Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 885 867. The King of Salary Wakes Up (3000)

"The Dark Moon Pope of Irushil, the time he gave is very accurate."

MacDonald's fat face narrowed in a smile, and while he bowed his head respectfully in front of the coffin, he whispered to Archbishop Louis beside him.

The archbishop was relatively short in stature and was almost as tall as Macdonald after wearing the white crown that symbolized religious status.

He doesn't like to put on a smiley face like Macdonald does.

Only now, his eyes were vaguely red.

"Exact timing is one thing"

Louis responded to his colleagues in the same low voice.

"But in that plan, whether he turned Irithyel into what it should be is another matter."

"Ah, Louis. You should trust Sullivan more." MacDonald seemed confident in the Pope of the Dark Moon Sect. "He is the 'brother' who holds the same beliefs as us."

And the object of their faith was climbing out of the coffin.

This is a room with an equally high dome. In the round room, the tall inner walls have hollows dug inward, and each hollow is filled with statues.

These statues all face the huge coffin in the center, as if hoping that the power of these statues can monitor the coffin in the middle.

However, the priests seemed to be worried about whether the statues would be able to withstand it, so they were covered with crimson cloth symbolizing the protection of flames.

Long iron chains hanging lamp holders hang from the dome, bringing weak candlelight and more deep shadows.

On the coffin, which was making the sound of rubbing stone slabs, more candles were placed along the corners.

On the one hand, they hope that the light of the flame can suppress the things inside.

On the one hand, it is because the wax seals that flowed down from the burning candles have the image of "flame seal" in mysticism.

The coffin is about the size of a small room.

There are also many sacred figures hollowly carved around it.

But the methods of suppressing the things in the coffin were developed a long time ago.

When the guardians of the coffin are seduced by the things in the coffin and turn from sealers to believers, all means can be broken.

Especially when the city of Lothric is in chaos because of a major event that is really related to the survival of the world, such as the "Falling of Fire", and the founders of the guard program have no time to take care of themselves.

"My lord!"

The priests of the Deep Church bowed and saluted, while the sound of the stone slabs on the coffin became louder and louder.

Finally, the entire heavy stone cover was lifted up and separated from the main body of the coffin.

And a pool of black semi-solid material, like viscous oil and asphalt, slid and fell from the high coffin like a waterfall!

This is Eldridge, who has turned into a puddle of mud due to eating too many people.

He landed on the stone floor of the hall with a 'clack', and only a white crown that had been dyed black and corroded was vaguely exposed from the black mud, proving his identity when he was still in human form.

McDonald and Lewis bowed their heads respectfully and backed away.

They were attracted to Eldridge, studied deeply, and eventually became believers because of the profound power of Eldridge's attributes.

In fact, they had no communication at all with this 'man-eating salary king'.

After all, in the past, this was just a body lying in a coffin, the remains and ashes burned by the first fire.

But it's different now.

Lothric's fire-propagation measures have started a failure recovery process.

The scheduled salary king, Prince Lothric, delayed and refused to pass the fire.

And the substitute King Xin was the powerful warrior who was captured.

It is indeed as their ally Dark Moon Pope Sullivan said: No matter what the reason is, he can't spread the fire anyway.

After two consecutive salary king candidates all had problems, Losric's normal fire-passing procedure has been completely broken down.

The sound of the bell just now heralded the beginning of the 'abnormal fire transmission procedure'.

The sound of the bell will wake up the four salary kings who were not completely burned out in the previous fire-passing ceremony, but ashes remained.

These salary kings can temporarily stabilize the initial fire and give Lothric time to make the next step.

The perfect and complete fire transmission program is the greatest support for Lothric to be at the pinnacle of the apocalypse in this declining world.

It was also one of the greatest achievements in the life of King Oceroes who established it.

It is precisely because the priests in the Netherworld Church have never communicated with this 'their master'. Just indulged and obsessed with the lingering power of him.

So although they are respectful, they know very well that in the eyes of the 'master', they are no different from ordinary people eating.

Macdonald and Lewis retreated, but a priest with a fanatical expression spontaneously moved forward.

He opened his arms wide and walked towards the pool of dancing asphalt.

The sticky and active 'asphalt', like a hungry beast, stretched out many disgusting tentacles as soon as it came into contact with a living creature, entangling and wrapping the priest.

Eldridge has turned into a puddle of mud. Now the mud is not only his body, but also his 'mouthparts'. As long as you are touching, you are eating.

The fanatical priest, on the other hand, was full of excitement at first, as if he was happy to be eaten by his 'master'.

But then, pain surged from his body like waves.

