Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 886 868. The profound belief in infection (3000)

Originally, Lan En thought that his direct kicking of the wooden door leading to the hall would have caused quite a stir.

The Profound Church is a quiet religious place, and people in this world generally don't talk much.

Therefore, in this hall with a high dome and an empty interior, even the sound of people walking can echo in the building and float far away.

However, there have been more and more wandering souls outside recently, and their roars and screams can also be faintly heard.

However, the architecture of the Deep Church is majestic and solid after all. After these sounds are heard, they are as inaudible as the sobs of a dying person, leaving only some chilling aftertaste.

But contrary to Lan En's expectation, the noise he made by kicking the door was actually not that big at all in the current scene.

"Clang!"

In front of the deep church hall is a wide platform, and in the middle stands a statue of a god covered and wrapped in red cloth.

After the statue of the god, there is the deepest room built in the entire deep church.

And now, from the deepest room, a large ball of black mud is piling up from inside!

And with just a slight flutter of its own weight, it directly smashed the solid high platform into a gravel pit!

The base of the tall red-cloth-wrapped statue sank crookedly into the gravel pit.

From Lan En's perspective, the black semi-solid substance with rubble and debris still stuck on it, the ferocious tentacles were clearly reaching out in the direction of Rosalia's second floor, eagerly extending out!

The two leaders, Klimt and Leonard, were first attracted by the loud noise to the edge of the terrace where they were, and looked down.

The moment he saw the large puddle of black mud, Klimt's face flashed with horror. The main reason why Leonard is so inconspicuous is due to the silver mask on his face.

But when he pressed his hand on the railing, his leather gloves suddenly made a friction sound with the stone railing.

"Ready to fight!"

The shouts coming from the first floor of the Deep Church caused Klimt and Leonard to turn their eyes to the side for a moment.

That was Lan En who was coming towards them.

"No one in the entire Netherworld Church is a Fire Sect! They are all bewitched by the power of Netherworld!"

Lan En had already issued a loud reminder, but on the second floor terrace, Klimt and Leonard did not respond immediately.

In fact, when they saw Eldridge, the true form of the legendary [Secret Saint] and [King Xin], the two of them were really shocked.

But then, the two of them suppressed this emotion very well, and saw the priests coming out behind Eldridge.

"The bell rang and it was normal for Eldridge to wake up."

The White Archbishop obviously had a clear understanding of Lothric's fire-passing procedures, so Klimt was able to explain it to Leonard beside him.

"And the priests of the Netherworld Church originally had the duty to escort Eldridge to the Fire Sacrifice after he revives. It seems that there is no problem at the moment."

In fact, not every salary king voluntarily passes the fire, such as Eldridge's situation.

In order to ensure that these involuntary salary kings would not cause any trouble during the fire-passing ceremony, Lothric would often send the powerful Lothric Knights to follow and pass the fire together.

This is not only to build up the amount of souls for the initial fire to burn, but also to use force to ensure that those salary kings will not do bad things in the end.

It is a link that ensures the perfection of Lothric's fire transmission procedures.

Therefore, every time the fire is transmitted, the Lothric Knights will send out groups of Lothric sword and shield knights, gun shield knights, great sword guards, clergymen, and other powerful knights in formations to follow the King of Fire to burn. .

These knights were reduced to ashes after the ceremony and were buried in the Ashes Cemetery on the cliff behind the city of Lothric.

So now it seems that although the Eldridge in front of him is as horrifying as the legend, in fact, on the surface, he does appear to be following the procedure.

"And this guy." Leonard glanced down at the demon hunter who was rushing towards him with a frown on his face.

"He has been too close to the other two archbishops during this time."

"It's hard to tell whether he wanted to provoke us to take action first, and then lay the groundwork so that the two archbishops over there could use it as an excuse to eliminate us."

During this period, the other two archbishops not only opened the door to Lan En, who was 'hungry for knowledge'.

It seemed that they wanted to dismantle the small team serving Rosalia from within. They showed kindness and generosity to many people in the team.

And to this day, it is true that many people who were originally organized by Klimt have left the team at some point and have never appeared on this terrace again.

This is the end of the world when the first fire is extinguished. It is completely normal to disappear without even saying hello.

Lan En clearly sensed the distrust between the two people above.

