Chapter 881 863. Deep Church (3000)
The maggot man’s words made Lan En think for a moment.
‘The tongue was pulled out by the first batch of believers’. Could this be the ‘unexpected incident’ that Rosalia said in the mouths of Leonard and Klimt?
But after just thinking about it for a moment, Lan En rejected this speculation.
Because the two people with higher status were secretive about the description of the 'sudden incident', while the maggot man spoke freely about the incident of 'Rosalia's tongue was pulled out'.
The confidentiality level of the two things is obviously not the same.
And if they fled the city of Lothrik because their tongues were pulled out by the first batch of believers, then where did this bunch of new believers come from?
Recruit faith so quickly?
Moreover, the maggot man in front of me, a person who sounds like he is not the first batch of believers from his tone, is now about to be 'reborn'. Will this process be so fast?
So, ‘the goddess’ tongue was pulled out’ should have happened a long time ago.
Finally, the two church knights watched personally as the wolf-possessed man was burned to death, leaving only a pile of bones.
Even the remains of these undead people were lit with torches and walked out of the camp and thrown under the cliff of the forest, seemingly in the direction of the Fran Fortress.
I don’t know where I will end up.
What Klimt means is: Anyway, just don’t get too close to us.
No other incidents occurred overnight.
After dawn, the sky turned so dim that it was hard to tell where the sun was. It seems that this is the time when the sky is the brightest.
The convoy began to drive quietly to the Yousui Church.
They passed by the ruins occupied by the mages of the Behem Dragon Academy. Although the two sides could not see eye to eye, they were able to prevent each other from harming each other.
This is generally the case with the relationship between the priesthood and the mages.
Most of the mages holding staffs will light up their staffs with a blue light as a demonstration when the team passes by.
This made Lan En wonder whether all spells in this world emit blue light.
The road in the ruins went all the way up the slope, and finally came to a place that looked like a dilapidated hall. This place was covered with grass and even the roof was completely gone.
And a tall man, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and robe that was wider than ordinary mages, was doing his own thing alone in this dilapidated hall.
There were books and scrolls piled up like a hill in front of him, and he himself was immersed in them, intoxicated.
Until the arrival of a large group of people alarmed him.
He then turned around, raised the brim of his hat, and looked at the intruders.
“Ah, it’s Klimt.”
It was a very old voice, giving people a sense of dying and decay, which fit well with this world.
This should be the crystallized old man, the one who the magicians outside try their best to please and learn his spells from.
It’s just that his attitude towards the priesthood is completely different from that of the magicians outside.
He wore a mask like a beak on his face, and when he greeted the archbishop, he politely took off the mask.
The archbishop seemed to be familiar with him. The two chatted briefly and prepared to lead the team through without any twists and turns.
When the goddess's carriage passed by, the old man bowed to the carriage covered with black gauze with respect.
Although the goddess on the bicycle frame could not speak, she slightly lowered her head wearing a black veil in return.
The remaining section of the road is the path leading directly to the Yousu Church.
Just like what Leonard and Sirius revealed to Lan before.
There is a small church halfway along the road, called the Purification Chapel. The so-called "purification" here is to drain the body fluids from the corpse of the undead.
The specific religious ceremony uses a ferocious whip to carry out the whipping punishment. While a large amount of blood is shed, it seems to have the religious meaning of 'washing away sins with pain'.
"We must first send the goddess to the Deep Church to settle down, and you will preside over the purification ceremony."
Archbishop Klimt said to a believer next to him.
Lan En pretended to be holding Qilin's hand, and followed the team as they passed by, listening at the same time.
“But Archbishop, this is my first time. Can’t I really leave someone with more seniority behind?”
The believer’s tone sounded very uncertain.
But the Archbishop did not change his mind.
"No one can use it." Klimt's already gloomy tone became even more obvious at this time.
"And even if there are, I have to take them to do the goddess's business. The purification rituals of several undead people are not as important as the goddess."
The archbishop held his double-pronged gun in one hand and shot with the other. He patted the believer on the shoulder.
The cultist wearing the red hood shook in flattery.
"It's not difficult, kid. Just remember to collect the blood that flows out. If the blood containing darkness flows freely, big trouble will happen."
"The remaining steps are yours. I’ve seen it all, just do as you’re told. I’ll keep a few more soldiers here to prevent the undead from waking up during the ceremony.”
Then the archbishop waved his hand, indicating that the warriors not far behind Lan En should all stay in the purification chapel to ensure the safety of the ceremony.
