Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 883 865. Purification (3000)

Klimt said, ‘This is the only way to do it’.

Lan En didn't understand what he was going to do at first, but then he understood.

Klimt had people take out many wedges from the Deep Church, which were basically as thick as an average person's arm and more than one meter long.

Then, he waved his hand to summon the giant who was waiting in the church.

Although he is now being sidelined by the other two archbishops, it is still no problem to use the giant slaves as long as the orders do not conflict.

Klimt and Leonard first asked people to carry the goddess's chariot into the room.

The room was already covered with fiery red cloth.

But this room seemed to have a deep, dark temperament because it was tall and deep, and the fiery red fabric became much dimmer here.

The believers have placed many cribs in this room, and even cribs are suspended from chains on the ceiling.

This seems to be an ornament that believers feel can bring comfort to the goddess.

Use a crib to comfort the pain. Is Rosalia orphaned?

Lan En put down the last crib next to the huge door of the room, straightened up and looked at the goddess who fell on the bed in the deepest part of the room.

She still seemed to be clinging to her sadness.

"Come out quickly, it's closing."

Leonard stood outside the huge door and greeted Lan En.

The witcher nodded and retreated.

"We can't let the goddess see the rest."

Leonard and Lan En worked together to close the door.

In terms of thickness, this door actually has the same specifications as the door of Yousui Church, but it is not as tall.

"Even if Rosalia is so heartbroken, she probably won't like what we are going to do next."

After closing the door, Leonard clapped his hands and spoke calmly.

"There is no way, she just can't see anyone suffering. But that's why we love her and do everything for her."

"what are you saying?"

Lan En looked at Leonard in confusion, not understanding what he was planning to do.

But then, there was a sound of wind above their heads, followed by a sound like sharp spikes popping bubbles.

"Pfft".

Then thick liquid dripped down the wall. The liquid was blood red.

Lan En looked up and saw the giant hand that was stained red and was being retracted.

On the wall, the twisted and plump body of a maggot man has been nailed to the wall seven or eight meters high with a wedge.

Blood trickled down the walls like spilled paint.

And the maggot man nailed to the wall, with his mouth twisted like a melted candle, was still chanting prayers, and his hands were clasped in front of his chest.

If he had not come into contact with these maggots before, Lan En would have no feeling about this, because the maggots look more like monsters than monsters.

But Lan En had contacted, talked to, and even had a good time with one of their group.

He knew that these maggots also had their own personalities and expectations, and hoped to become better through the rebirth ceremony.

They are not monsters they are people performing rituals.

"What does it mean?"

Lan En, who looked up at the maggot man on the wall above his head, suddenly spoke calmly.

But this calmness is different from the logical and slow manner in the past. He is now so calm that it makes people feel chilly.

Apparently, it was Leonard who was next to him who felt this the most.

The goddess knight wearing a silver mask was even stimulated by the coldness and subconsciously grasped the hilt of the crescent curved sword at her waist.

But he soon released his weapon.

The silver mask turned to Lan En, with only the eyes showing surprise.

“Ha, I didn’t expect to see a ‘good person’ in this world?!”

"This is really the first time I've seen people like you with my own eyes."

"But don't get angry with me. You want the goddess to recuperate here safely, in this room contaminated by Eldridge. Red cloth alone is not enough. That red cloth cannot suppress the deep darkness." Use blood!”

"Fresh, flowing blood."

As he spoke, the voice above the two of them sounded again, and another maggot man was nailed to the wall by the giant's hand.

"We are followers of Rosaria, and at this point we are ready to give everything."

The maggot man who had just been nailed still didn't struggle. He just put his hands together and began to pray.

Lan En turned to look at the others.

Klimt watched this scene quietly, as did the other maggots.

It seems that this is a conclusion that can be easily reached without discussion or discussion.

——They want to wash the goddess’s residence with blood.

On the wall where the gate was located, a total of six maggots were nailed at equal intervals by the giant.

Their blood was drained, staining the huge walls red.

Red symbolizes [fire], and fire can protect the world and dispel darkness.

Although this platform is now filled with the smell of blood, the original gloomy and inexplicable atmosphere has indeed dissipated a lot.

Lan En pursed his lips, but couldn't say a word.

A nation that survives in a difficult environment always seems to end up with many habits and characters that other nations regard as "cruel".

