MTL - Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 893 875. Large [Miracle] (3000)

Now there is no doubt that the entire Netherworld Church has changed from the original ‘church that guards the power of Netherworld’ to the ‘church that follows Netherworld Faith’.

Not only the priests, bishops, and archbishops inside the church, but also the believers, missionaries, and servants outside the church who were not qualified to enter to pray inside, are all profound believers.

So even though the sudden war that broke out just now almost killed most of the priests, Klimt still did not dare to let down his guard.

 He began to regroup his troops to defend against possible intruders outside the cathedral.

 Death is common and commonplace in this world, so neither the maggots nor the surviving warriors have anything to worry about.

 Especially when the opponent's [Xinwang] and [Secret Saint] have left the field, there is no psychological pressure.

“Even if you meet those profound believers in the church who have not been taken away, don’t take action for the time being.”

Klimt explained to everyone with a tired look.

"We have suffered heavy losses now. We will wait until everyone recovers and then clean up those anomalies."

The flannel ball jumped off Qilin's back and looked up at Leonard seriously. Even though his kitten face looked serious, it was quite cute.

His gray beard was already stained with a lot of blood due to the fierce battle, but now he was unaware of it, just staring blankly in the direction from which the vast warm golden light came.

In addition to the sounds of metal collisions, there was also the sound of hooves tapping the ground rapidly approaching from outside.

 He sees himself only as a humble guardian of Rosalia.

"He is injured now, and we will send him in according to the will of the goddess. But you are not in the will."

Leonard looked a little surprised when faced with Fluffy Ball’s unceremonious questioning. After all, he still remembered the kitten’s appearance when it first appeared.

 Qilin did stop his hooves when the velvet ball on his back tugged at his mane, but he just snorted in displeasure.

The tall and fat winged knights, who put on special armor, carefully held the body of the witcher and walked towards the goddess who was lying on the bed at the deepest part of the room.

 A horse whose noble figure can still be seen even though it is covered by a wide, drapey silk rune cloth.

 But out of some kind of inferiority complex, Leonard refused to let his mind connect with the goddess, and he never even performed the rebirth ceremony.

 “He just saved you, meow!”

 Leonard thought in his mind. But you still have to say what you need to say.

The cloudy eyes in the slit of the helmet seemed to be struggling to recall something, and then he silently knelt down on one knee toward Rosalia's bedroom to show respect.

—

Just now, Lan En, who was unconscious, was carried into Rosalia's bedroom.

However, if you add to this, the furry claws have already pulled out a one-centimeter Thundercat sword blade from the scabbard on the back.

 One after another, exclamations came from the mouths of the maggots and warriors.

 So now, he can only know what the goddess's will is from the winged knight's mouth.

That golden light not only makes people feel warm, but also brings physical vitality.

 “You guys stop.”

 Then he was interrupted by a warm golden light.

As a goddess knight, Leonard subconsciously blocked the door, ready to extend his hand to stop.

"Um!?"

“What are you going to do to Lan En?”

The look of being frightened by the darkness.

The thick and complex-structured armor of the Winged Knights will make a "clang, clatter, clatter" sound when they move around, which is particularly clear in the quiet goddess' bedroom.

Before Leonard could finish saying the word ‘inside’, the footsteps of the winged knights sounded again behind Leonard.

Klimt arranged defense and alert matters outside, and as a goddess knight, Leonard followed in as a matter of course.

 They felt the rapid recovery of their bodies at the same time.

This wonderful combination was about to rush in through the crack in the bedroom door.

 Body language, written words. Total rejection.

Although after becoming a Winged Knight, you can have limited spiritual communication with the goddess.

 But now, he actually dares to stand here and draw his sword to question.

Although the horse has a noble and majestic appearance, this is the residence of the goddess after all, and the so-called horses are just wild beasts.

 The goddess made a decree. This has not happened for a long time.

 The word ‘heresy’ was only half spoken in the mouth of the remaining archbishop of the Deep Church.

There is also a petite kitten wearing armor and equipment on the broad back of the horse.

 But such a large-scale, high-efficiency restorative [miracle]. Let alone seeing it, they have never even heard of it!

Among the many people who were amazed and in disbelief, there was only one skinny knight with ferocious spikes all over his armor—[Needle Knight Kirk].

 I underestimated it before.

The faint crackling blue arc still put a bit of solemnity on the calico kitten's face.

 There is no doubt that this must be some kind of restorative [miracle].

 Ever since the goddess' tongue was pulled out, she seemed to have lost her heart and refused to communicate with other people.

 —Rosalia’s bedroom.

“The goddess said: Let them come in.”

The palm wearing a large armored glove patted Leonard's shoulder.

 The voice of the Winged Knight sounded like a roar in the helmet.

