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Chapter 873 - 856: The Goddess’s Followers and Knights · Oct 08, 2026

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851 Chapter 851 - 834: Power 2026-10-08
852 Chapter 852 - 835: Malaka! 2026-10-08
853 Chapter 853 - 836: Pulling Back 2026-10-08
854 Chapter 854 - 837: Phoebe’s Experience 2026-10-08
855 Chapter 855 - 838: Vascular Air Embolism 2026-10-08
856 Chapter 856 - 839: Leaving Athens 2026-10-08
857 Chapter 857 - 840: Surgery 2026-10-08
858 Chapter 858 - 841: Hormonal Response 2026-10-08
859 Chapter 859 - 842: Anxious 2026-10-08
860 Chapter 860 - 843: Xiu’s Repair 2026-10-08
861 Chapter 861 - 844: Metal That Can ’Grow 2026-10-08
862 Chapter 862 - 845: The Stockings Business 2026-10-08
863 Chapter 863 - 846: Pay Attention to Someone 2026-10-08
864 Chapter 864 - 847: Viggo Fortez 2026-10-08
865 Chapter 865 - 848: Understanding the Divine 2026-10-08
866 Chapter 866 - 849: Forest, Lumberjacks 2026-10-08
867 Chapter 867 - 850: Death 2026-10-08
868 Chapter 868 - 851: Old Knight 2026-10-08
869 Chapter 869 - 852: Undead 2026-10-08
870 Chapter 870 - 853: Flame 2026-10-08
871 Chapter 871 - 854: Caravan and the Archbishop 2026-10-08
872 Chapter 872 - 855: Goddess 2026-10-08
873 Chapter 873 - 856: The Goddess’s Followers and Knights 2026-10-08
874 Chapter 874 - 857: Female Knight 2026-10-08
875 Chapter 875 - 858: Abandoned Fortress 2026-10-08
876 Chapter 876 - 859: Darkness 2026-10-08
877 Chapter 877 - 860: Two Red Lights 2026-10-08
878 Chapter 878 - 861: Werewolf Possession 2026-10-08
879 Chapter 879 - 862: Torn Tongue 2026-10-08
880 Chapter 880 - 863: Profound Church 2026-10-08
881 Chapter 881 - 864: The Archbishop’s Dispute 2026-10-08
882 Chapter 882 - 865: Purification 2026-10-08
883 Chapter 883 - 866: The First Toll 2026-10-08
884 Chapter 884 - 867: The Awakened Lord of Cinders 2026-10-08
885 Chapter 885 - 868: The Contagious Abyssal Faith 2026-10-08
886 Chapter 886 - 869: Giants and Slaves 2026-10-08
887 Chapter 887 - 870: Hunting the Giant! 2026-10-08
888 Chapter 888 - 871: From Foot Soldier to Cavalry (3000) 2026-10-08
889 Chapter 889 - 872: Occultism and Natural Science 2026-10-08
890 Chapter 890 - 873: Breach! 2026-10-08
891 Chapter 891 - 874: Observing the Essence 2026-10-08
892 Chapter 892 - 874: Observing the Essence (2) 2026-10-08
893 Chapter 893 - 875: Grand [Miracle] 2026-10-08
894 Chapter 894 - 876: The Subjugation of the Abyssal Depths 2026-10-08
895 Chapter 895 - 877: The Goddess’s Identity 2026-10-08
896 Chapter 896 - 878: Rescuing the Saintess 2026-10-08
897 Chapter 897 - 879: Undead Settlement 2026-10-08
898 Chapter 898 - 880: Familiar Face, Departure 2026-10-08
899 Chapter 899 - 881: Grand Bridge to the City 2026-10-08
900 Chapter 900 - 882: Shocking Upheaval 2026-10-08

Chapter 873: Chapter 856: The Goddess’s Followers and Knights

”But you seem to be hiding from someone.”

Lann, leaning against the cliff wall with arms crossed, didn’t move, but suddenly spoke up.

