?"

"Ah, it's okay... Your name is Krala, right?"

"Yes, that's right, my master. Feel free to assign any tasks to Kulala..."

"Kurara...I will definitely work hard, Master!"

The sight of Kurara stretching out her tentacles and clenching her fists to cheer him up made him think of a cute little girl cheering him on.

It's a pity that Krala died at the most innocent age and turned into a soul jellyfish.

"It doesn't have to be like this."

Reinhardt reached out and grasped Krala's soft, slippery tentacle, then lowered it and shook his head. "All Krala needs to do is stay behind me and ensure her safety."

"Eh... Eh?! So, Master doesn't need Krala's help?"

Kurara was a little surprised, but also a little frustrated.

I originally thought that this new master summoned me to help, but in the end, that wasn't the case...

"Okay, okay, I just hope Kurara can witness this battle. That way she can help me." He touched Kurara's head lovingly.

Well, the texture is similar to tentacles, just as smooth, soft and cool, a bit addictive...

Thinking of this, he stroked it twice more and satisfied himself thoroughly.

Come to think of it, this seemed to be the first time he was so close to the soul jellyfish, except for the time in Moen City?

Although the group on the beach in Moen City is also very good, Kurala is different, and none of them feel as good as Kurala.

After all, this belongs to him.

Kurara looked very excited, as if something had just happened to her eyes. She cheered up again and said, "Well, Kurara will definitely work hard!"

"Master, please believe in Krala!"

He didn't say anything, but just touched Kurara a few more times in response.

The purpose of his doing this is very simple, he just wants a sense of ceremony.

Back then, when he didn't have Kurara, he was beaten bloody by this evil teacher for two hours. It was only when he had Kurara that he was able to officially defeat him.

So today, he wants to summon Kurara to witness all this.

There was no need to skip classes or anything like that, he was going to confront the evil teacher head-on today!

"My master, do you need Ashmi's help?"

Ashmi's voice sounded softly again, and it seemed to have a little more urgency.

"Not necessary for now, just stay here for now."

"Yes, my master..."

That sound of loss, why does it feel like a kitten or puppy that has lost its owner's love?

It's really weird. Isn't it good to have a good rest these days? Do you have to get up and curl up to feel comfortable?

After complaining a few words in his mind, Reinhardt mobilized the power of the sun to make his entire body gradually swell.

The bulging muscles and towering stature are almost identical to the [War King] Ge Fulei. If he had long hair and a beard and wore the headdress of King Elden, he would probably be the young Ge Fulei.

Ignoring the two golden secret codes at the entrance of the passage, he walked step by step towards the bridge which was paved with countless corpses and lined with countless nameless tombs.

How many faded people have been defeated and buried here?

It’s impossible to count them just by looking at them, but a rough estimate is that there are probably hundreds or thousands.

He casually pulled out a tetanus blade that had been eroded and weathered by time and waved it casually.

As the sword was swung, it made a series of wind-breaking sounds and the blade broke, falling to the ground and turning into powder.

These weapons have been completely decayed and weathered and cannot be used.

what a pity.

At this moment, the familiar words suddenly rang in his ears.

"O faded one—

One who is driven by the fire of ambition."

The old voice echoed in the canyon, and a vague figure emerged from the distant lookout tower accompanied by a faint golden light.

"You're dreaming of obtaining the Elden Ring?"

As the mocking voice fell, the figure suddenly leaped up and landed at the entrance of the bridge like a meteorite, raising thick smoke and dust.

"Then, including that fire, it should all be put out."

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and a tall figure gradually emerged, standing there like a guard of the royal city.

Holding a weapon like a wooden staff in his hand, his tall figure gives people a strong sense of presence just by standing there.

He was wearing a tattered yellow robe, had pale and messy long hair, a skinny and strange face, and even had countless strange hard horns protruding from the other half of his face like tree branches.

He was so familiar with this guy that he couldn't be more familiar with him.

If you ask the old man who impressed him the most in the circle, that person is not [Moon Princess] Lani, nor is it Teacher Seren, nor is it Xiaomu and Torret.

