Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 887 869. Giant Slave (3000)

"McDonald and Louis, are you two crazy!?"

Klimt asked angrily, and at the same time, the Saint's double-pronged spear in his hand was like a scepter, and was thrust into the ground in front of him.

"Boom" sound.

It was obviously a light and delicate spear, and the person holding it was not a strong warrior. However, under the supernatural power, the sound of the spear hitting the ground was shocking enough.

[Miracle·Force]!

A shock wave of white light, with Klimt's hands holding the double-pronged spear as the center of the ball, expanded in a diffuse manner without any dead ends!

This is a [miracle] that the priests who hold weapons mastered in the early stages of their learning career.

It can bounce surrounding enemies, as well as missiles and arrows.

Klimt was the Archbishop. When he used it, the white shock wave almost wiped out all the fireballs within the range.

But he is only one person after all.

Although Lewis and McDonald on the opposite side have not yet used advanced spells, the number of priests alone is difficult enough.

The fireball seemed to cover the field of vision, rushing towards the church hall!

Even with the grandeur of the deep church, it seemed crowded at this time.

Those maggots who were outside the scope of Klimt's [Force Power] and could not be taken into account were immediately killed by the explosion because of their slow movement.

Their plump limbs were blackened and exploded under the fireball, exploding bodily fluids and minced meat.

Then the pain drove them to twist and roll on the ground like real maggots.

But even so, their belief in the Mother of Rebirth still did not give them the slightest thought of retreating.

"For Rosalia!"

The maggots chanted and crawled forward hard in the rain of fireballs. Then they straightened up at the risk of increasing the exposed area and launched their own [Miracle] counterattacks below.

For professional warriors, although these fireballs are dense, they cannot reduce their numbers.

Leonard seems to be a pretty good magician.

There was also a small staff stuck in his waist, which emitted the same blue light as the magician Lan En had seen.

Then after he shook the staff, a huge blue light gun shot out from the head of the staff.

The huge blue light gun was half as thick as an ordinary person's body. All the fireballs in its path were exploded, and finally landed in the crowd of priests and exploded.

This does not seem to be a magic that can cause physical damage. The priests who were hit by the attack immediately collapsed.

But neither their bodies nor their clothes showed any signs of physical damage.

A magic that has impact but does not cause physical damage or harm the soul?

Lan En thought to himself.

The soul of this world was born after the First Fire appeared.

Therefore, the connection with intelligent life is extremely close, and it is also very easy to contact and study it.

At least it's easier to get results than the Magical Middle Ages.

Among the warriors next to him, a knight covered in needles was using his dexterity to dodge the fireballs.

And Clayton, the thunder ax knight who was spurned by Sirius and even wanted to take action, now showed the same disgusting characteristics.

He directly lifted the corpse of a maggot man next to him and blocked it in front of him.

Lan En had no doubt that if a living maggot man were closer to him, he would definitely follow suit.

What a disgusting bastard indeed.

Lan En can now treat maggots as normal people.

And this guy's behavior is just like putting friendly troops in the hole of the gun on the battlefield.

But now is not the time to fix him.

"Click rub rub~"

A sharp and crisp sound broke through the air, and the clear sword light flashed several times in Lan En's hand, and the fireball shot towards him was immediately cut in half.

After the fireball lost its overall structure, it could only quickly disappear in the air, leaving only a non-lethal heat wave.

The priests' dull fireballs ultimately only caused a lot of damage to the maggots who were also unable to move.

But these powers are not the only ones in the Deep Cathedral.

"Ouch!"

Under the rusty iron mask on his face, a roar erupted that could ripple the air!

The two giants walked towards here with heavy steps.

As a symbol of their status as slaves, the iron chains on their limbs made a clanking sound during the process.

"As the Archbishop of the White Sect, I order you! Stop!"

Klimt shouted at the top of his lungs.

The giants seemed to have low IQs, or simply were insane.

They have not been eroded by the power of darkness, they just obey the orders of the White Cult.

Klimt's identity is very useful, but there are also two Archbishops of the White Sect opposite.

Therefore, Klimt's order could only make one giant return to where he originally stayed, while the other roared and rushed over.

"Traitor! Traitor!"

Leonard said bitterly.

MacDonald seemed to want to see their incompetent and furious look, with the plump archbishop laughing happily below.

A giant nearly twenty meters tall, his arms are big enough to touch every place on this second-floor terrace!

"My Lord, please don't eat that giant yet, let him open the way for us."

Archbishop Louis suddenly shouted respectfully towards the bottom of the second-floor terrace.

