MTL - Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 883 865. Purification (3000)

Klimt said, "This is the only way to do it."

 Lan En didn’t understand what he was going to do at first, but then he understood.

Klimt had people take out many wedges from the Deep Church. They were basically as thick as an average person's arm and more than one meter long.

 Then, he waved his hand and summoned the giant who was waiting in the church.

Although he is now considered to have been sidelined by the other two archbishops, it is still no problem to use the giant slaves as long as the orders do not conflict.

Klimt and Leonard first asked people to carry the goddess's chariot into the room.

This room has been covered with fiery red cloth.

 But this room seems to have a deep, dark temperament because it is tall and deep, and the fiery red fabric becomes much darker here.

The believers have placed many cribs in this room, and even cribs are suspended from chains on the ceiling.

This seems to be an ornament that believers feel can bring comfort to the goddess.

 “Come out quickly, it’s about to close.”

 The maggot man nailed to the wall, with his mouth twisted like a melting candle, was still chanting prayers, and his hands were clasped in front of his chest.

 Leonard closed the door, clapped his hands, and spoke calmly.

Lan En looked up and saw the giant hand that was stained red and was being withdrawn.

Leonard stood outside the huge door and greeted Lan En.

In terms of thickness, this door is actually the same size as the door of Yousui Church, but it is not as tall.

Lan looked at Leonard in confusion, wondering what he was going to do.

Leonard and Lan En worked together to close the door.

 Use a crib to comfort the pain. Is Rosalia orphaned?

Lan En put down the last crib next to the huge door of the room, straightened up and looked at the goddess sitting on the bed at the far end of the room.

Then thick liquid trickled down the wall. The liquid was blood red.

 Blood dripped down the walls like sprinkled paint.

But then there was a sound of wind above their heads, followed by a sound like sharp spikes popping bubbles.

“There is no way, she just can’t see anyone suffering. But that’s why we love her and give everything for her.”

 “Puff”.

 The witcher nodded and retreated.

On the wall, the twisted and plump body of a maggot man has been nailed to the wall seven or eight meters high with a wedge.

“Even if Rosalia is so heartbroken, she probably won’t like what we’re going to do next.”

 She still seemed to be clinging to her sadness.

 “We cannot let the goddess see the rest.”

"what are you saying?"

If he had not come into contact with these maggots before, Lan En would have no feeling about this, because the maggots look more like monsters than monsters.

 But Lan En had met, talked with, and even had a good conversation with one of their group.

 He knew that these maggots also had their own personalities and expectations, and hoped to become better through the rebirth ceremony.

 They are not monsters, they are ritual performers.

"What does it mean?"

Lan En, who looked up at the maggot man on the wall above his head, suddenly spoke calmly.

But this calmness is different from the logical and slow manner in the past. He is now so calm that it makes people feel chilly.

 Obviously, Leonard, who was beside him, felt this most deeply.

This goddess knight wearing a silver mask was even stimulated by the coldness and subconsciously grasped the hilt of the crescent curved sword at her waist.

 But he soon released his weapon.

The silver mask turned to Lan En, with only the eyes showing surprise.

 “Ha, I didn’t expect to see a ‘good person’ in this world?!”

“This is really the first time I’ve seen people like you with my own eyes.”

"But don't get angry with me. You want the goddess to recuperate here safely, in this room contaminated by Eldridge. Red cloth alone is not enough. That red cloth cannot suppress the deep darkness." Use blood!”

 “Fresh, flowing blood.”

As he spoke, the sound above the two of them sounded again, and another maggot man was nailed to the wall by the giant's hand.

“We are followers of Rosalia, and at this point we are ready to give everything.”

The maggot man who had just been nailed still didn't struggle. He just folded his hands and began to pray.

 Lan En turned to look at the others.

Klimt watched this scene quietly, as did the other maggots.

  As if this is a conclusion that can be easily reached without discussion or discussion.

 —They will wash the goddess’s dwelling place with blood.

　　On the wall where the gate is located, a total of six maggots were nailed to the wall at equal intervals by the giant. Their blood was drained, staining the huge walls red.

Red symbolizes [fire], and fire can protect the world and dispel darkness.

Although this platform is now filled with the smell of blood, the original gloomy and inexplicable atmosphere has indeed dissipated a lot.

Lan En pursed his lips, but couldn't say a word.

