"Lord Darkmoon Pope of Ilusir, the time he gave is very accurate."

MacDonald's chubby face narrowed together with a grin, and he muttered to Archbishop Louis beside him while bowing his head respectfully in front of the coffin.

The archbishop was relatively short, and was about as tall as MacDonald when he wore a white crown that symbolized his religious status.

He doesn't like to put on a smiling face like MacDonald.

Only now, his eyes were faintly red.

"Time is one thing"

Louis also whispered to his colleague.

"But whether he made Ilusil what he should have been in that plan is another matter."

"Ah, Louis. You should trust Shalivan more. "Macdonald has a lot of confidence in the Darkmoon Pope." He is the 'brother' who shares our beliefs. ”

And the object of their faith was crawling out of the coffin at this time.

It was a room with the same high dome, and in the round room, the tall inner walls were hollowed inward, and each hollow was filled with statues.

The statues all face the massive coffin in the center, as if hoping that the power of these statues will monitor the coffin in the middle.

However, the priesthood seemed to be worried about whether the statues could withstand it, so they covered the statues with a crimson cloth that symbolized the protection of the flames.

Long chains with lampholders hang from the dome, bringing faint candlelight and more deep shadows.

On the coffin, which was making the sound of stone slabs grinding, more candles were placed along the corners.

On the one hand, it is hoped that the light of the flame can suppress what is inside.

On the one hand, the wax seals that flow down because of the burning candles have the image of a 'flame seal' in the occult.

The coffin was about the size of a small room.

There are also many sacred figures carved on the surrounding sides of the top.

But this is a long time ago for the suppression of the things inside the coffin.

When the caretakers of the coffin are all seduced by the contents of the coffin, they change from sealers to believers. All means can be broken.

Especially when the city of Lothric is in turmoil because of something that really matters to the survival of the world, such as the 'Flame Decline', and the founders of the caretaker program are already too busy to take care of themselves.

"My lord!"

The clergy of the secluded church bowed and bowed, and the sound of the stone slabs on the coffin grew louder and louder.

Finally, the entire heavy slate lid was lifted up alive and left the main body of the coffin.

And a puddle of black semi-solid matter, like viscous oil and asphalt, slid and fell from the high coffin like a waterfall!

This is Eldridge, who has been turned into a puddle of mud because he eats too many people.

He landed on the stone floor of the hall with a 'snap', and only a blackened and corroded white crown faintly peeked out of the middle of the black mud to prove that he was once in human form.

MacDonald and Louis, at this point, bowed their heads respectfully and stepped back.

They were drawn to Eldridge's profound power, studied deeply, and finally became believers.

In fact, they have no communication with this 'cannibal salary king' at all.

After all, in the past, this was just a corpse lying in a coffin, the residue and ashes that had been burned by the initial fire.

But now it's different.

Lo Slick's fire transfer has already started the failure remediation process.

The paid king of the reservation, Prince Losric procrastinates and refuses to pass the fire.

And the substitute Salary King, the powerful warrior who came from captivity.

Indeed, as their ally, Darkmoon Pope Thalivan, said: for whatever reason, he can't spread fire anyway.

After two successive salary king candidates all went wrong, Lo Trick's normal fire transfer routine has been completely broken.

The ringing of the bell just now heralded the beginning of the 'abnormal fire transfer procedure'.

The bell will wake up the four Salary Kings who had not been completely burned out in the previous fire-passing ceremony, but had remnants of ashes.

These payrolls can temporarily stabilize the initial fire and give Lothric time to make the next move.

A complete and complete fire transmission program is the biggest support for Lothric to be at the peak of the end times in this declining world.

It is also one of the feat of King Osloas who established it in his lifetime.

It is because the clergy in the secluded church have never actually communicated with this 'their master'. Just obsessed with and intoxicated with the remnants of his power.

Therefore, although they are respectful, they know very well that their people are no different from ordinary food in the eyes of their 'masters'.

MacDonald and Louis stepped back, but a fanatical priest stepped forward.

He spread his arms wide and walked towards the puddle of 'asphalt'.

The viscous and active 'asphalt', the first time it came into contact with the living creature, it was like a hungry beast, stretching out many disgusting tentacles, wrapping and wrapping the priest.

Eldridge has turned into a puddle of mud, and now this mud is not only his body, but also his 'mouthparts'. As long as you touch it, you are eating.

And the fanatical priest, at first, was full of excitement, as if he was glad to be eaten by his master.

But then, pain poured out of the flesh like waves.

His face gradually changed from excitement and sacrifice to a trace of pain, hesitation, and fear.

These negative emotions then became more and more presumpious, until he let out a miserable howl.