And that's still in an overall world environment.

But now Lan En once again deeply felt what kind of world he had arrived in, a veritable 'world of decline'.

In such a difficult world, it is difficult for people to regard other people's lives as their own. Of course, they don't actually care about their own lives.

In a world where death, curses, and madness follow each other, death itself seems too ordinary.

Belief, persistence, agreement. Too many things are more important than 'life'.

Lan En couldn't fault anything.

After all, judging from the looks of Klimt and Leonard, if they really needed to hang up, they wouldn't hesitate at all.

——

After settling the goddess first, Klimt also placed the accompanying convoy personnel in the Deep Church.

Some of these people were recruited by him on a purely employment basis, and most of them were determined from the beginning to become the servants of the goddess.

After all, after a goddess finds a place to rest, she should have someone to serve her.

Soon after, those who originally stayed in the purification chapel also assisted the priests in completing the purification ceremony and rushed to the Netherworld Church.

Lan En looked and saw that Gale was not among them. And Sirius looked like he was about to draw his sword and strike with one of them.

It was the wandering knight who looked quite fierce, with yellow lightning wrapped around the battle ax on his back.

Not only did Sirius look frosty, but as he walked behind Sirius, his gloomy and cruel eyes looked as if they were about to be cut directly from behind.

If he wasn't in the spotlight now, maybe this guy would actually do this.

"What's going on with you two?"

Lan En should be one of the few people in the team who can talk to Sirius, because he has made it clear that he does not want to become a believer of the goddess.

Others find it difficult to resist the allure of so-called ‘rebirth’.

"That Clayton is a lunatic."

Sirius' voice was as cold as her expression.

"He made the purification ceremony look like a slaughter! Those who believe in heretical gods should be sorry."

She stopped suddenly in the middle of her passionate and cold words, as if to free herself from her excitement, and apologized calmly to Lan En.

"I shouldn't complain to you, Lan En. I'm just worried that more and more heretics are coming forward, and people seem to have forgotten the true God."

"Look at the so-called goddess. She is trapped in her own sorrow and can't extricate herself. She only needs to be slightly stimulated, and she may have a mental breakdown."

"And when that happens, can you imagine what people like Leonard and Clayton would do in order to appease the goddess they believe in and be reborn?"

"The goddess's tongue was pulled out. Maybe then this group of people will pull out other people's tongues all over the world and give them to the goddess."

"You say Rosalia is gentle and kind, but by then she will have a mental breakdown. How can she restrain the believers?"

Sirius shook his head, and the unique veil she wore on her head swayed, caressing her beautiful and cold face.

"But it has nothing to do with me. I'm just stopping by the convoy. I still have my own goals. But you seem to be a kind-hearted person, Lan En. I can only wish you a happy journey with Yue."

After finishing speaking, Sirius sighed softly.

"I plan to go to Irushil, the capital of the Moon Nobles. In order to pass through the protective barrier there, I came to the Deep Church to receive the small doll as a voucher for entry."

"Based on the relationship between the Netherworld Church and the Darkmoon Church, the Darkmoon Pope should send a lot of small dolls here as certificates of passage. I guess I can get them without much effort, and it will be time for me to leave by then. .”

"You should also think of a way out for yourself, Lan En."

The demon hunter smiled helplessly, he also wanted to have a way out.

But now, looking at it all the way, it is obvious that the world is on the verge of decline.

He only hopes that when the rift between the heavens and the earth opens again, the situation in this world will not deteriorate to a point that he cannot accept.

"Good luck to you then, Sirius. Don't worry about me."

Lan En patted the female knight on the shoulder. This kind gesture seemed to make the knight of the Kingdom of Twilight a little stunned and unable to react.

"It's just that I have to remind you that there is no peace in the Netherworld Church now."

With that said, Lan told Sirius about the tit-for-tat confrontation between the three archbishops.

However, although the female knight was surprised, she didn't seem to be unable to accept it.

"The deep church"

She sighed in a low voice.

"Ever since King Osroais imprisoned Eldridge here, and later elected him as the salary king and asked him to pass on the fire to be burned. This place is no longer the revered White Church. "

However, Lan En could no longer listen to Sirius's low voice.

[Salt King], [Pass the Fire], ‘Burn’.

For a moment, Lan En felt as if he finally understood the relationship between these words.