His expression changed from excitement and sacrifice to a hint of pain, hesitation, and fear.

Then these negative emotions took on greater and greater proportions until he let out a miserable howl.

"Ah, ah!!!"

The screams echoed in the church, ethereal and eerie.

The remaining priests, as if appreciating some kind of art, watched the 'master's' eating process with sincerity.

The black mud seems to tend to bite from non-lethal places and slowly eat away at the limbs.

It also does not harm the vocal organs of ‘food’.

Eldridge was known for his horrific cannibalism, and he has been eager to share his thoughts:

While bathing in the screams and feeling the trembling of life - this is the real way of eating.

The screams in the black mud gradually stopped, leaving only the broken bones that had not been digested, floating and looming in the black mud.

The body is devoured and the soul is digested.

The news and information in the soul are simultaneously understood by the things that have just finished eating.

The expanding and predatory black mud was about to touch the two archbishops with its tentacles, but suddenly stopped hesitantly in front of them.

"Aren't you here to escort me to the Fire Sacrifice?"

The whispers originating from the soul echoed in this hall, but they were not sounds on the physical level.

"We are believers."

McDonald took a step forward, still smiling and looking fat.

"But I don't believe in the gods of fire, but - believers in the deep!"

"In today's world, it is a foregone conclusion that the First Fire will be extinguished. We will serve our master wholeheartedly, just to survive the difficult and difficult deep sea era together."

It was unimaginable that Archbishop Macdonald's bucket-like waist could be bent to such an extent.

The black mud that originally surrounded and closed in on the priests first stopped, and then began to retract with a "squeaking sound".

Eldridge is not going to eat these 'believers'.

Words can lie, but the profound power and distorted souls of this group of people cannot lie.

People like them will never be accepted by the royal family of Lothric. They are ‘heretics’ who will be killed on sight!

Although he doesn't care too much about these people who believe in him for their own sake, a plan has been revealed in the soul that has just been swallowed -

A plan that would allow him to eat the gods!

He had eaten people from Irushil, the new divine city in the Cold Valley.

There is the city where the current leader of the Fire Gods, the youngest son of the first god king, King Gwendelin, and the god of the dark moon, Gwendelin, lives.

The people there more or less have the blood of the Gods of Fire in their bodies, and even their looks are said to have 'face shapes similar to those of the gods'.

Eldridge recalled the sweet, rich texture of the flavors he had eaten there before.

During those years when he still maintained his human form and acted secretly as the Archbishop of the White Sect, even the screams of the Irushil people felt rich in nutrition.

And what if you could eat the real god! ?

So will the nutrients I have accumulated be able to survive the difficult deep sea era after the flames are extinguished?

Anyway, you should eat more. Even if it is not enough, you can still continue to eat.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

The whispers of the soul began to command the believers as the master.

"It must be done as soon as possible. We need to accumulate a lot of strength and eat more!"

"Yes, yes, my lord."

Macdonald and Lewis each moved out of the way, and the following priests behind them also moved out of the way.

They were respectful and humble, as if they were not giving way to a disgusting mass of asphalt, but to a noble and great person.

"But there's no need to be too hasty, Master."

"We have also prepared a meal for you in this church."

The two archbishops bowed their heads respectfully and extended a hand toward the door of the hall as an invitation to eat.

"That is the incognito goddess. Although her identity has been buried and her tongue has been pulled out, there is no doubt about her noble bloodline."

In the sound of "squeaking", the deepest door in this deep church slowly opened.

And that horrible and disgusting ball of black mud eagerly emerged from the crack in the door.

at the same time.

"Bang!"

When Lan En walked out of the library door of the Netherworld Church, a priest happened to pass in front of him.

The witcher didn't even look at him. He just held the back of his head as he passed by, and then slapped him against the wall next to him.

The slurry squeezed out from the damaged forehead immediately left splatter-like marks on the wooden wall decoration.

"Meow!?"

Outside the door, the flannel ball, who was so bored that he was playing with his tail because he didn't want to read and didn't want to be too far away from Lan En, jumped up and screamed in surprise.

Lan En waved, and the kitten followed instinctively in a dazed state.

"It's obvious, flannel ball. Now get ready for battle and get nervous."

"Understood, meow!" The Sanhua kitten immediately straightened his helmet and pulled out the Thunder Cat Sword from behind. But then I got a little confused.

"But who is the enemy?"

"Boom!" With a sound, Lan En, who was walking in front, kicked open the solid wood door in front of them, and the high and empty main hall of the Netherworld Church appeared in front of them.

"The enemy is the entire Netherworld Order, Flannel Ball!"

"Go and open the door connected to the stable and let Qilin in!"