MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 877 859 dark

Chapter 877 859.Darkness

“So to this day, even though it has been hundreds of years since the Immortal Team spread fire, those magicians still want to find ‘leftovers’ in these ruins.”

As he spoke, Leonard chuckled ironically.

“They even want to please the crystallized old man who stays here, and volunteer to guard the door for him, thinking that they can get what they want by doing something stupid.”

 As for Leonard’s statement, Lane expressed non-committal.

 He has already felt that Leonard is the kind of character who becomes extreme and cynical after suffering a blow.

This kind of blow may be due to his own circumstances, or it may be due to the changes that have happened to the goddess he serves.

  Anyway, there is something wrong with his character.

Hence, even though Lan En could only say a few words to Leonard, who hoped to persuade him to serve the goddess, because people here were not very talkative, he was not prepared to take any side of the story.

 【Bilheim's Dragon Academy】,【Undead Team Ally—Crystalized Old Man】.

Faced with something that may be familiar to many locals, but completely incomprehensible to him as an outsider, Lan chose to let Mentos create a file in his mind first, and later fill in the content through investigation and inquiry.

As the sky grew dark, the entire team also stopped when the leader, Archbishop Klimt, raised his hand.

 In this world, he saw many things and things he had never seen before.

 But here in Lothric, he actually felt a little relieved that he could see the normal changes in the sky.

It's just that the magicians at the Behem Dragon Academy whom Leonard said don't seem to have any good feelings or attention to religious identity.

This place is close to a waterhole, and you can get water within two steps. It is considered a good camping spot.

At this time, the yellow color in the sky gradually began to dim.

Lan En saw a few pointed hats with wide brims flashing past in the ruins of the fortress next to the camp.

Klimt's status as archbishop seems to be very noble.

 That is a very traditional magician's attire, a pointed hat and a big robe.

 “Have a rest tonight.”

 While women prefer an open style.

 In the New World, Ancient Greece, and the Land of Reeds, Lan En was able to appreciate the peculiar ecology, unique power, and magnificent life there as if traveling.

　　The Archbishop turned around and after a brief speech, the entire convoy moved back into action following his order.

In the magical medieval world, this thing is an "outdated enough to be used as a collection" dress in the warlock circle.

This is another point that makes Lan feel familiar and a little reassuring: religious personnel and magicians are always difficult to deal with.

Those magicians wearing wide-brimmed pointed hats just passed by the ruins to take a look, but had no intention of coming out to communicate, and even specially arranged sentries.

 For some reason, this change in the sky actually made Lan En feel a little relieved at this time.

 The exiles guarding the gate of the Fortress of France had to salute from a distance.

 Nowadays, among warlocks, men prefer aristocratic outfits such as puff-sleeved tight tops, breeches, etc.

 The feeling brought about by the decadent atmosphere is a heaviness that is not found in other worlds. It seems that everything is sliding irresistibly towards the end of decline.

 Although these things have happened in other worlds before, as Fodolink said: This is a declining world.

 So it’s no problem to camp here and rest for the night.

 People began to get busy and prepare for spending the night.

Rosalía's frame was placed in the center, and the goddess still seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, making no movement or making a sound.

 The Archbishop Klimt served on the left and right sides of the carriage.

His physical strength seems to be good, and the double-pronged gun in his arms may not be a decoration.

　　After walking for such a day, he, an old-looking cleric, did not blush or breath.

Small fires were lit one by one, and believers wearing crimson hoods could often be seen praying with their hands clasped in front of the flames.

 The soldiers in the convoy are scattered in various places to ensure the speed of response when accidents occur everywhere.

Lan En walked out of the light range carrying a bucket, apparently wanting to get some water from the pool. However, when passing through the center of the camp, Archbishop Klimt knelt down beside Rosalia's carriage and fire, bowed his head in prayer, and spoke to the witcher without raising his head.

 “Don’t go too far into that pool, young man.”

“Although the pool is not deep, it has been filled with mud over the years. And there are also dangerous creatures living in the mud.”

“Staying away from the flame means falling into darkness and facing danger. What’s more, the flame has weakened so much.”

With the last words, whether it was a prayer or a reminder, Archbishop Klimt put his clasped hands on his gray beard and lowered his head deeply.

Lan En bowed slightly to the Archbishop, indicating that he had listened, and then continued to move beyond the light of the flames.

 The darkness of this world seems to be so deep that the light of the flames can only illuminate a small area.

 Lan En was completely plunged into darkness within a few steps of walking out of the camp.

 Then he did not go to the pool, but turned around and walked towards the other side.

 He gently rubbed the magic ring on his finger.

There was a connection between the magic equipment, and a figure with dim light ran quickly from the darkness in the distance.

 Flannel Ball and Qilin, the two guys seemed to be running towards Lan En in a hurry.

That anxiety made Lan En frown slightly.

Qilin opened his mouth and wanted to snort under the large and drapey rune cloth.

 But then Lan En gently pressed his mouth down.

flannel ball also quickly jumped down from Qilin's back and walked towards the hunter he was following. The kitten's face was still looking suspiciously towards the darkness behind him.

"What happened to you two? Did you encounter an enemy?"

 The expressions of both guys were not right, so Lan En frowned and asked.

 But the always brave and optimistic El Cat didn’t know what to say, so she just jumped onto Lan En’s shoulder.

Having reached this position, Lan En felt with his cheek that the hair that had exploded on the flannel ball was slowly calming down as he became relieved.

 “I don’t know either, meow.”

The flannel ball pursed his lips and said.

“I just feel like there is something in the darkness here, but I can’t find it. It’s so tortured, meow!”

 “Where’s Qilin?”

Lan En blocked his left hand with his body, and then the magical aura of chaos magic flickered slightly, establishing communication with the ancient dragon.

The ancient dragon is not on the same level as ordinary creatures in terms of vitality, perception, and combat power.

 So Lan En thought that he might be able to learn something from Qilin's mouth.

 But it still doesn’t work.

Even Qilin’s words were more confusing than those of Velvet Ball, as if he was severely frightened.

 After all, Kirin may not necessarily have as much experience as Velvet Ball in a real tough battle that can test his nerves.

 “The darkness here is not a peaceful night. It is different from the night!”

Qilin's hooves were digging vigorously on the ground, and nervous hot air was constantly blowing out from its large moist nostrils.

It just keeps repeating this sentence.

The tension between the two of them made Lan En frown deeply.

 Is the darkness of this world something so spiritually dangerous and oppressive?

 (End of this chapter)