Medieval Empire Soldier

  Chapter 11 Eleven. The Chosen One?

  Into the night, Bray Town, Sigmar Church.

  In front of the balcony of the room on the second floor of Lallen Church, looking out

  Inside the locked gate of the church, there were groups of whippers in the square in front of the gate. At least 40 people kept going back and forth around the church to repent and recite scriptures.

   They are often poor people who are homeless, their relatives are desecrated and helpless, and in the end of despair they seize the last "savior" handed over by religion - "sacrifice".

  The unique spirit of sacrifice of the order side has created the thrasher of the human empire, the guardian of the church opposite the Grey Mountains, and the dwarf "sorrowful butcher".

Whether it's the church or the elector, a large number of thrashers will join in at the first moment of the war, and they will rush to the front without fear of death, waving the flail in their hands to give the enemy a fatal blow, bathed in blood absolve yourself of guilt.

When there was no war, these poor people would roam the empire in groups, "correcting the wrong" with paranoid behavior and violence, believing that the end would come, that all things would be destroyed, and that the only way to save themselves was It's repentance and masochism.

  Lyren looked at them with disgust.

  In the vast territory of the empire, many people will only do anti-social things when they are desperate.

  The lashers gave up everything they had, practiced penance and prayer all day, wore tattered clothes, only ate a little bread and water every day, and put their hearts and minds in their religious beliefs, praying that God would have more mercy on mankind.

   After closing the curtains, Layen fell on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

   The thought of going to the Lord's Castle tomorrow, and maybe encountering Chaos Demons and the like in it, makes my head go big.

  Lairn threw off his thoughts and stopped thinking about it. After putting on his clothes again, he walked out of the room.

   A few torches illuminated the corners of the hall. Except for the patrolling priests and paladins, no one is allowed to appear in the church at night to prevent valuables from being stolen from the church.

   But this set of regulations did not work as it should, and what should be stolen will still be stolen.

  In the hall of Sigmar Church, the giant statue of the God of Justice is emitting a soft light. The divine power of the God of Justice protects the entire church from being corrupted by chaos, and the divine power also affects the environment of Bray Town to a certain extent.

   After several paladins left from one side of the hall to the other, there was no one else in the church hall.

  Laylen walked gently along the aisle. Although he was arranged by the old priest Zeis, he still had to follow the rules at night to avoid disturbing others.

   In the room on the side of the aisle, there was a sound of rummaging, which was particularly harsh in the silent night.

  Laylen tiptoed close to the door, with the long sword hanging from his waist, pulled out his weapon with one hand, pushed open the wooden door with the other, and entered slowly.

This is a room for storing clutter. Old tables and chairs, brooms and moldy wooden cabinets are everywhere. Few people come here on weekdays. Figure, he is flipping back and forth through a book.

  Lyren bent down, held his breath, and approached slowly.

   The man was holding a candle in one hand and flipping through the words on the pages of the book with all his attention, completely unaware that someone was approaching behind him.

  It looks like Luther Huss?

  Layen took out a fire stick and lit the torches on the wall, and suddenly, the whole room was illuminated.

  The gray-robed man turned around and stood up in surprise, hurriedly closing the book in his hand and carrying it behind his back, his voice trembling with excitement: "Pastor Zais, I didn't take your book."

   "Luther Huss?" Lailen raised his brows, put away his long sword, and grinned: "I'm not that old guy from Zais, he's already asleep by this time."

   "You are Your Excellency Lallen?" Luther Huss recognized the man in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief.

  Laylen quickly waved his hand and said with a smile, "Why are you not Your Excellency? Just call me Laylen. Same, I'll call you Hus from now on, how about that?"

  The gray-robed acolyte was stunned, nodded and agreed.

  Lyren noticed that the gray-robed acolyte shrank back subconsciously with his back to his hand: "Is it secretly taken from Zais' bookcase again?"

The gray-robed acolyte shook his head in denial, and handed the books behind him to Lallen: "These are the few books that Pastor Zeis allowed me to read this morning. In the acolyte's room, other people were snoring loudly, so I ran to this place. Look at the room, quiet, no one disturbed."

   "That's true."

  Lairn has a deep understanding of this, and can't help but recall a certain period of residential life when he was young. Several people were crowded into a room, and it was like thunder at night.

   "Oh, I almost forgot, one thing." The acolyte in the gray robe remembered something, lowered his head and took out a piece of jewelry from the gray robe and handed it to Lallen: "This is for you."

"Give it to me?" Lailun was a little surprised. He put his hand in the palm of his hand. It was a piece of Sigma Church's holy emblem that was less than the size of a palm, but it was different from the church's iron holy emblem. rather rough.

   It seems that the grey-robed acolyte in front of him made it himself.

