Elden Ring: Atai vows to have a perfect ending

Ola Ola Ola Ola——

Without the protection of his helmet and now that I was close to him, the dung eater's face was hit repeatedly with his fists behind his shield.

Finally, I punched him in the cheek with all my strength, sending the dung eater flying and falling headfirst into the corner of the wall.

"······cough."

——He is still conscious, worthy of being a heavy armor warrior.

However, even the dung eater was unable to move after suffering such an overwhelming attack. It could only lean against the wall, breathing weakly.

I took a few breaths, walked over, kicked away the fallen sword of Miros, and squatted in front of him: "Even if you lock yourself in the armor made to imitate the Son of Evil Omen, you still can't change the appearance of that person."

The other person's face was bruised and bloody from my beating.

But those eyes still stared at me with great hatred.

I sighed and continued, "To be honest, I don't understand why you want to become an evil omen so much, and I don't have any sympathy for you. After all, for true sons of evil omen like Tron and Teacher Mungert, it's hard for them to survive... And you, to be honest, are just causing trouble for them... The so-called hotbed curse seems to be just a simple torture. The uncle who was implanted with the curse died and could not return to the tree, nor did he turn into an evil omen."

“······You, what do you know about me?”

"Yeah, didn't I say it at the beginning? I really don't understand anything." I said coldly, "I only know that you are just a coward."

"・・・"

"Putting on a strange set of armor is a bad omen? Then why don't you try to implant the curse of the hotbed into your own body? Isn't it said that that can also turn it into a real bad omen? Now, isn't that thing in your hand? Don't you dare?" I questioned.

The dung eater also remained silent, but there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"For those of you who long to become a bad omen and are even twisted by it, I dare say that you don't understand the Sons of Bad Omen at all... If you really understand them, your armor shouldn't look like this... Although Tron and the others are named bad omens because of their horns, they will never pull out their horns with their own hands. And your armor is the appearance of the bad omens with their horns sawed off, and it describes their pain all the time." I took out a small bottle from the blessing backpack, which was the small medicine bottle that Servais gave me a long time ago.

"This bottle of medicine can make you completely forget the past, and also make you forget your own distortion." I put the bottle of medicine in front of the dung eater. "So, make your choice! Become a bad omen in your own way, or forget everything and start over?"

After saying that, I stood up, giving the coprophagist time to choose, and went to the crowded passage of Miranda's flower to pick up the taboo helmet.

“Hmph, uhhhhh——” Suddenly, the screams of the dung eaters erupted from above, “Defile! Curse! I... I am the true son of evil omen! I, I will eventually curse this world, this unjust world... Let everything be defiled by me!”

——In the end, did you choose to implant the curse of the hotbed into yourself?

I climbed back up the stairs and found the dung eater lying on the ground, motionless. Blood bubbles kept coming out of his big mouth and the corners of his mouth were torn apart by something.

——It should be eaten, the curse of the hotbed.

He couldn't help but sigh. Although crazy and cruel, this guy finally chose the path of fighting as a warrior, even though that was an evil way... He didn't fall for it. So this small medicine bottle couldn't be used for the time being. It was a pity that he couldn't give Servais a big surprise.

I put the coprophagist's helmet back on him, sent him back to the cell, and closed the door.

However, I remember that I need to stuff the Coprophagna with five hotbed curses before he can hatch the corresponding cursed Great Rune... and in reality, it is quite troublesome to remove the hotbed curse. I need to have some medical knowledge and perform surgery.

Well, actually, I don't have any use for the cursed Great Rune of Restoration in my plan, so there's no need to collect it specifically.

The most important thing is that in this way, when Roderica returns to the Round Table Hall, she won’t have to worry about the violent aura of the dung eater.

A small incident was resolved.

When I returned to the ground, the border area had already fallen into night.

By the way, tomorrow is the day when Mongette will take me to dive to the deep roots of the golden tree. Now it's time to tell Lance Shanks about it.

After all, her brother Forsanx was there... although she didn't know if there was any way to save him.

He rode out from the back door of the Royal City of Rodel on horseback. When passing by a nearby pond, he spotted a faint fire by the pond. When he looked over, he saw that it was indeed the "rogue" Brother Xia.

After a brief greeting, I felt hungry, so I went to Brother Xia and bought half a pot of crabs.

Although I had solved the dung-eater's branch quest in advance, I still reminded him to be careful. Then I rode on Torret to look for the "ancient dragon" Lance Shanks again.

Now, my reputation as the Great General of the Snowfield Expedition seems to have spread throughout the Royal City of Rodel. The soldiers guarding the city gate behind the outer wall recognized me at a glance and opened the gate for me without saying much.

