[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bear-school-astartes":3,"chapter-bear-school-astartes-bear-school-astartes-chapter-884":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Bear School Astartes",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1620594,2087,"Chapter 884 - 867: The Awakened Lord of Cinders","bear-school-astartes-chapter-884",884,"\u003Cp>\"The Dark Moon Pope of Ilyushil, his timing is quite precise indeed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>MacDonald’s chubby face was scrunched up into a grin as he respectfully bowed his head towards the coffin, whispering softly to Archbishop Louis beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This archbishop was rather short, only reaching MacDonald’s height when he wore the religiously significant white crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike MacDonald, he didn’t like to wear a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at this moment, a faint red glow was visible in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The timing is one thing...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis responded softly to his colleague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But whether he transformed Ilyushil into its proper form in the plan is another matter entirely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, Louis. You should have more faith in Shalivan,\" MacDonald seemed quite confident in the Dark Moon Pope. \"He is truly our ’brother’ sharing the same faith.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the object of their faith was now crawling out of the coffin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a room with a similarly lofty dome, and within this circular room, high walls were engraved with numerous niches, each containing a statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All these statues faced the central massive coffin, as if hoping their power might watch over the middle coffin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the clergy seemed worried that the statues might not endure it, so they covered them with deep red cloths, symbolizing the protection of flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long iron chains hung down from the dome, carrying faint candlelight and more profound shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the coffin, which emitted the sound of stone slab scraping, more candles were placed along its edges and corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On one hand, they hoped the light of the flame could suppress what was inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other, melted candle wax carried the symbolic image of a ’flame seal’ in the occult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The size of the coffin was almost that of a small room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its surroundings were also hollow-carved with numerous sacred figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet these means of suppression against what lay within were methods of a bygone era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the watchers of the coffin were tempted by what was inside, turning from sealers into devotees... all those measures could be undone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when Losric City was already in chaos due to the truly world-shaking matter of the ’waning flame,’ and the creators of the guard procedures were already overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priests of the Profound Church bowed low in salutation, while the sound from the stone slab on the coffin grew louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the entire thick stone lid was forcefully pushed up, lifted from the main body of the coffin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a pool of black semi-solid substance, like thick oil or tar, flowed down like a waterfall, sliding and crashing down from the high coffin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Elderidge, who had consumed so many human beings that he had turned into a pool of sludge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He plopped onto the stone floor of the hall, with only a faintly visible white crown, stained and corroded black, to prove his once humanoid identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>MacDonald and Louis, now respectfully bowed and retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were drawn, deeply researched, and eventually became followers due to Elderidge’s profoundly deep power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, they had never communicated with this ’Lord of Cinder who devours humans.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, before now, it had merely been a residue and ash burned by the initial fire, lying in a coffin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now things were different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fail-safe measures of Losric’s fire transmission had already been triggered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The designated Lord of Cinder, Prince Losric, delayed and refused to transmit the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the alternate Lord of Cinder, the powerful captured warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, as their ally the Dark Moon Pope Shalivan asserted, for whatever reason, he simply could not link the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After both alternate Lords of Cinder were proven problematic, Losric’s standard fire linking process had been completely breached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The recent bell toll signaled the commencement of the ’non-standard fire linking process.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bell would awaken the four Lords of Cinder from previous fire-linking rituals who had not been completely burned out but had residual ashes remaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Lords of Cinder could temporarily stabilize the initial flame, buying Losric time to determine the next course of action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A complete and comprehensive fire linking procedure was the greatest support that allowed Losric to stand at the pinnacle of the world in decline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also among the numerous achievements of King Ausloes who established it in his lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, although the priests of the Profound Church had never communicated with ’their master.’ They were only enchanted and engrossed by the echoes of the power he left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, although they respectfully obeyed, they were very aware that in ’their master’s’ eyes, they were no different from regular food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As MacDonald and Louis retreated, one priest stepped forward with a fanatical expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended his arms wide and walked towards the pool of undulating ’tar.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The viscous and lively ’tar,’ upon contacting a living being, like a starved beast, immediately sprouted many disgusting tentacles, entangling and enveloping the priest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now turned into a pool of sludge, Elderidge’s sludge was not only his body but also his ’mouth.’ Contact meant consumption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fanatical priest wore an excited face at first, as if delighted to be devoured by his ’master.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, waves of pain began pouring in from his flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression shifted from excitement and self-sacrifice to glimpses of pain, hesitation, and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, these negative emotions increased until he let out a pitiful wail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, ah!