Medieval Empire Soldier

  Chapter 10 X. Hidden Chaos Sect

  Laylen reluctantly took out a handful of silver coins, carefully counted out 10 coins, and handed them to the old priest.

   "Maintenance of books is very expensive. This kid has ruined several of my books. If he doesn't accept it, he will feel bad about it."

   He said solemnly to the gray-robed acolyte beside him: "This time it is Lailun who will protect you, and next time, there will be no mercy. Do you understand?"

   "Yes, teacher." Luther Huss breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Why don't you thank others? Have you forgotten the code of conduct as an acolyte?" The old priest snorted and reminded.

   "It's not necessary, it's not necessary." Laren smiled and waved his hand: "Hurry up and go to the morning class, it's about time."

   Being able to relate to such a future legendary hero makes Laren wake up laughing from his dreams.

  The acolyte in gray robe did not leave, facing Lailun with firm eyes, bowed solemnly, and said loudly: "Thank you, Your Excellency Lailun."

   The old priest who was standing on the side waved his hand: "Hurry up and copy the teaching ten times today as punishment."

"Yes."

   "Also." The old pastor stopped him and handed over the book in his hand: "Take these three books and come to my prayer room on Sunday."

  Luther Hus opened his eyes wide and looked at Priest Zeis, as if he had received a great reward.

   "If there is a question that I'm not satisfied with the answer to, you won't want to rest in the next festival." Zeis said sternly.

"Yes!"

   Looking at the figure of the grey-robed acolyte leaving at the end of the church corridor, Lailun was unable to return to his senses for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

  As an acolyte, Luther Huss has such a firm attitude, showing a calm personality everywhere, no wonder he will become a prophet-level figure of the Church of Sigmar in the future.

  Heroes are always different from ordinary people. With their innate temperament, they are born leaders.

   "Boy Lallen, what's wrong with you? Do you feel bad for those silver coins?" The old priest stepped forward and patted Lallen on the shoulder, jokingly said, "I borrowed this money from you, and will return it to you when I come back later."

   "No need." Lailun shook his head: "If it's a guarantee, it's a guarantee. I always think this acolyte will be very powerful in the future."

   "Where did you see it?" Zeis asked suspiciously.

  Lyren almost revealed the secret of the system.

   Fortunately, the old pastor didn't pay much attention to it, and immediately changed his words: "I saw his first intuition, and his name, I seem to have heard it somewhere."

   "His name, that's true." Zais nodded, and the two continued to walk along the corridor to the interior of the church.

"Last winter, this child stood alone at the door of the church on a cold and rainy night." The old pastor recalled: "Later the paladins who were inspecting found him and took him to me. At that time, the child was wearing clothes on his back. She was wearing a single coat and ragged linen pants, soaking wet and shivering."

  " I asked him "What are you doing standing at the door of the church? ", he said, "I want to read."

"I've never seen a 16- or 17-year-old child with a sharp look in his eyes, so I left him in the church to be an acolyte." The old pastor smiled silently: "It seems that at that time, it was not the case at that time. It would be great to take this child and send him to the White Wolf Church to become a White Wolf monk."

   "What about his name? Luther Huss, did you give him that?" Lallen asked.

   "Of course not, he picked it himself."

The old pastor pushed open the small door at the end of the corridor and continued: "It's not very convenient to call him an acolyte, so let him choose his own name, who knows that this little guy found the "Characters of the Church of Sigmar" on my bookshelf , combining the names of the two popes who reformed the state religion, "Adelaide Luthor and Boris Huss."

   "Reformer?" Lyron thought of what the future Luther Huss would do.

  Fate really likes to joke around.

  The long queue at the door entered the church in an orderly manner. Everyone in the queue received a small piece of bread and a bowl of gruel. These are the sacraments distributed by the church for free to show the state church's care for the people.

  Other churches do the same. For example, the Church of Serena, the Goddess of Mercy in Bray Town, draws out a few poor patients every month and gives them free medical treatment.