Walking along the side path, soon, I heard the sound of thunder.

I rode my horse all the way to the top of the Thunder Hill.

The area looked empty, and it seemed that Yura had passed the ancient dragon's test and left to find Eleonora.

"Lance Shanks!" I shouted the ancient dragon's name on the top of the mountain, "Hey, the big ancient dragon Lance Shanks——"

No one responded.

······Is he out? Or is he sleeping? It's impossible that Eleonora came back here and defeated Lance Shanks.

I rolled my eyes and cast a prayer - Lance Shanks's Dragon Thunder Shelter.

"Roar--"

As expected, a dragon roar was heard from the high wall of Rodel.

A ray of white light flashed in the sky, and the ancient dragon Lance Shanks flapped his wings and landed safely.

"Long time no see, Lance Shanks." I took the initiative to step forward and say hello.

"Son of Man, it's you." Lance Sanx tilted her big head proudly as always, looking at people out of the corner of her eyes, "I heard that you have served the King of Blessings, and I also heard that you have forgotten me in the wilderness. What is the reason for coming here today?"

"You also know that I'm going to lead a team to the snowfield." Speaking of this, I couldn't help but sigh, "Well, to be honest, I don't know how to lead a team to fight... By the way, does Lance Shanks want to come with us? By the way, we can also go to see Vic. I have news about him."

“…” Lance Sanx thought silently for a long time. Perhaps she saw my smiling face, so the arrogant old dragon slapped the floor and scolded, “Don’t cross the line, son of a man! You don’t need to worry about my affairs.”

"Then you don't need to worry about the other thing I promised you?" I said with a smile, "I found your brother, Fulshanks."

"Oh?!" Lance Shanks lowered his head.

"He is indeed still with Prince Godwin, guarding the deep roots of the golden tree where Godwin was buried." I didn't keep him in suspense any longer.

"No wonder, I can always feel the power of Forle, but can never find any trace of him... Why doesn't he come with you?" asked Lance Shanks.

"The reason is complicated." I couldn't say it clearly. Lance Shanks's brother has transformed into a dead dragon in order to protect Godwin and help bear the power of death. "... Tomorrow, I will dive into the underground of Rodel with Teacher Mungert and go to the bottom of the deep roots. Lance Shanks, do you want to come with us?"

"Of course!" Lance Shanks said without hesitation.

I also hope that Sister Long can persuade her brother well, maybe there will be a chance of turning things around.

"However, the entrance there is relatively small. It may be difficult for you to get through in your current condition..." I hadn't finished my words yet.

"This is easy to handle."

After Lance Shanks finished speaking, a dazzling golden-white glow shone from her body, which was even brighter than the sun and made it impossible to open one's eyes.

In the light, Gu Long’s figure became smaller and smaller.

After a while, as the light faded, a slender, graceful and elegant woman appeared before his eyes.

She seemed to be wearing a white long dress, and the pair of wings hanging down from the sky covered most of her body, leaving only a big tail swinging outside. Her face was still the same as when she was a long-haired girl, except that it was several sizes smaller.

As if because of my undisguised scrutiny, Lance Shanks's golden eyes showed a hint of impatience: "What's wrong, Son of Man?"

"Hmm? Oh...it's just that you've become a little different from the dragon girl I imagined." I explained everything.

After all, from the otaku's perspective, he thought that Lance Shanks would become a dragon girl with a human face and horns on her head like in the anime.

However, if you think about it carefully, the ancient dragons are the only ones who are supreme. In their eyes, ordinary people are a group of people who are inferior to themselves.

Therefore, it will naturally not take the initiative to downgrade to what I want.

"Well, Lance Shanks is still as beautiful as ever, holy and dignified, like a new..." I wanted to say the bride, but I quickly stopped myself and changed the subject, "like the eldest princess of the dragon."

"Hmph, do you need me to tell you?" Lance Shanks said with a hint of contempt, but his tail was wagging happily. "Let's go and meet the King of Blessings. I will also go to the deep roots."

——What an impatient person.

"By the way, what were you eating when you went up the mountain just now?" Lance Shanks suddenly asked.

"······Hey, how did you know I was eating? No way, you were watching me, right? Lance Shanks." I was shocked. I was indeed eating crabs while climbing the mountain.

"But, he is just someone who suspects the intruder."

······Since you've seen that it's me, why do you still insist that I use the Dragon Thunder Protection before I'm willing to come out? Why?

I couldn't understand it, so I sighed and reluctantly shared the crabs with this arrogant ancient dragon, as a reward for her assistance in the next few days.