  Luther Hus scratched his head, and was a little embarrassed: "I carved this holy emblem in my spare time. I am clumsy, and it took me more than two months to make it. I hope you can accept it, Laren."

  【Equipment: Holy Emblem of Luther Huss (fine peck)】

  [Equipment effect: Immune to 5% physical attack, 5% ranged attack, and counteract Chaos Corruption when worn. 】

   "Huh?" Lailun stared at the holy emblem in his hand with a dull expression.

   This thing is so good? Or fine-pecking equipment, that is, the blue rank! Make big money!

  The quality of the equipment depends on the manufacturer?

  The gray-robed acolyte didn't say a word before meeting, mistakenly thinking that Laylen thought this holy emblem was meaningless.

   He took a deep breath and said firmly: "I know that this piece of jewelry is far from worth 10 silver coins, but Lord Laren helped me once in the morning, and I will definitely repay this kindness."

  Lyren was still immersed in the joy of obtaining the blue-grade equipment, smiling from ear to ear, not paying attention to the words of the gray-robed acolyte for a while.

"Ah?" After five seconds, he reacted and waved his hands quickly: "No no no, you misunderstood me Hus, I am so happy, this holy emblem is really good! I really want to give it to me. ?"

   Seeing Laren's smile, Hus's dark brown eyes were full of joy, and he nodded solemnly: "I really give it to you, Brother Laren, if you don't dislike it, it's good."

  【Faith +1】

   "I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it at all, how can I dislike it?" Lailun touched the wooden sacred emblem and couldn't put it down. He was white with blue-grade equipment, who wasn't happy?

   "That. Hus."

"Um?"

  Lairn smiled and said in a negotiated tone: "Can you give me all the holy emblems you make in the future? I'll pay you."

"what?"

   "Don't worry about this, you read your book, I'll go back to rest first."

"Oh Amount."

   As soon as the door was opened, a muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from the end of the corridor.

  Lyren turned to look at the grey robe acolyte: "Did you knock something off?"

   The latter shook his head quickly, indicating that he didn't know.

  Lairn squinted his eyes, quickly turned back to the utility room, closed the wooden door, and extinguished the torches on the wall. Lutherhus also blew out the candles.

  The room was completely dark, and after that, the corridor was silent, as if nothing had happened, and the silence in the corridor was extraordinarily eerie.

   is another dull post.

   "Dong~dong~dong~" There were a lot of footsteps from the other side of the corridor, hurried and chaotic, but the direction was uniform.

   In the absence of a glimmer of light, Lallen could not observe the situation.

  The sound of footsteps is getting farther and farther, and there is no utility room.

  Lyren judged that the group had walked to the right side of the corridor, and asked the gray-robed acolyte, "Which rooms are at the end of the corridor?"

   The latter pondered for a while and replied, "Most of them are private prayer rooms and a penance hall, but the area at the end of the corner is a room for storing sacred relics."

   "Storing the sacred artifact?" Lailun fell into contemplation, and suddenly realized something, his pupils opened wider and wider, and murmured: "Lord Leif. Chaos Believer Demon"

   "Brother Lallen, what's the matter?" Luther Huss hesitated.

Lallen took a deep breath, his Adam's apple twitched involuntarily, and turned his head to look at the gray-robed acolyte: "Hus, you are familiar with the church environment, and immediately go outside to find the patrolling paladins and other guards, I guessed right. If so, the person who sneaked in just now is likely to be a Chaos believer."

   "Chaos believers?" Luther Huss clenched his fists, and he was a little nervous after hearing what Layen said: "This is Sigmar Church, how could they sneak in?"

   "In order to stop a certain plan." Laren slowly pushed open the wooden door, walked out first, and slowly drew out his long sword.

   "Follow me first."

   All the torches in the corridor were extinguished, the surroundings were extremely dark, and a faint blood-colored mist enveloped the corridor.

  Laylen silently chanted a dazzling light technique in his heart, and suddenly, his left palm turned upwards, and a halo instantly appeared, illuminating the three-meter field of vision around him.

  ?

  Luther Hus opened his eyes to look at the halo, and then stared at the man in front of him: "Are you a spellcaster?"

  "No" Lallen said in a flat tone: "This is the power of the twin-tailed comet, the power of my Lord Sigmar."

Regarding the Flare Art, Laylen has already thought about the words and strategies. Anyway, no one knows the specific use of the power of the twin-tailed comet. Many documents in the church record that the battle priest uses the power of the milky white twin-tailed comet to drive out evil. .

  The light of the dazzling light is also milky white, so just grab a little bit and insist that it is the power of the two-tailed comet, which is blessed by Sigma.

   "You are my lord's chosen one?" Luther Hus opened his mouth wide enough to shove a hammer.

   "That's right."

   Ask for tickets and collections!

   Double update today

   (end of this chapter)