"Don't be stupid! Those bishops and priests are not escorting prisoners at all. Didn't you see that there are no traces of battle on their bodies? Is Eldridge a salary king who can just walk out and be burned after saying a few words?!"

When Lan En figured out the logic in a very short time, it obviously shocked Klimt and Leonard, who originally relied on inertial thinking and thought everything was following normal procedures.

But then, they immediately realized that what Lan En said was right!

"defense!"

Klimt's mouth under his gray beard suddenly opened wide, and you could even see the hole in his throat while roaring!

"Close the door of the goddess, and the outer iron gate! Close them all! All!"

Now on this terrace, there are only the maggots who worship the goddess Rosalia and the warriors who stayed behind because of their desire for the 'rebirth ceremony'. There are not many others left.

After Klimt shouted, the maggots immediately took action.

They crawled hard, trying to do their best for the goddess.

Leonard also immediately began to organize the remaining warriors.

He himself also drew the crescent curved sword and a shield.

"Look, the food is starting to move."

Archbishop Macdonald said to Archbishop Louis next to him, holding his belly and laughing.

"It will definitely taste better if your blood circulates before you eat it."

Louis glanced sideways at the brother.

He served because he was intoxicated by his master's profound power, but Archbishop Macdonald and his group of fat priests were different.

They even inherited the cannibalism habit of the Nether Saint, and in this decadent and depleted world, they ate themselves up like drowned fat pigs.

"Oh, there is another kid who is thirsty for our knowledge."

Archbishop Macdonald, like a loving old priest, looked at Lane in the hall who approached the second-floor terrace from the other side.

But at the corner of his mouth, there was clear and sticky saliva shining.

The fat tongue instinctively stretched out his lips and licked them all around.

"What a pity. He is a beautiful and good boy. But now it seems that he has completely failed to take into account the truly precious knowledge."

He was still a little aggrieved.

"It's a shame that I arranged the books in order of depth for him. [Deep Asylum] is the first such simple story."

"It doesn't matter, he will be eaten by his master anyway."

Archbishop Louis said calmly.

The church of Netherworld is full of their people, and the belief in Netherworld is contagious. No, in this world where the first fire is weak, this kind of belief is literally contagious!

When some remnants of deep knowledge emerge from Eldridge's coffin.

When Archbishop Macdonald, who was responsible for pouring the blood of the undead, discovered the extremely deep sediment of humanity in the deep lake containing the dark blood.

The profound knowledge and belief swept the entire church. Red cloth, candlelight, and statues of gods... none of them could stop the priests from sinking.

Now there is a large group of wandering souls outside that can tear people alive, but if you run outside, you may not be able to survive.

But the young man chose to run in and all the way upstairs was blocked.

Being blocked by a salary king.

It’s simply courting death!

Leonard, who was upstairs, no longer doubted Lan En's intentions at this time.

He held his sword and shield and stared at the balcony while shouting without looking back.

"Find another way, Lan En! Don't be so stupid."

Before Leonard could even finish the word "Come straight over", there was a sudden "click" sound coming from the stone railing beside him.

The face with the silver mask twisted to the side, under Leonard's stunned eyes.

Coupled with the drag of the rope mechanism, Lan En's [Light Body Technique] was used, and it was like a huge eagle rushing towards him!

He turned over neatly and landed on the ground, and the hook lock device integrated with the arm armor on his left hand retracted the rope.

"You are..." Leonard looked like he was seeing a ghost more than when Eldridge called him just now. "How did you get up here?"

"Here and now? Are you talking about this?" Lan En rolled his eyes angrily. "Are you afraid you're joking?"

"S-That's true."

Leonard blinked and tensed up again.

It was not just Leonard who was shocked by Lan En's series of actions. The bishops behind Eldridge also made a surprised noise.

Then, seemingly led by the angry Archbishop Macdonald, the priests raised the candlesticks in their hands, and the candles on them began to expand and fire!

Dense fireballs streaked through the air, leaving trails behind.

But on the terrace, it is not without resistance.

The maggots also took out their own magic catalysts, and then began to recite the stories taught by the angels.

A double-pronged spear composed of white light formed in front of the maggots, and then projected downwards.

These double-pronged spears look exactly like the ones in Klimt's arms, and are accompanied by snow-white feathers falling down.