Chapter 885 867. The Awakening Salary King (3000)
“The Dark Moon Pope of Irushil, the time he gave is very accurate.”
McDonald’s The fat face narrowed in a smile, and while facing the coffin with his head bowed respectfully, he whispered to Archbishop Louis beside him.
The archbishop is relatively short in stature. Only after wearing the white crown that symbolizes religious status is he almost as tall as Macdonald.
He doesn’t like to put on a smiley face like Macdonald does.
Only now, his eyes were vaguely red.
“Time is the same thing”
Louis also responded to his colleagues in a low voice.
"But whether he ever made Irushil what it should be in that plan is another matter."
"Ah, Louis. You should have done more Trust Sullivan." McDonald 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 circular room, hollows are dug inward on the tall inner walls, and each hollow is filled with statues.
These statues all face the huge coffin in the center, as if they hope that the power of these statues can monitor the coffin in the middle.
But the priests seemed to be worried about whether the statues could withstand it, so they were covered with crimson cloth symbolizing the protection of flames.
The long iron chain hanging the lamp holder hangs 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, I 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.
Many sacred figures are also hollowly carved around it.
But the methods used to suppress the things in the coffins were developed a long time ago.
When the guardians of the coffin are seduced by the things in the coffin, and change from sealers to believers, all the means can be broken.
Especially when the city of Lothric is in chaos because of a major event that really affects the survival of the world, the "Falling of Fire", and the founders of the watchdog 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 thick 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' sound. Only a white crown that had been dyed black and corroded was vaguely exposed from the black mud, proving that he once had a human form. identity.
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 spreading measures have started the failure recovery process.
The scheduled salary king, Prince Lothric, delayed and refused to pass the fire.
The replacement 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, Lothric'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 stand at the pinnacle of the apocalypse in this declining world.
It is also a feat that King Oceroes, who established it, achieved in his lifetime.
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 stand up.
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 immediately, the pain came from the body like waves.
His expression changed from excitement and sacrifice to a trace of pain, hesitation, and fear.
Then the proportion of these negative emotions increased until he let out a miserable howl.
“Ah, ah!!!”
The screams echoed in the church, ethereal and eerie.
The remaining priests, as if admiring some kind of art, watched the 'master' 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, and they were not sounds at the physical level.
“We are believers.”
McDonald took a step forward, still looking fat and smiling.
“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 is extinguished. We will serve the master wholeheartedly, just to survive the difficult and difficult deep sea era together."
It is unimaginable that Archbishop Macdonald is so like The bucket-like waist can 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 up——
A plan that can make He got the God's plan!
He has eaten from the people of 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 King Gwen, the first god king, 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 thought of the sweet and rich taste 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! ?
Then the nutrients I have accumulated can 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 set off! Set off!”
The whisper of the soul began to command the believers as the master.
“It must be as soon as possible. We must accumulate a lot of strength and eat more!”
“Yes, yes, my master.”
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 is no need to be too hasty, Master.”
“We have also prepared a meal for you in this church.”
The two archbishops respectfully said He lowered his head and extended a hand toward the door of the hall as an invitation to eat.
"That is the anonymous goddess. Although her identity has been buried and her tongue has been pulled out, there is no doubt about the nobility of her blood."
In the sound of 'squeaking', the deepest door in this deep church The door opened slowly.
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.
Suddenly, the slurry squeezed out from the damaged forehead left splatter-like traces on the wooden wall decoration.
“Meow!?”
The velvet ball outside the door, which was so bored that it was playing with its tail because it 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 prepare to enter the fighting state and get nervous."
"Understood, meow!" The calico kitten immediately straightened his helmet and pulled out the The Thundercat Sword behind his back. But then I got a little confused.
"But who is the enemy?"
With a "Boom!", Lan En, who was walking in front, kicked open the solid wood door in front of him, revealing the high and empty main hall of the Deep Church. The hall appeared before them.
"The enemy is the entire Netherworld Cult, Velvet Ball!"
"Go and open the door connected to the stable and let Qilin in!"
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(End of this chapter)