Chapter 771: A Bunch of Elves Started Awkward Dancing with Pontiff Sulyvahn

Unlike the Undead Legion of Farron, the second Lord of Cinder, Aldrich, possessed no intention of linking the fire; his sole desire was to see the First Flame extinguished.

He had even caught a glimpse of the Age of the Deep Sea that would follow the fading of the fire—an era where the oceans would submerge the land, and darkness would swallow the light.

Pontiff Sulyvahn, on the other hand, wished for the Profaned Flame to burn the world to ashes.

In short, the former believed that what was destined to come would arrive sooner or later, and thought it better to preserve himself; the latter, with his fiercely burning, dreadful ambition and conspiracies, had usurped the royal power, personally ended the last of the gods, and was wholly intent on dismantling the Age of Fire, letting the darkness consume the light.

Both were waiting for the First Flame to die out and for the darkness to descend.

To expect them to support the linking of the fire was, quite obviously, an impossibility.

Furthermore, they even encouraged more of the undead to join the Cathedral of the Deep, relentlessly invading and slaughtering those who supported the linking of the fire.

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Gradually, Kellybell finally managed to fight her way to Irithyll.

She could be seen sitting alone in a corner, and on her screen, a character holding a greatsword of the Undead Legion lured over a Pontiff Knight, and then very happily began to awkward-dance with the opponent.

After dancing one to death, she lured another over, enjoying herself to the absolute fullest.

"Doing the awkward dance, are we?" At that moment, a voice sounded from behind her.

"Oh my goodness!" She hurriedly and clumsily put away the Farron Greatsword, turned around to see Boss Fang standing behind her, and her face flushed crimson, "What are you looking at? Go away, go away!"

This man was truly something else; even though she had sat down in a corner, she was still spotted by him.

Boss Fang’s face twitched: Can you blame me for passing by on my way to the restroom?

"Fine, fine, take your time practicing."

"What do you mean take my time practicing!?" Kellybell’s beautiful face turned red with anger. As an Elven Queen, how could she possibly use this kind of...

"How can you slander a person's innocence out of thin air?"

Glancing over, she saw that Boss Fang had already walked far away.

After switching to other weapons and dying a few times, she looked around, saw no one, and quietly pulled out the Farron Greatsword again.

Tears streaming down her face, she continued her awkward dance among the multiple Pontiff Knights she had accidentally lured over, wishing only to die a few less times.

"Why is this secret realm so difficult!?"

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At this moment, Grand Elder Shilu was dozing off in front of a mountain of documents: "So tired... Just when is Her Majesty the Queen coming back..."

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Kellybell finally stood exhaustedly before the cathedral. Pushing open the doors of the cathedral at the highest point of Irithyll, she began to regain a bit of confidence.

"I refuse to believe I can't out-dance this..." Her face darkened, "Bah, bah, bah, what awkward dance?"

Just then, a group of elves crowded around, crying out in surprise: "Oh—! There's an elf here using the Farron Greatsword too!"

"So amazing!" Several other elves also crowded closer with stars in their eyes, "To think you've actually fought all the way here..."

"I've only just gotten the Farron Greatsword, how did you do it!?" an elf asked with a face full of adoration.

"I say, why do you all crowd around at the slightest disturbance?" Boss Fang, passing by, asked disdainfully.

"Is it not allowed!?" Kellybell instantly bristled. They are the elves of my house, what's so strange about them coming to watch me play?

Then she hurriedly said: "Ignore him, this Farron Greatsword is my absolute specialty. Before this, I used the Farron Greatsword to beat High Lord Wolnir, so beating this Pontiff is definitely going to be simple, alright?"

All the elves looked at the screen with faces full of anticipation: "Play quickly, play quickly!"

Quickly let us see how good your awkward dancing skills are.

They all wore expressions that seemed to say: if you dance well, you are our Queen.

"Why are so many people gathered here?"

Layton and Wilson also crowded over.

Even Saint Willy, who had only just started playing and was still suffering at the hands of Iudex Gundyr, was there.

Although Layton followed the ultra-greatsword macho style and Wilson followed the thrusting sword style, this did not stop them from spectating the elves' awkward dance.

Inside the vast cathedral, Pontiff Sulyvahn stood quietly in the center of the hall. Of the two greatswords in his hands, one burned with the raging Profaned Flame, while the other exuded the dazzling light of the Darkmoon.

The two beams of light, one red and one purple, seemed to illuminate the gloomy hall.

It was a tall, thin figure clad in decaying vestments and wearing the Pontiff's crown.

Soon, Kellybell was seen drawing her Farron Greatsword and spinning and leaping before him.

The piercing sound of breaking air followed immediately; that greatsword permeated with the Profaned Flame was like an arrow released from a bowstring, tearing through the darkness and arriving in an instant!

With fleeting footsteps and a strange twist, she actually avoided this strike by a hair's breadth in a completely bizarre manner!

The horizontal slash that followed caught Sulyvahn on the spot, making him stumble.

"Oh—!"

The spectating crowd behind her instantly cried out loudly: "So strong!"

"Hehehe, hahaha!" One strike after another, she was now extremely happy.

She even triumphantly gave Boss Fang a white eye through her in-game character.

Little did she know that at this exact moment, a terrifying black flame surged around Sulyvahn, and the branch-like giant black wings behind him unfolded, as a black shadow identical to him soared into the high sky like a fallen angel!

"Ah—!"

The elf, who was still mid-dance, let out a miserable shriek.

In an instant, she was blasted flying by this terrifying black fire.

Immediately following that, the Darkmoon sword light from his left hand shot out like a laser sword beam!

Boom, boom!

Right after, the Profaned Greatsword pierced down like a meteor!

Amidst a brilliant blaze...

On the screen: You Died...

Kellybell: "..."

"...I was just careless just now, let's go again!" Scrambling up from the bonfire, Kellybell was not discouraged.

How could it be impossible to dance him to death? The street dance greatsword is number one in the world, alright!

"You Died..."

"Again!"

"You Died..."

"..."

She was being frantically rubbed against the ground.

The group of people behind her:

"Let's go, let's go..."

"It looks pretty pathetic..."

"Boring, so boring..."

"Ah...!" Nearly driven to tears, she slammed the sword onto the ground, "This sword is absolute garbage!"

And to think I secretly practiced those awkward moves every single day! Humph!

At that moment, Owner Fang stepped forward, righteous and stern, "Just because you don't know how to wield it doesn't mean the sword is garbage, alright?"

"You can't even defeat the Pontiff with this thing!" Kaelanbern countered with even greater righteousness, "Humph! The breakdancing greatsword!"

And to think I practiced for so long!

Though everyone mocked it as the breakdancing greatsword all day, it really depended on who was using it! In the hands of Artorias the Abysswalker, it was a divine artifact; in the hands of the Farron Undead Legion, it was a lethal weapon.

And so: "You're the one who turned it into a breakdance, who else is there to blame?"

"Isn't it all the exact same swordplay?" Kaelanbern argued, completely unconvinced, "If you're so capable, why don't you try using it without breakdancing!?"

Seeing Owner Fang hesitate, she grew even more infuriated, "Are you scared? Then stop lecturing me!"

She was practically jumping mad, ready to throw punches.

Right now, most of my elves have already run off! How do you still have the nerve to make sarcastic remarks!

Even though I know you're powerful, everyone is using the exact same sword and the exact same style, can you really pull off something magical?

"Uh..." Owner Fang scratched his head, "I'm just worried it'll demoralize you too much."

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