Klimt said, 'That's the only way to do it.'"

Lan didn't understand what he was going to do at first, but then it became clear to him.

Klimt had many wedges taken out of the secluded church, most of which were the thickness of an ordinary person's arm and more than a meter long.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he summoned the giants who were waiting in the church.

Although he is now overshadowed by the other two archbishops, it is still no problem to summon the giant slave without conflicting orders.

Klimt and Leonard, first had the goddess's chariot frame carried into the room.

The room was already covered with a flaming red cloth.

But the room itself seemed to have a deep, dark temperament because it was tall and deep, and the fiery red fabrics were much darker here.

The believers placed many cribs in this room, and even the chains on the ceiling were hung in the air.

It seems that believers feel that it is an ornament that can bring comfort to the goddess.

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

Lan En laid down the last crib on the edge of the huge door of the room, and straightened up to look at the goddess who had fallen on the bed in the deepest part of the room.

She still seemed to be clinging to the sad look.

"Come out soon, it's closing."

Leonard stood outside the massive door and beckoned to Lane.

The witcher nodded and stepped back.

"The rest, we can't let the goddess see."

Leonard and Ryan were on their side, and together they squeaked the door shut.

In terms of the thickness of this door, it is actually the same specification as the door of the secluded church, but the height is not as good.

"Even if Rosalia is sad to be like this, she probably won't like what we're going to do next."

Leonard, who closed the door, clapped his hands and said calmly.

"There's no way, she just can't see anyone suffering. But it is precisely because of this that we love her and give everything for her. ”

"What are you talking about?"

Lane looked at Leonard puzzled, not understanding what he was going to do.

But then, the sound of wind came over their heads, followed by the sound of spikes popping blisters.

"Poof".

Then a thick liquid trickled down the walls, blood-red.

Lan looked up and saw the hand of the giant dyed red being retrieved.

And above the wall, the twisted and fat body of a maggot man had been nailed to the wall seven or eight meters high by a wedge.

Blood trickled down the walls like sprinkled paint.

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

If it weren't for the maggots, Len wouldn't have felt much about it, because the maggots looked more like monsters than monsters.

But Len had come into contact with, talked to, and even had a good conversation with one of them.

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

They are not monsters, they are people who perform rituals.

"What does that mean?"

Lan En, who looked up at the maggot man on the wall above him, suddenly said calmly.

But this calm is different from the logical slowness of the past. His calm now sends chills through his heart.

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

This goddess knight with a silver mask was even stimulated by this coldness and subconsciously grasped the hilt of the crescent moon curved sword at his waist.

But he quickly let go of his weapon again.

The silver mask turned to Lanen, and there was surprise in his eyes.

"Ha, I didn't expect to see a 'good person' in this world?!"

"This is the first time I've seen someone like you in person."

"But don't get mad at me, you want the goddess to recuperate here safely, in this room tainted by Eldridge. It is not enough to use a red cloth, which cannot suppress the deep darkness. Gotta use blood! ”

"Fresh, flowing blood."

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

"We are believers in Rosaria, and at this point, we are ready to give everything."

The maggot man who had just been nailed still did not struggle, but put his hands together and began to pray.

Lann turned to look at the others again.

Klimt watched the scene quietly, as did the rest of the maggots.

It seems that this is a conclusion that can be easily reached without discussion or consultation.

They will wash the dwelling place of the goddess with blood.

On the wall where the gate stood, a total of six maggots were nailed to the ground equidistant by the giants.

Their blood was drained, staining the huge walls red.

Red symbolizes the flame, and the flame can protect the world and dispel the darkness.

Although the platform is now full of blood, the original gloomy and inexplicable atmosphere has indeed dissipated a lot.

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

A nation that survives in a difficult environment always seems to end up giving birth to many habits and personalities that can be called 'cruel' in the eyes of other peoples.

And that's in a world environment in general.