 A nation that survives in a difficult environment always seems to end up with many habits and characters that other nations regard as "cruel".

 And that is still in the overall environment of a world.

But now Lan En once again deeply felt what kind of a "declined world" he had arrived in.

 In such a difficult world, it is difficult for people to regard the lives of others as their lives, and of course they do not actually care about their own lives.

 In a world where death, curse, and madness are always present, death itself seems too ordinary.

 Belief, persistence, agreement. Too many things are more important than ‘life’.

 Lan can’t really point his finger at anything.

 After all, judging from the looks of Klimt and Leonard, if they really needed to hang up, they wouldn't hesitate at all.

—

After settling the goddess first, Klimt also placed the accompanying convoy personnel in the Deep Church.

These people were summoned by him, some of them were simply employed, and most of them were determined from the beginning to become the servants of the goddess.

 After all, after the goddess finds a place to rest, she should have someone to serve her.

 Not long after, those who had stayed in the purification chapel also assisted the priests in completing the purification ceremony and rushed to the Netherworld Church.

 Lan looked and saw that Gale was not among them. And Sirius looked like he was about to draw his sword and strike with one of them.

It was the wandering knight who looked quite fierce, with yellow lightning wrapped around the battle ax on his back.

Not only did Sirius look frosty, but he was walking behind Sirius, and his dark and cruel eyes looked as if they were going to be cut directly from behind.

If he wasn't in the spotlight now, maybe this guy would actually do this.

 “What’s going on with you two?”

Lan En should be one of the few people in the team who can talk to Sirius, because he has made it clear that he does not want to become a believer of the goddess.

Others find it difficult to resist the temptation of being born again.

 “That Clayton is a madman.”

 Sirius's voice was as cold as her expression.

 “He made the purification ceremony look like a slaughter! Those who believe in heretical gods should be sorry.”

  She suddenly stopped midway through her passionate and cold words, as if to free herself from her excitement, and apologized calmly to Lan En.

"I shouldn't complain to you, Lan En. I'm just worried that more and more heretics are coming forward, and people seem to have forgotten the righteous god."

“Look at the so-called goddess, she is trapped in her own sorrow and can’t extricate herself. She only needs to be slightly stimulated, and she may have a nervous breakdown.”

“And by then, can you imagine what people like Leonard and Clayton would do in order to appease the goddess they believed in and be reborn?”

“The goddess’s tongue was pulled out. Maybe by then this group of people will pull out other people’s tongues all over the world and give them to the goddess.”

“Speaking of Rosalia being gentle and kind, she will have a mental breakdown by then, how can she restrain the believers?”

 Sirius shook her head, and the unique veil she wore on her head swayed, caressing her beautiful and cold face.

"But it has nothing to do with me. I'm just stopping by the convoy. I still have my own goals. But you seem to be a kind-hearted person, Lan En. I can only wish you a happy journey with Yue."

 After finishing speaking, Sirius sighed softly.

“I planned to go to Irushil, the capital of the Nobles of the Moon. In order to pass through the protective barrier there, I came to the Deep Church to receive a small doll as a voucher for entry.”

"Based on the relationship between the Netherworld Church and the Darkmoon Church, the Darkmoon Pope should send a lot of small dolls here as certificates of passage. I guess I can get them without much effort, and it will be time for me to leave by then. .”

 “You should also think of a way out for yourself, Lan En.”

The witcher smiled helplessly, he also wanted to have a way out.

 But now, looking at it all the way, it is obvious that the world is on the edge of decline.

 He only hopes that when the rift between the heavens and the earth opens again, the situation in this world will not deteriorate to the point that he cannot accept.

 “Then good luck, Sirius. Don’t worry about me.”

Lann patted the female knight on the shoulder. This kind gesture seemed to make the knight of the Kingdom of Twilight a little stunned and unable to react.

"But I have to remind you that there is no life in the Deep Church now."

 Speaking, Lan told Sirius about the current tit-for-tat confrontation between the three archbishops.

However, although the female knight was surprised, she didn't seem to be unable to accept it.

 “The deep church”

 She sighed in a low voice.

"Ever since King Osroais imprisoned Eldridge here, and later elected him as the salary king and asked him to pass on the fire to be burned. This place is no longer the revered White Church. "

However, Lan En could no longer listen to Sirius's low voice.

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 For a moment, Lan En felt as if he finally understood the relationship between these words.

 (End of this chapter)