There was a large pool of black mud squirming there.

The echo of the soul echoed throughout the deep church, mixed with people's shouts of death, prayers and the sound of spells breaking through the air, making this dirty and sticky sound seem a bit ethereal.

"I don't want to eat giants' souls, which are tasteless. I want to eat human souls. God's souls!"

[Salt King], [Secret Saint]. Lan En doesn’t have a clear idea of ​​how strong Eldridge is with these titles.

But even so, when the echo of Eldridge's soul comes out, the terrifying and profound nature of his power is enough to make people tremble all over!

It's not some kind of psychological pressure, but a real and powerful pressure!

Lan En was okay, he just felt dizzy in the echo of the soul. It seems that the [Song Gland] in his brain allows him to easily withstand this kind of pressure.

Although the performance of other powerful fighters was obviously not as good as his, they could still hold on.

But some soldiers clearly didn't survive.

"Uhhh!!!"

They screamed and covered their heads, while blood flowed from their ears and eyes. More and more blood came out, until their eyes glowed red!

The priests below showed no reaction to Eldridge's voice.

As someone who has deeply understood the knowledge of the Netherworld Church, Lan En understands: This is the contagiousness of the power of the Netherworld.

The Church of the Deep is a funerary church built by Lothric to deal with the undead.

The dangerous dark blood of the undead will be poured into the deep lake behind the church after the purification ceremony.

It seems to be a method found in ancient classics: use deep water to suppress the darkness in the blood.

But as the years passed, more and more blood accumulated in the deep lake.

In the end, Archbishop Macdonald discovered "human heart sediment" in the lake.

It is said that in front of the "precipitate of the human heart", no matter how deep things are, they will pale in comparison.

Too deep, too dark.

Macdonald even declared with great joy at the time: The abyss of the world lies right here!

So in this church where Eldridge was once imprisoned and where the remaining ashes after his burning were buried, the deep power and knowledge were once again seduced.

Profoundness is not only a kind of power, but also naturally accompanied by knowledge and belief.

This power pursues people's minds and wants to infuse them with knowledge and beliefs.

As a result, even the determined priests became Eldridge's followers.

"Crack!"

The crescent-like inner arc of Leonard's crescent curved sword hooked the neck of a warrior with red eyes, and then pulled it mercilessly.

The goddess knight suppressed the pain in her brain and heart while cleaning up a Netherworld infected person.

"Can't hesitate!"

He greeted everyone around loudly.

"If anyone has a problem, deal with it immediately!"

Just because of Eldridge's words, three of the soldiers who had not yet been reduced in number, including those killed by Leonard, were executed internally at once!

And the bad news doesn't stop there.

"Pfft!"

"ah!!!"

Screams rang out from close to the terrace wall.

Lan En and Leonard turned back at the same time.

I only saw a warrior who unconsciously retreated to the wall because of timidity during the confrontation, and was suddenly greeted by a thin figure falling from the sky, holding a small sickle-like weapon.

Jumping directly from a high place, using not enough strength to match the momentum of his fall, he opened the thin armor around his neck and spurted out blood!

It was a slave in the Netherworld Church. He was thin and short, and his figure looked like a ghost from the magical Middle Ages.

He was only half a person tall, with thin limbs and an unhealthy round bulge in his belly. On his head is a pointed hood with only two eye holes exposed.

Lan En didn't even know if these slaves were human, because they never said any meaningful words when they met.

Just a constant 'squeaking'.

And now, regardless of whether they are humans or not, they are obviously believers in Yousu.

With a "swish" sound, Lan En finally saw the true use of Leonard's crescent curved sword today.

With Leonard's power, a layer of turquoise glow was attached to the knife, and then the blade was flicked, and the glow became a substantial blade that could fly out.

The turquoise flying blade drew a conspicuous trajectory in the air and struck the slave's neck.

Quickly, the thin neck was severed in two.

Later, another little slave climbed over the wall, but it became difficult for the knights who were already on guard to catch them.

The knight who was covered in needles just raised his shield.

The slave who jumped down from top to bottom was impaled on his thorny shield.

Like a punctured blood bag, blood dripped from the spiked shield.

There are fireballs from the priests in the distance, and the giants are coming nearby. Eldridge is just waiting for him to open the channel and will rush up.

On the wall, slaves who are good at climbing are also holding cruel small weapons, ready to bathe in blood.

The situation became very bad. After all, the proportion of warriors in the team assembled by Klimt was less than a quarter.

But things are getting worse.