"Ahh!!h

Screams echoed through the church, ethereal and eerie.

The rest of the clergy, as if admiring some kind of art, watched the 'master' eat with great deem.

Black mud seems to have a tendency to lower its mouth from those that are not lethal, slowly gnawing away from its limbs.

It also does not harm the vocal organs of the 'food'.

Eldridge is known for his horrific cannibalism, and he's always been eager to share his thoughts:

Basking in the sound of sorrow and feeling the trembling of life – this is the real way to eat.

The screams in the black mud gradually stopped, leaving only the undigested scattered white bones, floating and looming in the black mud.

The body is devoured and the soul is digested.

The news and information in the soul are understood simultaneously by what has just been eaten.

The black mud that expanded and preyed, and was about to touch the tentacles of the two archbishops at this time, suddenly stopped hesitantly in front of the two.

"You guys. . . Didn't you come to escort me to the fire ceremony? ”

Whispers from the soul, echoing through the hall, were not physical sounds.

"We are believers."

MacDonald stepped forward, still smiling.

"But not in the gods of fire, but in the dark!"

"And in today's world, the extinguishment of the first flame is a foregone conclusion. We will serve our master wholeheartedly, and we will only hope that we can get through the difficult and difficult times of the deep sea together. ”

It's hard to imagine that Archbishop MacDonald's bucket-like waist could bend to such a point.

The black mud that had been surrounding and closing towards the priests first froze, and then began to retract in a 'sloppy' manner.

Eldridge wasn't ready to eat these 'believers'.

Words can deceive, but the dark power of this group of people, and the souls that have been distorted. These things can't lie.

People like them will never be accepted by the royal family of Los Ric. It's a 'heretic' who will be killed when he sees it!

Although he didn't care too much about these people who wanted to believe in him, he had already shown a plan in the soul that had just been devoured-

A plan that would allow him to eat the gods!

He had eaten the new god capital in the Cold Valley, the people of Irusil.

It is the current leader of the gods of fire, the son of the original god king King Gwendrin, and the residence of the god of the dark moon.

The people there more or less also have the blood of the gods who ignite the fire on their bodies, and even their appearance is called 'face shape similar to that of the gods'.

Eldridge remembered the sweet, plump taste of the flavors he had eaten there before.

During those years when he remained in human form and acted in secrecy as the White Archbishop, even the screams of the Irushirs felt nourishing to him.

And if you can eat the real . What about God!?

So will the nutrients you have accumulated be able to survive the harsh deep-sea era after the flame is extinguished?

Anyway, you should always eat more, even if it's not enough to eat God, you can continue to eat.

"Let's go! Set out! ”

The whispers of the soul began to command the believers as masters.

"It has to be as soon as possible. You have to accumulate a lot of strength and eat more! ”

"Yes, yes, my master."

MacDonald and Louis each stepped out of the way, and the clergymen behind them moved out of the way.

They were respectful and humble, as if they were not to make way for a disgusting mass of 'asphalt' to pass, but as if they were noble and great people.

"But don't be in a hurry, master."

"We've got a meal for you in this church."

The two archbishops bowed their heads respectfully as they extended a hand towards the door of the hall as an invitation to eat.

"That is an incognito goddess, although her identity has been buried and her tongue has been pulled out, but there is no doubt about the nobility of her bloodline."

With the sound of 'squeak', the deepest door in this secluded church slowly opened.

And the terrifying and disgusting black mud also couldn't wait to get out of the crack in the door.

Meanwhile.

"Bang!"

Lan En, who walked out of the door of the library of the secluded church, happened to walk in front of a priest.

The witcher didn't even look at him, but as he passed by, he pressed the back of his head and slammed it against the wall next to him.

Suddenly, the slurry squeezed out of the broken brain door smashed into the wooden wall decoration.

"Meow!?"

Outside the door, because he didn't want to read a book and didn't want to be too far away from Lan En, the flannel ball was so bored that he was playing with his tail and suddenly jumped up and screamed in surprise.

Lan En beckoned, and the kitten instinctively followed in a stunned state.

"It's obvious, flannel balls. Now get ready to get into battle and get nervous. ”

"Understood!" Sanhua Kitten immediately straightened his helmet and pulled out the Thunder Cat Sword behind his back. But then there was a little confusion.

"But. . . Who is the enemy? ”

"Boom!" With a bang, Lan En, who was walking in front, kicked open the solid wooden door in front of him directly, and the high and empty main hall of the secluded church appeared in front of them.

"The enemy is the entire Shadowy Order, Flannel Ball!"

"Go and open the gate to the stables and let the Kirin in!"

(End of chapter)