But the one that appeared before him at this moment, like a nightmare—

【Evil omen demon】Markit.

I will never forget it in this life.

"... is it you?"

"You know me?" Reinhardt was a little surprised.

Markit narrowed his eyes slightly, observed him for a moment, and then snorted coldly:

"Hmph, the rebel who defied the Golden Tree, the sinner exiled by Kalia, the mighty warrior of the Great War, Reinhardt... I didn't expect you to return."

"This time, you are also manipulated by the fire of ambition and want to try to get your hands on the Elden Ring?!"

With a thud, the cane in Market's hand fell heavily, and the strong wind blew away the fallen leaves and dust, which also hit him.

"So what?"

Compared to the solemnity of Teacher Evil Omen, he acted very light-hearted, as if he didn't take the other party seriously at all.

"Hmph, if that's the case... then I'll put you and the fire of ambition out here together!"

"If you can do it, then give it a try!"

Reinhardt's eyes suddenly became stern, and Market also launched an attack.

With two swoosh sounds, two daggers condensed with golden light broke through the air and attacked. At the same time, Markit also stomped on the ground and rushed over quickly.

The opponent's speed was very fast, almost on par with the two daggers.

Just as he dodged the dagger, a golden hammer fell down at the same time.

Boom——

The earth trembled slightly, and spider-web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the ground beneath my feet.

Markit's hammer was perfectly blocked by the shield of solar power he condensed.

Although his body can now withstand the sword's blows, he cannot just block moves like those of the Evil Omen teacher.

Whether it is prayer or pyroxene magic, the strength of weapons condensed by these powers is far beyond that of ordinary swords. Even a powerful ancient dragon would not dare to underestimate it.

As for Teacher Evil Omen's moves, except for the wooden staff in his hand and the huge tail behind him, whether it is a dagger, a long sword, a long knife or a giant hammer, all of them utilize the power of the golden tree and are weapons condensed by golden prayers.

This is why some prayers can entwine and concentrate power on weapons.

It is equivalent to adding a layer of sharpness buff and adding attribute attack by the way.

But then again, the power of prayer is really unreasonable.

At least the aptitude and race of pyroxene magic depend on one's abilities, just like the stupid and poorly-qualified sub-human queen could never learn pyroxene magic no matter how hard she tried.

But prayer doesn't care about this at all, just like the incarnation of the evil omen demon in front of him, who clearly possesses the power that the golden tree regards as an evil omen, but is exercising the power of prayer of the golden clan.

Really, that's a bit too unreasonable.

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"...Oh, you shouldn't be underestimated... You're truly a powerful figure who shines brightly in battle."

The look deep in Market's golden pupils was deep and solemn.

He knew very well that the man he was facing was not an ordinary faded one, nor was he one of those losers who only had the qualifications to become a king, but a strong man who truly possessed the power of a king.

Markit had anticipated that this battle would be difficult, perhaps even more difficult than the Shattering War.

But no matter what, he had to protect the offspring left by Godwin, keep this man here, and extinguish the fire of ambition, no matter what the cost!

"...We're the same, [Evil Omen] Markit... Oh no, I should call you the last king of Rodel, [King of Blessing] Mungot."

As he spoke, Reinhardt raised the corner of his mouth into a playful smile.

Compared to Market's caution, he seemed more relaxed.

But when Market heard his words, the expression on her face suddenly became more serious, and she was suddenly shocked.

"How did you know..."

"Oh my, I know more than just that. There's a lot more..." Reinhardt continued, answering the question irrelevantly. "For example, you are the second child of [Eternal Queen] Marica and [War King] Gefulei, and the younger brother of [Golden King] Godwin."

"However, due to your inherent bad omen, as the child of bad omen, your mother Marika threw you into the sewers of the royal city the moment you were born, along with your younger brother Monger."

"Although it appears to be a form of imprisonment, it is actually a disguised form of protection for you and your brother."

"Am I right, my dear Mr. Mungott?"

The smile on Reinhardt's face, his relaxed attitude, and the truth he spoke made Market's face completely gloomy, so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out.