The maggot's words made Lan En think for a moment.

Could this be what Rosaria called in Leonard and Climte's mouths 'sudden change'?

But after only a little thought, Lan En dismissed this speculation.

Because the two people in higher positions are secretive about the description of the 'sudden change', while the maggots talk freely about the fact that 'Rosalia has her tongue pulled out'.

The level of secrecy of the two things is clearly not the same level.

And if they came out of the city of Lothric because they had their tongues pulled out by the first group of believers, then how did this new group of believers come about?

Recruiting faith so fast?

And the maggots in front of him, a person who was not the first group of believers from the tone of voice, are now about to be 'reborn', will this process be so fast?

Therefore, the 'goddess was plucked out of her tongue' must have happened a long time ago.

In the end, the two church knights watched as the wolf-possessed man was burned to the ground, leaving only a pile of bones.

And even the bones of these undead were thrown out of the camp with torches and thrown under the cliffs of the forest, seemingly in the direction of the fortress of Fran.

In the end, I don't know where it will fall.

Klimta means: Don't get too close to us anyway.

Nothing else happened overnight.

After dawn, the sky was so dark that it was impossible to tell where the sun was. It seems that this is when the sky is at its brightest.

The convoy began to continue its quiet journey to the secluded church.

They passed by the ruins of the mages of the Beheimron Academy, and although they couldn't see each other, they were able to keep each other from harming.

This is probably the case with the relationship between the priesthood and the mages.

Most of the mages with their staffs would glow with a demonstrative blue glow on their staffs as the procession passed.

This made Lan En wonder if the spells in this world all glowed blue.

The road in the ruins went up the slope until it came to a ruined hall that was overgrown with grass and a completely depleted roof.

And a tall man, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and robes that were wider than the average mage, was doing his own thing alone in this dilapidated hall.

There were mountains of books and scrolls in front of him, and he himself was immersed in them, intoxicated.

Until the arrival of a large group of men and horses alarmed him.

He turned around and lifted the brim of his hat to examine the intruders.

"Ah, it's Klimt."

It was a very old voice, giving people a sense of decay that was about to die, and it was very compatible with the world.

This should be the crystallized old man, the one out there who the magicians are trying to curry favor with and learn his spells.

It's just that his attitude towards the priesthood can be said to be completely different from those magicians outside.

He wore a mask on his face that resembled a bird's beak, and when he greeted the archbishop, he politely removed the mask.

The archbishop also seemed to know him well, and the two of them chatted briefly, and without any twists and turns, they were ready to lead the team through.

And when the frame of the goddess passed by, the old man bowed respectfully to the frame covered with black tulle.

And the goddess on the frame, although unable to speak, also bowed her head slightly wearing a black veil as a return salute.

The rest of the road is the path that leads to the secluded church.

It's the same as what Leonard and Siris revealed to Rann before.

Halfway along the way, there is a chapel called the Chapel of Purification, and the so-called 'purification' here is to drain the bodily fluids from the bodies of the undead.

The specific religious ritual is to use a hideous whip to carry out the punishment of scourging, and while shedding a large amount of blood, it seems to have the religious meaning of 'washing away sins with pain'.

"We must first send the goddess to the secluded church to settle down, and you will preside over the purification ceremony."

Archbishop Klimt said to one of the congregants beside him.

Lan En pretended to lead the Qilin and followed the team past while listening.

"But the archbishop. This is my first time. Can't you really leave a more senior one? ”

The believer's tone sounded uncertain.

But the archbishop did not change his mind.

"Nobody can use it." Klimte's already gloomy tone was even more pronounced at this time.

"And even if there were, I would have to take them to do the goddess's business. The cleansing ritual of a few immortals is not as important as that of a goddess. ”

The archbishop tapped the credent on the shoulder with his pistol in one hand.

The red-hated cultist shook in flattery.

"Nothing difficult, kid. Just remember to collect the blood that comes out, because the blood that contains darkness can cause great things if it flows unchecked. ”

"You've seen the rest of the steps, just follow them. I'll keep a few more warriors here to prevent any undead from waking up in the middle of the ceremony. ”

Then the archbishop beckoned, signaling that the warriors, starting from not far behind Lanen, would stay in the chapel to ensure the safety of the ceremony.

