Astartes of the Bear School

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."

Leonard chuckled ironically as he spoke.

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

Lane said he was noncommittal about Leonard's statement.

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

This 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.

So 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—The Crystalized Old Man].
Faced with something that many locals might be familiar with, but that he, a foreigner, could not understand at all, 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, Lothric 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 favorable impression or attention to religious identity.

This place is close to a waterhole and you can get water within two steps. It is 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.

It was a very traditional magician outfit, with a pointed hat and a large robe.

"Tonight off."

Women, on the other hand, 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 started to move again following his order.

In the magical medieval world, this thing is an "outdated enough to be a collector's item" in the warlock circle.

This is another point that makes Lan En feel familiar and a little reassuring: religious personnel and magicians always don't deal with it.

The magicians wearing wide-brimmed pointed hats just glanced past the ruins, 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 Fran Fortress had to salute from a distance.

Today's warlocks, men prefer puff-sleeved tights, breeches and other aristocratic outfits.

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 there is no problem in setting up camp here and resting for the night.

People began to get busy and prepare for the night.

Rosalia'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.

Archbishop Klimt served on the left and right side of the carriage.

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

After walking for such a day, he, an old-looking cleric, didn't even 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 beside Rosalia's carriage and fire, bowed his head in prayer, and spoke to the demon hunter 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 flames means falling into darkness and facing danger. What's more, now that the flames have 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 gave a slight salute 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.

A few steps after Lan En walked out of the camp, he was completely plunged into darkness.

Then he didn't 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.

The two guys, Linbuqiu and Qilin, seemed to be running toward Lan En in a hurry.

That anxiety made Lan En frown slightly.

"Xilulu!"

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

But then Lan En gently held his mouth.

Fluffy Ball also quickly jumped off 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?"

Both guys looked wrong, so Lan En frowned and asked.

But the always brave and optimistic Ellu Cat didn't know what to say and just jumped onto Lan En's shoulder.

After arriving at 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.

"It just feels like there is something in the darkness here, but I can't find it. It's so tortured, nya!"

"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.

Ancient dragons are not on the same level as ordinary creatures in terms of vitality, perception, and combat power.

So Lan En thought maybe he could learn something from Qilin's mouth.

But it still doesn't work.

Even Qilin's words were even more confusing than the flannel ball, as if he was severely frightened.

After all, Qilin 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 dark 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)