MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 885 867 The Salary King Who Wakes Up (3000)
Chapter 885 867. The King of Salmon Wakes Up (3000)
“The Dark Moon Pope of Irushil, the time he gave is very accurate.”
McDonald's fat face was narrowed in a smile. While he bowed his head respectfully in front of the coffin, he whispered to Archbishop Louis next to him.
This archbishop is relatively short in stature and is almost as tall as Macdonald after wearing the white crown that symbolizes religious status.
He is not as fond of putting on a smile as Macdonald is.
Just now, his eyes are vaguely red.
“Time is the same thing”
Louis responded to his colleagues in a low voice.
"But whether in that plan he made Irushil what it should be is another matter."
"Ah, Louis. You should trust Sullivan more." McDonald seemed confident in the Pope of the Dark Moon Religion. "He is the 'brother' who holds the same beliefs as us."
It was also one of the many achievements in the life of King Oceroes who established it.
Precisely because the priests in the Netherworld Church have never actually communicated with this ‘their master’. Just indulged and obsessed with the lingering power of him.
The priests of the Deep Church bowed and saluted, while the sound of the stone slabs on the coffin became louder and louder.
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.
The coffin is about the size of a small room.
Macdonald and Lewis retreated, but a priest with a fanatical expression spontaneously moved forward.
The long iron chain hanging the lamp holder hangs from the dome, bringing weak candlelight and more deep shadows.
There are also many hollow carvings of sacred figures on all sides.
Especially when the city of Lothric is in chaos because of a major event that really affects the survival of the world, the "Fall of Fire", and the founders of the watchdog program have no time to take care of themselves.
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.
It is indeed as their ally Dark Moon Pope Sullivan said: No matter what the reason is, he can't spread the fire anyway.
The scheduled salary king, Prince Lothric, delayed and refused to pass the fire.
These salary kings can temporarily stabilize the initial fire, giving Lothric time to make the next step.
The fanatical priest, on the other hand, was full of excitement at first, as if he was happy to be eaten by his 'master'.
MacDonald and Lewis bowed their heads respectfully and backed away.
And a pool of black semi-solid material, like viscous petroleum 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.
The replacement King Xin was the powerful warrior who was captured.
The sound of the bell just now heralded the beginning of the "abnormal fire transmission procedure".
After all, in the past, this was just a body lying in a coffin, the remains and ashes burned by the first fire.
On the coffin, which was making the sound of rubbing stone slabs, more candles were placed along the corners.
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.
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 fire.
They were attracted to Eldridge’s profound attributes, studied deeply, and finally became believers.
But these methods of suppressing the things in the coffins were developed a long time ago.
These statues are all facing the huge coffin in the center, as if they hope that the power of these statues can monitor the coffin in the middle.
But immediately, the pain came from the body like waves.
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.
He opened his arms wide and walked towards the pool of pulsating asphalt.
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.
After two consecutive Salary King candidates all had problems, Lothric's normal fire-passing procedure has been completely broken down.
So although they are respectful, they know very well that in the eyes of the 'master', they are no different from ordinary people eating.
On the one hand, they hope that the light of the flame can suppress the things inside.
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 his identity when he was still in human form.
“My lord!”
Finally, the entire heavy stone cover was lifted up and away from the main body of the coffin.
When the guardians of the coffin are seduced by the things in the coffin and turn from sealers to believers, all the means can be broken.
The bell will wake up the four fire kings who were not completely burned out in the previous fire-passing ceremony, but ashes remained.
The object of their faith was climbing out of the coffin.
In fact, they had no communication at all with this ‘man-eating salary king’.
But it’s different now.
Lothric's fire propagation measures have started the failure recovery process.
His expression gradually changed from excitement and sacrifice to pain, hesitation, and fear.
Then these negative emotions took on greater and greater proportions until he let out a miserable howl.
“Ah, ah!!”
Screams echoed in the church, ethereal and eerie. The remaining priests, as if appreciating some kind of art, watched the 'master' eating process with sincerity.
Black mud seems to tend to bite from non-lethal places, slowly nibbling away from the limbs.
It also does not harm the vocal organs of ‘food’.
Eldridge was known for his horrific cannibalism, and he was always 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 **** 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 they do not 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 the master wholeheartedly, just to survive the difficult and difficult deep sea era together."
It is unimaginable that Archbishop Macdonald’s 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 "squeaky" 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 would allow him to eat the gods!
He has eaten from the people of Irushil, the new city of gods in the Cold Valley.
There is the city where the current leader of the Fire Gods, the youngest son of the first **** king, King Gwendelin, and the **** 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 food 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 Irusil people felt rich in nutrition.
What if we could eat the real God! ?
So the nutrients I have accumulated can survive the difficult deep sea era after the flames are extinguished?
Either way, you should eat more. Even if it is not enough, you can still continue to eat.
“Let’s set off! Let’s go!”
The whisper of the soul began to command the believers as the master.
“It must be done as soon as possible. We must accumulate a lot of strength and eat more!”
“Yes, yes, my lord.”
MacDonald and Lewis each moved out of the way, and the priests behind them also moved out of the way.
They were respectful and humble, as if they were not letting a disgusting lump of asphalt pass through, but 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 at the same time extended a hand toward the door of the hall as an invitation to eat.
“That is the goddess who is incognito. Although her identity has been buried and her tongue has been pulled out, there is no doubt about her noble bloodline.”
Amid the sound of "squeaking", the deepest door in the deep church slowly opened.
And that horrible and disgusting ball of black mud also eagerly got out from the crack in the door.
at the same time.
“Bang!”
As 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 pressed 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 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 instinctively followed him in a daze.
“It’s obvious, flannel ball. Now get ready for battle and get nervous.”
“I understand, meow!” The calico kitten immediately straightened his helmet and pulled out the Thundercat Sword from behind. But then I got a little confused.
“But who is the enemy?”
With a sound of "Boom!", Lan En, who was walking in front, kicked open the solid wooden 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 gate connected to the stable and let Qilin in!”
(End of this chapter)