However, there was an old soldier with a crimson hood and a gray beard sticking out from the shadow of the hood. He was originally walking close to Lan En, but at this time he took two steps back and was scratched. Arrive at the queue for the purification ceremony.
"Do you have anything else to do here, Gale?"
Lan asked strangely. But the old soldier just smiled and shook his head: "There is a statue of the god I believe in in this small church. I should worship here."
After saying that, he waved to Lan En and left.
The archbishop also knew this old warrior, and he was quite familiar with him. He even knew why he stayed here without saying anything.
So they didn’t say anything. The two of them just nodded in a friendly manner, and it was settled.
The convoy escorting the goddess first had to pass through a large cemetery. The tombstones in this cemetery were so densely packed that people were frightened, and even piled up into a hill.
There were vague roars and scratching sounds of pain coming from the ground.
This is where the bodies of the undead after purification rituals are buried.
It’s just that the purification ritual only greatly delays their resurrection time, but cannot kill them.
So these undead people will wake up again in the coffin, suffocate to death again, dig upward and scratch again.
Despair and pain.
Over time, these undead people will always dig out of the ground again.
As an institution dedicated to burying the undead, Yousui Church has also prepared the position of 'gravekeeper' for this purpose.
On the way, Lan En saw several gravekeepers silently saluting the Archbishop.
Their bodies are thin and tall, and their eyes seem to be numb due to long hours of 'special' work. Wearing a gray cloth.
Their 'tomb guarding' tools are two sharp and jagged knives, which are very easy to bleed and chop people.
It was not until after walking through this huge and infiltrating cemetery that we finally arrived at the destination of the motorcade - the Deep Church.
It is a typical Gothic church.
The magnificent and huge frame is inlaid with huge glass and doors, as if to express the insignificance of human beings.
The corridors between the main bodies of the building are wide and strong enough to allow a heavily armored warrior to run and jump on them without any tiles collapsing.
The low-level priests were busy inside and outside the church, while some civilians who came specifically to pray did not seem to be qualified to go in and pray. They could only gather in groups outside the church, put their hands together and pray.
As this convoy plays the role of escorting the goddess, it is certainly qualified to enter the church.
The horses and carriages were arranged outside the church, and Lan En gave Qilin a wink to ensure that it would not go crazy and wander around.
But considering that this guy was quite frightened last night, he should be more honest now.
Subsequently, the archbishop directly had people lift up the structure that looked like a European-style bed on the goddess's carriage, and carried it into the church through the tall and solemn main entrance.
The people in the motorcade filed in, and Lan En couldn't help but be speechless when he walked through the door.
The thickness of this church door is at least half a meter, and the height is at least ten meters. It is still pure metal!
With his current strength, it would be no problem to push it away alone, but it would be a bit laborious.
But with such a huge amount of metal and such a magnificent church, it was another medieval world where productivity was greatly increased by extraordinary power.
After entering the church, the first thing that catches the eye is the dome as high as the sky. The height of this dome should be about seventy meters.
If you look down from the dome, a man of Lan En's stature would be about the same size as a soybean in his hand.
The spacious layout, combined with the high dome, makes those who come in feel even more insignificant.
Inside the church, a large area of dark red cloth strips are used for hanging and covering.
Some red cloth strips are even specially used to cover the statues of gods on church walls.
This arrangement made Lan En frown slightly and felt something was wrong.
But he is a foreigner after all, so he just feels that he does not adapt to the image of the church in this world.
The heavy footsteps of "dong dong dong" echoed in the empty and solemn church.
They were two giants who were more than ten or twenty meters tall, and they were moving in the church.
The two of them were wearing shackles and iron masks. The dead skin on their bodies was dry and warped, and the nails on their feet and hands grew randomly and became thick and dirty.
Looks like a lowly status like a slave.
After arriving at the Netherworld Church, Lan En felt relieved.
After all, the darkness in the wilds of this world is clearly abnormal and supernatural.
Being able to rest in a church as strong as a fortress should be safer than the wild.
But
"Oh ho ho! Isn't this Klimt? Finished things so quickly?"
A man who was in the church was directing the lower level The priests were busy coming and going, as if they had just seen a large group of people coming in from the motorcade.
Open your arms, show a welcoming and warm smile, and walk towards this side.
He really seems like an enthusiastic person.
But in fact, Lan En and the others could not feel the slightest joy of being warmly received.
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(End of this chapter)