Stepping into the church, you will see the five-meter-high statue of "Human Emperor" Sigma, wearing a golden laurel crown, Kong Wu's powerful arms holding the divine hammer "Gail Maraz" high, deterring all the enemies who come to invade the empire .

  There are countless sacred artifacts and offerings in front of the statue. Every year on Sigma Day, the people of the Empire will spontaneously go to the nearby Sigma Church to bathe in the baptism of the soul with the most devout faith.

Laylen stood at the end of the farthest aisle, watching the old priest Zeis in front of the statue spread his hands, chanting scriptures, and praying for everyone present. All the acolytes and clergy stood in a circle around him, bowing their heads. Read scriptures.

  Lyren noticed Luther Huss in the inner layer, his expression was very firm, and his every move seemed to express some kind of lofty respect and belief.

   With the old priest's last sentence "For Sigma, for the Empire", the daily prayer service ended.

  The crowd in the church gradually dispersed, and Lallen followed the procession out of the church door and stood on the steps.

  The paladins train in the square in front of the church. Most of their weapons are two-handed warhammers or one-handed cones. In terms of willpower and combat power, paladins are often much stronger than the local town defenders.

  Some churches were built in dangerous places, and the paladins stationed in them were all battle-hardened, and their bravery left behind epic stories in the hearts of the people at the bottom.

"Layen, you don't seem to be paying much attention to prayer, it wasn't like this in the past." A familiar voice sounded beside Laylen, the old priest wore a white sacrificial robe on his shoulders, which symbolized the status of a white bishop. Ranked fourth in the Church of Sigmar.

   There are also black robes, red robes and gold robes, representing cardinals, archbishops and popes respectively.

   "Nothing, I adore Sigma more than anything." Lallen shrugged, lying blushing and heartless.

  Although there were gods in the medieval world, for Lailun, the help they gave was not as good as the system on his own, and he didn’t need to be so deeply trapped.

   But making good use of the power of religion is also a sharp blade.

  The old pastor saw Laren's randomness and reminded: "Religion is not absolute, it is absolutely not piety, boy Laren, this is not a joke, some people are the same as you said before they fell into chaos."

   "Come with me to the prayer room, Laren, I need to trouble you with something." Zeis greeted, motioning Laren to follow him.

  The sturdy Sigma Church also often takes into account the defensive role. The interior design is very complicated. The result of being unfamiliar with the terrain inside is to be led astray.

   There is no priest to guide or even identify the direction.

On the third floor of the church, Pastor Ze opened a wooden door. Zeis’ private prayer room is very simply furnished, with a single bed, wardrobe, desk, a table and chairs for guests and prayer mats, among other things , on a hanger in the corner hangs a battle priest's plate armor covered with knife marks and axe.

   There is also a warhammer on the side of the weapon rack. The hammer body is coated with weapon protective oil. It seems that the old priest is very interested in this weapon.

  Layen then remembered that the former Zeis was a battle priest of the Church of Sigmar.

  Like that set of plate armor, the war left countless hidden dangers on him. These problems forced Zais to be unable to go to the battlefield and had to be a missionary priest.

   This is also the biggest regret in his heart.

   "Zais, just tell me if you have anything, and I will do my best to help if I can." Laren sat down opposite the desk in the prayer room and cut to the chase.

   "I really need your help with something, Lallen."

   "Well, tell me."

  The old priest pondered for a while, and then said: "Laylen, Lord Leif of Bray Town, you know."

   "Leif An Luo first." Laylen nodded and became serious: "Your affairs won't have anything to do with him, right?"

   "It's really related to him." The old priest didn't hide it: "I need to go to the lord's castle tomorrow."

"why?"

   "The whole thing is very strange, and I know very little information." The old priest said with a serious expression: "From the current situation, this matter has something to do with the Chaos believers."

   "Can it be related to Chaos believers?" Lallen suddenly became interested.

   When it comes to the Chaos believers in the Empire, they can be described as diverse.

