In the temple deep in the church, the group of bishops in blue robes, led by two archbishops, kneels under a tall stone platform covered from top to bottom with melted ash and dense candles in a circle, which is the product of years of accumulation.

Above the tall stone platform was not a god, but a huge coffin, surrounded by a large number of prayer-like bishops, and a large number of braziers hanging from the dome had been extinguished, and only the candles around the stone platform brought light to the gloomy temple.

There was a grey patch of sewage on the ground, but the bishops didn't care, each holding a candle and whispering something.

If you look closely, you can see that these guys' closed eyes are revealing a hint of red.

Standing at the forefront, Archbishop MacDonald, who was as tall as a drowning fat pig, stretched out his fat palm and carefully touched the coffin on the high platform as if he were touching a girl's skin, and the sound of water rolling sounded inside the coffin.

The sound of ticking water falls to the ground.

I saw that the coffin board dozens of centimeters thick was slowly moved to one side, and a puddle of black mud condensed into tentacles on the edge of the coffin, and the chains that should have been locked on the coffin had all been untied, and the coffin board lost its restraints and turned it back, and a large cloud of black mud surged out of it.

"Great Eldridge Master, your faithful servant MacDonald salutes you!" The fat body had difficulty hunching his waist, but MacDonald still saluted with a scepter that seemed to be crushed by him.

"Your faithful servant Louis salutes you!" In comparison, Archbishop Louis, who was much thinner, moved much more easily.

Without a trace of human form, Eldridge flowed down from above, extinguishing all the candles surrounding the coffin, plunging the temple into darkness.

The remaining group of bishops opened their eyes one after another, and a scarlet light suddenly appeared, which was very dazzling in the darkness.

[There is no point in spreading fire...... The flames will eventually be extinguished, and the darkness will engulf the world...... Endless darkness...... There is no sound...... There is no life activity...... Like a deep-sea ......]

[Feeling of weakness...... Must have enough strength to support yourself before the arrival of the Deep Sea Age......]

Although the muddy Eldridge could only make a few wriggling gurgles to outsiders, the bishops below listened to each other's murmurs in their heads.

"Master, we will offer you more food, and you will regain your former strength."

[Not enough...... The mortal soul is completely inadequate...... The flames burned me out of too much power...... I need to devour more powerful lives ......]

MacDonald took a few steps forward, "Master, Ilusir, there are gods there...... Shalivan said that it was a weakened god. ”

【Gods...... Gwendelin ......]

After a muffled voice rang in the bishops' heads, Eldridge squeezed open the door and rushed out, heading in the direction of Ilusir, punctuating small pieces of black mud scattered from his body, but not seeing any shrinkage in his size.

"We swear to protect Lord Eldridge!" Macdonald took out an oath emblem that had been used to seal Eldridge's caretaker, changed its form with a twist of black spells, and followed Eldridge out.

Some bishops followed suit and then followed suit.

There were still many bishops left in the temple, and Archbishop Louis looked up at the open coffin above, and then lowered it again, "We are here to wait for the return of the master......"

"Bang-"

Guda smashed the shield of a mad Templar with a halberd, and then slashed his opponent in two pieces from the waist, and some of the living corpses that came up close were also blasted away by his fist, slamming into the wall, and the broken flesh and bones flew on the wall, forming a bloody picture.

"Hey, Gooda, are you going to deal with Eldridge alone?"

Zhang Lin kicked away the living corpse that pounced on him, then made up for the opponent's head, and then helped Ciris, who was grappling with another Templar, to finish off his opponent, and shouted at Guda in his spare time.

"I can do it myself!" Cialis glared at Zhang Lin breathlessly, feeling that he was being underestimated, this was a matter of the dignity of the Sword of the Dark Moon.

"Of course, now that Aldridge is awake, as you said before, he needs to be thrown into the furnace again, and that's where he will end up when he wakes up." The Guda urn replied angrily, and as he spoke, an iron mountain slammed the enemy into the cracked wall.

"But you're going in the wrong direction!" At this point, Guda's direction was completely opposite to the direction pointed by the knight before.

"Oh, sorry, it's too complicated here," Guda straightened his head, then reversed direction, "Can you show me the way?" ”

Zhang Lin patted his head speechlessly, "You guess you'll be tired before you find Eldridge." ”

"The undead don't get tired! I can fight forever. ”

Indeed, Guda is also an immortal, except for those who are naturally strong, the heroes who can transmit fire are basically undead, they constantly hone their combat skills, and then continue to strengthen themselves by absorbing souls, so they are also suitable as firewood for the initial stove, but they are the kind that are spared.

"But you'll still be knocked down," Zhang Lin stared at Guda, "I just casually told you to Eldridge before, the most important thing you need to do now is to rush to the fire sacrifice ground in Los Rick as soon as possible!" ”

This time, Guda was stunned for a moment, and did not deny it.

"You're right, it's even worse if I fall," Guda poked his weapon to the side, and there were no enemies in sight in the hallway, "How's Lothric?" ”

"The situation is not good, the sage of the city staged a coup d'état, the king went mad, and the second prince refused to spread the fire......"

"It seems that I really have to get over as soon as possible, the matter here and Aldridge's awakening are not so important, I believe someone can solve him," Guda regained his grip on his weapon and looked at Zhang Lin, his voice as calm as a rock, "Okay, friend, take me out of the church, I can't go out alone." ”

“......”

"With your strength, if you really can't find a way, you can just open the wall and come out," Zhang Lin glanced at Gu Da outside the purification chapel.

"Maybe it's okay inside the church, but I can't break the outer wall of the church, it's too thick." Guda was stunned for a moment, and found that what Zhang Lin said was also a solution, but it was not realistic here.

"Okay," Zhang Lin frowned, looking at the dim sky, at this time, the sun hanging low in the distance seemed to have shown signs of a solar eclipse, and the red flames condensed from the edge of the sun into a line all the way to the ground, "You must not pass through the courtyard of Osloes, there are things that are very deadly for an immortal like you, similar to the abyss." ”

"By the way, I wonder if the porter called by Xiaohuanqi can lift you up?" Zhang Lin said as he took out the small ring flag of Loslick.

"You still have this?" Guda took it with some surprise, "They can even carry huge demons, my size is nothing, thank you, I will arrive at the sacrificial ground as soon as possible, time is running out." ”

"Good luck," looking at Guda's distant back, Zhang Lin looked back at Ciris, "Let's go to Irushir now?" Or do you want to deal with Eldridge first? ”

Cialis looked at Zhang Lin with a suspicious expression, "Are you sure you can handle it, that's the salary king, although it has been burned, it is not something that ordinary people can handle." ”

"How do you know if you don't try?"

At this moment, there was a sound of weapons colliding in the chapel, and a canvas that was burned by the flames floated to the corner in front of Zhang Lin.

"Don't touch it!" An old, hoarse cry rang out from the church.

However, Zhang Lin's hand had already subconsciously grasped this canvas, accompanied by a dazzling white light, and a huge suction force came from the place where his hand touched the canvas.