“They are all kind-hearted people who have helped us. There is nothing we can’t see.”

Leonard looked sideways and looked back, and finally turned sideways to get out of the way.

"Take care of this horse and don't **** in it." No matter how noble the horse is, it doesn't matter when it comes to pooping. This is Leonard's understanding.

To reduce her workload, the goddess knight reminded the flannel ball.

 After all, if the goddess’ bedroom was really dirty, he would have to clean it.

But when Qilin passed by him, he snorted slightly, and an arc of low voltage exploded on Leonard.

 Let him twitch violently.

But seeing that Linbuqiu and Qilin had already walked up to the goddess, he gritted his teeth but couldn't say anything more.

The flannel ball carefully squeezed in between the short legs of the winged knights, while Qilin stretched its head inward with its long neck.

 Finally, they saw what Lan En looked like now.

The witcher was placed on the goddess's bed by the winged knights.

 He rested his head on the goddess' thigh where she was sitting.

His eyelids were constantly leaking thick black liquid, and something seemed to be crawling under the closed eyelids.

Qilin worriedly rubbed the red cloth covering the ground with his hooves, while Flannel Ball rested his little head's chin on the edge of the bed.

From the angle of the flannel ball, you can just catch a glimpse of Rosalia's entire face under the black veil.

It was indeed a beautiful and gentle face, just as Leonard declared.

At this time, the goddess looked at the unconscious demon hunter in her eyes, and some emotions that she couldn't tell whether it was nostalgia or something else flashed through her eyes.

 Finally, her hands clasped together in front of her chest.

 This is also a very common posture when activating [Miracle].

 【Miracle】is a spell that is activated with sincere faith to tell the story of the gods and the era of the gods.

 Under this faith-based spellcasting requirement, the caster will naturally make a prayer gesture.

 And Rosalia's [Miracle] is also very different from the ordinary priesthood.

Maybe it’s because of her goddess’s lineage and identity, or maybe it’s because this [miracle] is too old and powerful.

 In short, before the [miracle] was fully released, the golden light of the ‘preparation period’ was already magnificent!

 When the final prayer was completed, a circle of warm golden light burst out from Rosalia's hands, like sunshine that nourishes all things.

 The center of the light was pressed on Lan En's forehead by the goddess.

　　The black viscous liquid that was constantly sticking out from under the eyelids, as if going back in time, returned under Lan En's eyelids, and was completely calm as if nothing happened.

And those diffused halo of light, even if it was just the aftermath, completely healed the maggots and warriors who were still alive outside the dormitory.

 Including those maggots and warriors who ran to the other end of the hall on the first floor to finish up the enemies and ensure that there were no hidden dangers.

 In terms of functional area, this almost enlarges the main building of the magnificent Deep Church by more than half!

 “Wow~so awesome, meow!”

 Flannel Ball felt sincerely.

It and Qilin felt a lot more relaxed when they saw the strange phenomenon disappear on Lan En's face.

 As for Lan En himself, he was in a strange feeling.

After using [spiritual vision] to glimpse Eldridge's essence, he seemed to understand a lot about the power and knowledge of 'the deep' inexplicably.

 But this is not a good thing. After he learned this knowledge, it seemed that this knowledge also 'discovered' him.

 ‘Human nature’ and ‘soul’, ‘The human soul is darkness’.

Darkness swept through his mind, and it was like many insects crawled out of the darkness inside his body, biting his insides.

　　non-stop, whispering.

But fortunately, he is not a native species of this world.

His soul is obviously conceptually different from the souls of humans in this world.

 His human nature is not the same as the human nature here.

 So this knowledge from the deep world only caused him pain, but it did not cause brainwashing, cognitive bias, or even physical mutation.

And then, in this pain, a warm golden light spread down, dispelling the darkness.

 Originally Lan En thought that it was Arondette who released the power of the Lady of the Lake.

 After all, the key characteristics of warmth and golden light match.

 But when he felt it carefully, Lan En was keenly aware of the difference.

After all, he also used his [spiritual vision] to glimpse the essence of the lady in the lake, which was a large golden lake deep in the world.

Those lights are more like sparkling waves.

 These rays of light are more like warm sunshine.

 “Suck~”

The witcher opened his eyes suddenly and took a deep breath.

The golden light dispelled the dark knowledge that was chasing him. The physical shock and damage had long been healed by the golden light, and he would naturally wake up quickly.

 But Lan En blinked after waking up.

 He moved his head from side to side.

 His vision is a bit strange after all.

Two ‘round mountains’ blocked the right half of his sight, and even most of the left half of his sight.

Only the extreme edge of the left half of the line of sight can see the roof diagonally.

 (End of this chapter)