Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 872 854. Archbishop of the Motorcade

And just as the two of them were chatting and walking in this dead atmosphere, they were walking towards the undead settlement mentioned by Fodolink.

After walking through several steep and strange hillsides, a loud sound suddenly came from a not-so-distant distance.

The terrain of this mountain is very strange, with frequent differences in height and height, and the movement of the ground is difficult to understand.

Lan En had spent some time in Yanan, which had the same complex terrain. He felt that this mountain was really comparable to the mountain where the mountain city of Yanan was located.

Therefore, the propagation of sound is also hindered on such a rugged and unique mountain road.

Even in this silent environment, those noisy sounds only appear on a few routes that can propagate sound.

Without looking back, Fodolink raised his hand, motioning for Lan to follow him and stop.

Lan En also waved his right hand where the old knight couldn't see him, signaling to Flannel Ball and Qilin, who had been following him from a distance, to stay hidden.

Although the sounds coming from the distance were noisy, there were no panic screams or painful wails. It seemed to be just a lot of noise caused by the large number of people and vehicles.

Fodolink was a local guide in Lan En's eyes, so he was only more vigilant, but had no objection.

"Archbishop Klimt?"

They didn't talk much, and their expressions seemed to be naturally gloomy and calm.

The leader of the convoy first walked out from the side of a hill, and then pulled out a long line of people and frames behind him.

Judging from the sound, it looked like a convoy.

A large but well-organized convoy gradually drove over.

"Don't act rashly, just wait by the roadside. At this time, a large convoy can be pulled out of the situation, so it should have some status. This is the city of Lothric, and no one can disobey Osroais king."

Just walking silently, there was the sound of collisions between armor parts, as well as the sounds of the halberds, spears and shoulder armors on the shoulders.

"That is."

Fodolink seemed to know the leader, he murmured.

This narrow terrain is not suitable for horseback riding, so except for a few carts, everyone is on foot.

As the noisy sound gradually approached, it was indeed as Fodorink estimated.

"Do you want to hide first?"

Lan asked softly, tilting his head to Fodolink.

After all, the old knight said that due to the decline of the flame and the hardships of the world, trust can rarely be born between people.

The walking people fit well with Lan En's initial impression of the world.

Each person's voice is not loud, but when they are gathered together, it becomes noisy.

"If they were just passing by, but we ended up hiding on the side, and if we were discovered by the experts in the convoy, it would be impossible to explain."

But Fodolink shook his head after thinking for a moment.

Lan En was standing behind Fodolink, leaning against the mountain wall with his arms folded.

It would be unwise to meet each other on this narrow and rugged mountain road.

The pair of cat eyes were tilted sideways, looking at the motorcade that had walked not far away through the silver hair scattered from the forehead.

The person walking in the lead was wearing very recognizable clothes.

It was similar to what Christian bishops in Lan En's home world wore when performing ceremonies on formal occasions.

The dark blue silk robe is so soft that it reflects light and shines.

The various ribbons hanging on the robe are religious decorations. The ornately decorated shawl symbolizes 'being under the protection of God'.

The most distinctive feature is the white high hat with gold patterns.

An out-and-out clergy image, one with a high status.

However, unlike ordinary religious figures who are powerless and advocate non-violence, he carries an exquisite double-pronged gun in his arms.

The silver-white spear was very sharp, but the exquisite and complicated hollow carvings on the head of the spear, as well as the posture of the gun holder holding it in his arm, made Lan En unsure whether this was a religious ritual weapon. , or a combat weapon. Archbishop Klimt apparently also saw the two people on the road.

He raised the hand that was not holding the spear gently and slowly, then left the team and walked towards the two people on the roadside.

Two tall, iron barrel-like knights followed behind him.

The remaining people continued to walk according to the route.

"May the fire guide your path, Fodolink."

The old knight bowed skillfully, and the archbishop also used religious gestures skillfully, tapping his shoulders on both sides.

As he spoke, he pulled out a crimson strip of cloth from his large robe, put it on Fodolink's body, and tied it for him.

Lan En saw these actions in his eyes. In this world where [fire] has special significance, covering the body with a crimson cloth seems to have the meaning of being 'blessed by the flame'.

After a series of actions are completed, the conversation can begin.

"You are still wandering around here. You miserable man. There is no other way to get rid of the curse of immortality except to let the flames flourish again."

Archbishop Klimt said softly.

Fodolink lowered his head and trembled, but still did not speak, seeming to be stubborn and unwilling.

After Lan En heard this, he looked at the old knight from behind.

As expected, Fodolink himself is also an immortal.

That's why he had those emotions when chatting before.

Archbishop Klimt is also of average height, but he is also very old and has a gray beard that is not too long.

The beard that was supposed to be bold looked a bit gloomy on his face.

The two knights behind him were about the same size as Lan En, and the heads of ordinary people would basically reach their chests.

They wore iron bucket helmets and heavy armor that looked sturdy.

The plate armor was lined with chain armor and leather armor, and a loose monk's robe was worn between the plate armor and chain armor to show their status as church knights.

It's just that the plate armor tied up the too-sluggish chest, abdomen and torso of the monk's robe, leaving only the large sleeves of both arms hanging outside.

Fodolink once said about Lan En before, "Everyone saw that the lumberjack's figure became abnormal but he still stayed close. I don't know whether it was stupidity or bravery."

This shows that the body shape of ordinary people is actually 'normal' in this world, but he didn't express anything when he saw Lan En.

These unusually tall church knights also followed the archbishop majestically.

There are still many confusions in this world for Lan En, but it seems that these things cannot be understood in a short time.

Lan En is not impatient and can be very patient as long as necessary.

"Sir, I haven't seen you come out of the Netherworld Church for a long time."

Fodolink's old voice was filled with respect.

“What’s the big fanfare for this time?”

The convoy was still passing by on the mountain road beside a few people, and there was a lot of clattering sounds of armors and footsteps.

If it weren't for the relatively high humidity here, the dust would have been choking.

"We must welcome back a little-known goddess. She has encountered a change. Now only the Church of the Underworld can allow her to rest for a while."

Klimt's lips under his gray beard pursed and he spoke vaguely, while his eyes subconsciously dodge slightly.

There's an obvious 'stop talking and let the questioner stop' look.

And just as they were talking about gods, the most luxurious and solemn vehicle in the fleet was driving past a few people.

And on top of the bicycle frame, there was a tall female figure, sitting on her knees in the shadowy black gauze curtain.

(End of this chapter)