But now Lan En once again deeply felt what kind of 'declining world' he had come to.

In such a difficult world, it is difficult for people to take other people's lives seriously, and of course they don't care about their own lives.

In a world of death and curse and madness, death itself seems all too commonplace.

Faith, persistence, agreement. Too many things are more important than 'life'.

Lann couldn't point any fingers.

After all, looking at the appearance of Crimette and Leonard, if the two of them really need to hang up, the two of them will not hesitate in the slightest.

——

After first settling the goddess, Klimt also placed the accompanying convoy in a secluded church.

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

After all, after the goddess finds a place to recuperate, there should always be someone to serve.

Soon after, those who had been in the chapel assisted the priests in completing the ritual and rushed to the chapel.

Rann looked and saw that Gail wasn't among them. And Siris looked like he and one of them were going to draw their swords and slash each other.

It was the wandering knight who looked fierce and had a yellow thunderbolt wrapped around his tomahawk on his back.

Not only did Siris look like frost, but he was walking behind Siris, and his gloomy and cruel eyes looked like he was going to cut off directly from behind.

If it weren't for being in the limelight right now, maybe this guy would have done it.

"What's going on with you two?"

Rann was probably one of the few people in the team who could talk to Siris, as he made it clear that he didn't want to be a believer in the goddess.

Others find it hard to resist the temptation of so-called 'rebirth'.

"That Clayton is a madman."

Siris's voice was as cold as her expression.

"He made the cleansing ritual feel like slaughter! These heretical gods should be. I'm sorry. ”

She stopped abruptly in the middle of her angry and cold words, and apologized calmly to Lan En as if she had freed herself from her excitement.

"I shouldn't have complained to you, Lanne. I'm just worried that now more and more heresy is coming out, and people seem to have forgotten about God. ”

"Look at the so-called goddess, she is so caught up in her own sorrow that she only needs a shallow stimulation to probably have a nervous breakdown."

"And at that point, can you imagine what people like Leonard and Clayton could do to soothe the goddesses they believe in, to be born again?"

"The goddess has had her tongue plucked, maybe this group of people will go all over the world to pull out other people's tongues and give them to the goddess."

"What are you talking about Rosalia being gentle and kind, when the time comes, she will have a nervous breakdown, how can she restrain the believers?"

Siris shook her head, the distinctive veil she wore on her head swaying, caressing her beautiful and cold countenance.

"But it doesn't matter to me, I'm just rubbing by the team. I also have my own goals. But you look like a good Samaritan, Lane. I can only wish you a moon on your journey. ”

After saying that, Siris sighed softly.

"I'm planning to head to the capital of the Moon Nobles, Ilusir. In order to pass through the protective barrier there, I came to the secluded church to receive the doll as a proof of entry. ”

"With the friendship between the Dark Moon Church and the Darkmoon Church, the Darkmoon Pope should send a lot of small puppets here as proof of passage. I don't think it will take much effort to get it, and that's when it's time for me to leave. ”

"You should figure out a way out for yourself, Lanne."

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

But now it seems that the world is on the verge of decline.

He only hoped that when the rift opened again, the situation in this world would not deteriorate to the point where he could not accept it.

"Good luck then, Siris. Don't worry about me. ”

Lan En patted the female knight on the shoulder, this kind gesture seemed to make the knight of the Twilight Land a little stunned and did not react.

"But I have to warn you that there is no peace in the secluded church right now."

With that, Lane told Siris about the three archbishops' current-for-tat confrontation.

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

"A secluded church"

She sighed under her breath.

"Ever since King Oclois imprisoned Eldridge here, and later elected him as the Salary King, and let him burn him on fire. This is no longer the revered White Church it used to be. ”

But in Siris's whispered whispers, Lan En couldn't listen to him anymore.

[Salary King], [Passing the Fire], 'Burn Down'.

For a moment, Lan En felt as if he had finally figured out the relationship between the words.

(End of chapter)