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screams echoed within the church, ethereal and enigmatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining priests, however, watched the ’master’s’ feeding process with satisfaction, like admiring a form of art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark sludge seems to prefer starting from the non-lethal parts, slowly consuming from the limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It doesn’t harm the ’food’s vocal organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elderidge is notorious for his horrifying cannibalistic acts, and he always yearns to share his views:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To bathe in shrieks while feeling the tremor of life──that’s the true way to feast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screams in the dark sludge gradually cease, leaving only undigested scattered white bones, floating and appearing intermittently within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The body is devoured, and the soul too is digested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The messages and intelligence in the soul are simultaneously understood by the freshly eaten entity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The expanding, predatory dark sludge hesitates right before reaching the two archbishops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You... are not here to escort me to the Fire Transmission Altar?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whisper from the soul reverberates within the hall, not a sound from the physical realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We are faithful followers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>MacDonald steps forward, still maintaining his chubby, smiling demeanor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But we do not worship the Fire Gods, instead──we are followers of the Profound!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the current world, the extinction of the First Flame is inevitable. We devote ourselves fully to our master, hoping to endure the difficult and harsh deep sea era together.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s hard to imagine Archbishop MacDonald’s waist, akin to a barrel, could bend in such a way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark sludge, initially closing in to surround the priests, first goes still, then starts to recede with a ’slithering’ sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elderidge decides not to eat these ’followers’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Words can deceive, but the profound strength these people bear, along with their already mutated souls... these do not lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People of their kind would never be accepted by Losric’s Royal Family, regarded as ’heretics’ to be slain on sight!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although he’s not too concerned about those who decide to worship him of their own accord, a plan has already been presented through the souls just devoured──\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A plan to feast on... divine beings!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had eaten from the New Divine Capital within the Cold Valley, the people of Ilyushil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There lies the residence of the first-generation God King, Great King G Wen’s youngest son, the Dark Moon God Gwendolin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people there possess, to varying degrees, the bloodline of the Fire Gods, even their appearance is often described as ’having god-like facial features’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elderidge recalls the flavors he tasted from there before... that sweet and rich texture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the years when he maintained human form and secretly operated as the White Sect Archbishop, even the screams of Ilyushil’s people seemed nutritious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if he could consume a true... divine being?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would the nutrition accumulated enable him to survive the era of deep seas after the flame extinguishes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely, eating more is necessary, even if consuming a god isn’t enough, he can still continue eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Set out! Depart!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soul whispers start commanding the followers as the master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Must hasten... still need to gather much strength... need to eat more!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, yes, my master.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>MacDonald and Louis each step aside, allowing the accompanying priests to open a path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They are respectful and humble, as if making way not for a repulsive blob of ’tar’, but for a noble and great entity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But there’s no need to rush, master.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’ve prepared a meal for you in this church.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two archbishops bow respectfully, simultaneously extending a hand towards the hall door with an invitation to feast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is an anonymous goddess, although her identity is buried and her tongue removed, the nobility of her bloodline is undeniable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a ’creak’, the deepest door within the Profound Church slowly opens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the horrifyingly repulsive dark sludge eagerly emerges from the gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bang!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Lann steps out of the Profound Church library door, a priest happens to walk by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Demon Hunter doesn’t even glance at him, and as he passes, he casually presses down on the priest’s head, slamming it against the nearby wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, the pulp from the shattered skull splatters against the wooden wall decoration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Meow!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the door, Rong Buqiu, bored from not wanting to read and yet unwilling to stray far from Lann, jumps up at the sight with a surprised cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann waves his hand, and the kitten instinctively follows in a daze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The situation is clear, Rong Buqiu. Prepare to enter combat mode, get tense.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood, meow!\" The Three-Floral Kitten promptly adjusts its helmet and draws the Thunder Cat Sword from its back, but hesitates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But... who is the enemy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a \"thump!\", the leading Lann directly kicks open the solid wood door before him, revealing the high and spacious nave of the Profound Church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The enemy is the entire Profound Church, Rong Buqiu!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go open the door connected to the stable, let Qilin in!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1697,"2026-06-06T10:40:27.676Z",1,"novelbin.me","f86d5b46e222487570ce36c658c0400eb6967089fbb8e42ddadf2ac1c8af18ae","bear-school-astartes-chapter-831","bear-school-astartes-chapter-830",1043,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbear-school-astartes-cover.jpg"]