MTL - Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 887 869. Giant Slave (3000)

 “Macdonald 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.

 A "dong" sound.

 It is obviously a light and fine type of spear, and the person holding the spear is not a strong warrior, but under the supernatural power, the sound of the spear hitting the ground is enough to shock people.

 【Miracle·The 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 the [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, arrows and the like.

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

 But he is only a person after all.

 Although Lewis and Macdonald 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.

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

 Lan En thought to himself.

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

The giants seem to have low IQs, or are simply insane.

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

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

Klimt shouted at the top of his lungs.

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

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

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

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

There was a sharp and crisp sound of breaking through the air, and the clear light of the knife flashed several times in Lan En's hand, and the fireball shot towards him was immediately cut in half.

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

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

 At least it is easier to produce results than the Magical Middle Ages.

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

  What a disgusting **** indeed.

After the fireball loses its overall structure, it can only disappear quickly in the air, leaving only a heat wave without lethality.

 “Traitor! Traitor!”

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

 And the Thunder Ax Knight Clayton, who was spurned by Sirius and even wanted to take action, now showed the same disgusting characteristics.

 “As the Archbishop of Baijiao, I order you! Stop!”

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

There is also a small staff stuck in his waist, which emits the same blue light as the magician Lan En has seen.

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

 Lan En can now treat maggots as normal people.

 Two giants walked towards here with heavy steps.

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

 But now is not the time to fix him.

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

 “Ouch!”

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 it landed in the crowd of priests and exploded.

  Under the rusty iron mask on his face, he burst out with a roar that could ripple the air!

 “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.

 Leonard seems to be a pretty good magician.

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

Their fat limbs were scorched black and exploded under the fireball, exploding bodily fluids and minced flesh.

As a symbol of slaves, the iron chain on the limbs shackled in the process of 'wow'.

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

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

Leonard said bitterly.

MacDonald seemed to want to see their incompetent and furious look. The fat archbishop was laughing with joy 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, and let him open the way for us.”

Archbishop Louis suddenly shouted respectfully toward the bottom of the second-floor terrace. There is still a large puddle 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 the giant’s soul, it’s tasteless. I want to eat the human soul, the soul of God!”

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　). Lan En does not have a clear idea of ​​how strong Eldridge with these titles is.

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 is not a psychological sense of oppression, but a real and powerful sense of oppression!

 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 is obviously not as good as his, they can still hold on.

 But some soldiers obviously did not survive.

 “Uh-huh!!”

 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 a deep understanding of 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.

 Finally, 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.

McDonald was even overjoyed at the time and claimed: 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.

 The depth 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.

 “Click!”

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

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

 “Can’t hesitate!”

 He shouted and greeted all around.

 “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.

Lane 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 the fall, he opened the thin armor around his neck and spurted out blood!

That was the slave in the deep church. He was thin and short, and his figure looked like a ghost from the magical Middle Ages.

Only half a person tall, with thin limbs and an unhealthy round bulge in the 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 them.

 Just "squeaky".

 Now, regardless of whether they are human beings or not, they are obviously believers in the profound.

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

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

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

 Click and clean, the thin neck was severed in two.

 Subsequently, another small slave climbed over the wall, but it became difficult for the knights who were already prepared to attack.

 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, it was hanging on the spiked shield and dripping blood.

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 the situation is getting worse.

 (End of this chapter)