   Hidden beneath the surface, the Chaos sect spread to every corner of the empire. From the decadent and depraved sect of Slaanesh in Altdorf, to the secret shrine of Khorne beneath the Imperial camp of Nur, the faith of Nurgle spread among grateful plague survivors, to the power-hungry who offered sacrifices to Tzeentch , there are few classes of society that are not affected by the corruption of the forces of destruction. They can offer some gifts to anyone who is dissatisfied with their destiny - and this implies almost all human beings, whether in the Empire or in a foreign land.

   The size, strength, purpose, and membership of the various Chaos sects vary widely, from conspiratorial groups in the heart of the Empire to entire villages that secretly embrace Chaos. Scholars, politicians, priests, craftsmen, peasants, soldiers, and almost all other professions can be corrupted by Chaos, often recruiting companions to expand their power.

   In fact, many Chaos sects have a public agent in good standing operating in society that they operate behind the scenes. Many have joined the sect of Chaos masquerading as a legitimate group, unaware of the horrors they have entered. Some Chaos sects work to overthrow the imperial social system, attracting revolutionaries and demagogues with great slogans, while others simply satisfy the **** for power, or simply enjoy the endless pleasures that Slaanesh has to offer.

   Once believers form a sect, it is impossible to speculate on what it will do next. This cult tries to protect its own existence, but it would be nice if it could gather a lot of new blood. Minority sects may take complete control of a town or village, lure local noble forces into secret collusion, and make them pawns in a conspiracy drawn up by wizards.

   Once this situation develops, the Cult of Chaos becomes extremely dangerous, as it holds the lives of many of its citizens and enslaves them to a corrupt fate. In this case, the Chaos sect can act recklessly with impunity, kidnapping others on the streets as dark sacrifices, and erecting a large number of desecrated shrines under the eyes of the authorities.

"Three days ago, Lord Leif's younger brother, that is, the city defense chief, Claire Anluoxian, came to the church secretly in the middle of the night that night, and asked me to send the holy artifact and holy water from the church to Leif tomorrow. The lord's castle." The old priest said slowly.

   "I also asked the reason, but Krill didn't really want to answer, only said "Someone in the castle saw the Chaos Demon at night"."

   "Chaos demons? Can't they appear in the mortal world?" Laylen narrowed his eyes and spread his hands: "So let me go to the castle with you tomorrow and wait until the night to kill the demons?"

   "Zais, you think too highly of my strength. I'm having a hard time facing a big horned beast. Isn't it pure death for me to kill a demon?"

  The old priest shook his head and said in a serious tone: "No, I don't need you to kill the demon. No matter if it's true or not, I'll see it tomorrow. But first of all, the holy artifact and holy water in the church can't be sent to the castle in an open and honest manner."

"why?"

   "Based on my many years of experience, this time there will be a lot of things involved. By sending the holy relics in the church in a grand manner, we are telling those people in the dark that we know their plans, and this will only lead to a more dangerous situation."

Zeis continued: "Of course, these are just my judgments, it may be a false alarm, but it's better to be careful in everything, I can't guarantee whether there will be fallen ones among the acolytes and clergy, and neither can the paladins. Totally believe that, so Laren, you are the most suitable to send the relic in."

   "That's why I asked you for help."

  Lyren stared at Zeis for a while, weighing the pros and cons in his heart. Although he has more time, he can consider the matter of sending the letter slowly, but he can be involved in an unnecessary threat, which is a troublesome thing after all.

  Lyren took a deep breath and said, "No problem, I promise you."

   "The most rewarding thing, let me have a good meal tonight. Is it reasonable to prepare a room in the church?"

   "Of course." Zeis nodded in agreement: "But you must be careful during this time. There have been many stalkers near the church recently. I guess that group of Chaos believers may have gotten some wind."

   Living in a church and having a shift of paladins, Lallen didn't need to worry about that.

The reason why   Lyren agreed is because Luther Huss is here. If you want to recruit this legendary hero in the future, frequent contact is necessary. Improve the relationship between the two parties first, and then consider things later.

After   , Lallen spent the whole day at the Church of Sigmar, training with the paladins.

   Ask for tickets and collections!

   (end of this chapter)