However, there was an old soldier with a crimson hood and a white beard sticking out of the shadow of the hood, who was originally walking next to Lan En, but at this time he took the initiative to take two steps back and was assigned to the team belonging to the purification ceremony.

"Is there anything else you have here, Gail?"

Lan asked curiously.

But the old soldier just smiled and shook his head: "There is a statue of the god I worship in this little church, I should worship here." ”

After saying that, he waved his hand to Lan En and left.

The archbishop knew the old warrior too, and knew him well, and even knew why he was here.

So they didn't say anything, the two of them just nodded amicably, even if it was decided.

The convoy escorting the goddess first passed through a large cemetery, which was so dense with tombstones that it was so frightening that it was piled up into a hill.

There were faint screams of pain and scratching sounds coming from underground.

This is where the bodies of the undead are buried.

It's just that the purification ritual only allows them to greatly delay the time of resurrection, but it can't kill them.

So these undead will wake up again in the coffin, suffocate again, dig upwards again, scratch again.

Hopeless and painful.

Over the years, these undead will always dig up the ground again.

As an institution dedicated to the burial of the undead, the secluded church has also prepared the position of 'grave keeper' for this purpose.

On the way, Lan saw several grave keepers silently saluting the archbishop.

They are tall and thin, and their eyes seem numb from long hours of 'special' work. Dressed in a gray cloth suit.

Their 'grave guarding' tools are two sharp and jagged knives, which will be very easy to bleed and slash people.

It wasn't until we walked through this huge and seeping cemetery that we finally arrived at the destination of the convoy - the secluded church.

It was a typical Gothic church.

A grand and gigantic frame, inlaid with huge glass and doors, as if to reflect the insignificance of human beings.

The columns between the main buildings are wide and strong enough for a heavily armored warrior to run and jump on them without crumbling into a single tile.

The lower priests were busy inside and outside the church, while some of the civilians who came to pray did not seem qualified to go in and pray, but could only gather in groups outside the church, hands folded and prayed.

And this convoy, as the role of escorting the goddess, is certainly qualified to enter the church.

The horses and carriage were arranged outside the church, and Lan gave the Kirin a look to make sure it didn't go crazy.

But considering that this guy was scared a lot last night, he should be honest at this time.

Subsequently, on the frame of the goddess, the structure that looked like a European-style bed was directly lifted by the archbishop and carried through the tall and solemn main entrance of the church.

The convoy was filled with mermaids, and Lan couldn't help but be stunned as he walked through the door.

The thickness of this church gate is less than half a meter, and the height is less than 10 meters, which is still pure metal!

With his current strength, it's no problem to push it away alone, it's just a bit of a struggle.

But such a huge amount of metal, and such a magnificent church. It was also a medieval world in which the productivity of the supernatural forces had been greatly increased.

The first thing that catches your eye when you enter the church is the sky-high dome, which should be around 70 meters high.

If you look down from the dome, a man of Lan En's stature must be visually about the same size as the soybean in his hand.

The empty arrangement, in conjunction with the lofty dome, makes the people who come in feel even more insignificant.

Inside the church, a large area of crimson cloth strips is used for hanging and covering.

Some strips of red cloth were even used specifically to cover the idols on the walls of churches.

This arrangement made Lan En frown slightly, feeling a little wrong.

But he is a stranger after all, so he only feels that he is not suitable for the image of the church in this world.

The heavy footsteps of "Knock Knock" echoed in the empty and solemn church.

It was two giants with a height of ten or twenty meters, and they were moving in the church.

Both of them were shackled and iron masks, their dead skin was dry and upturned, and the nails on their feet and hands were growing haphazardly and thickened and dirty.

It looks like a lowly status like a slave.

And after coming to the secluded church, Lan En's heart was quite relieved.

After all, the darkness of the wild in this world is clearly abnormal and supernatural.

It is safer to rest in a church as strong as a fortress than in the wilderness.

But

"Oh roar! Isn't this Klimt? Got it done so quickly? ”

A man who had been in the church directing the low-ranking priesthood to and fro seemed to have just seen a large group of people coming in.

With open arms, a welcoming and warm smile, he walked this way.

It really looks like a warm-hearted person.

But in reality, Lan En and the others did not feel the slightest joy of being warmly entertained.

(End of chapter)