Fodolink’s body, which was about to leave, froze for a moment, then resumed its movement.

He waved his hand without looking back.

”It’s just someone I’ve yet to meet at the agreed time... In this decaying world, we all have our own matters to attend to. Don’t mind this old fellow, let’s each go our separate ways, Lann.”

”May the flame protect you, farewell.”

Fodolink untied the deep red cloth that the archbishop had just wrapped around him and tossed it to Lann.

Then, without looking back, he disappeared into the rugged and winding mountain path.

In the mountain breeze, Lann gently raised his hand, and the deep red cloth floating in mid-air was caught in his hand.

”Decaying... world?”

The Demon Hunter looked up from this mountain path, noticing the dim yellow sky seemed unchanged. No change in the angle of light, no change in the intensity of light... as if hope had been lost.

Lann put the deep red cloth into his pocket and naturally joined the convoy.

The people in the convoy said nothing about his joining, nor did they even glance at him, simply burying their heads as they walked.

Archbishop Klimte, who led the convoy, claimed the main purpose was to ’bring back the unheralded Goddess.’

But such a large convoy, gathered with difficulty in this increasingly chaotic world, naturally aimed to accomplish as much as possible on this outing.

Thus, there were also some special items being transported in the convoy.

It was a group of corpses, so dry and withered that they even surpassed the exaggeration of the loggers Lann first encountered.

Their bodies elongated to about Lann’s height, yet emaciated enough to directly reveal the gaps between their ribs.

The hollow eye sockets were devoid of moist eyeballs, the once full and plump eyes now shriveled and stuck to the bottom of the sockets.

Most of these corpses had holes in their chests, as if pierced directly by spears, showing clean and swift wounds with no signs of struggle.

These must be ’Undead seeking liberation,’ just processed from the Undead Settlement and transported out.

Moving along with the convoy for convenience and safety.

These bodies were placed on several carriages at the end of the convoy.

Some were sealed in coffins, tightly chained. Others were directly stuffed into the carriage compartments.

In the convoy, apart from the church knights resembling iron towers, there were people of combat ability moving alongside these corpse-hauling carriages.

Seemingly prepared to deal swiftly should the undead suddenly revive and cause chaos.

Throughout the convoy, there were believers everywhere.

They wore religious robes and cowls, but the patterns and textures were vastly inferior to those of Archbishop Klimte, revealing the hierarchy within the religion.

Some of them held large flags, some small ones, mostly deep red with golden rhomboid patterns, likely some emblem.

More followers simply clasped their hands before their chests, whispering prayers as they walked.

Yet the most noticeable in the entire convoy were not the piles of undead bodies, nor the devout believers or vigilant warriors... but a group of unusual beings.

They appeared as plump, fleshy worms.

Or rather... Maggot Men.

Their entire bodies had turned into flesh-colored worm-like forms, squirming and bulky, retaining only two arms and a head and neck on the upper torso.

However, on those faces, the features distorted and unclear like melted wax, leaving only vaguely outlined cavities.

If Lann had encountered these Maggot Men in the wild, he would likely draw his blade first and assess the situation afterward.

But now, these grotesque Maggot Men were openly crawling and squirming within the convoy.

A few held religious staffs in their hands, using them to support their upper bodies as they moved.

These Maggot Men’s status seemed quite high, as the followers surrounded them closely, just behind the Goddess’s car.

”Those are devotees of the Goddess Rosalie.”

”Undergoing the ’Rebirth Ritual,’ walking through the process of rebirth.”

Suddenly, a steady male voice with an aristocratic accent spoke beside Lann.

Lann, considering himself ’barely a fighter,’ naturally positioned himself at the back of the convoy, among the warriors guarding the undead corpses.

It was one of these people who talked to him.

Lann glanced sideways at a normally built man. Yet his attire...

Reminded Lann of the Hunters of Yan’an.

A black leather coat, gloves, boots, with metal components inside to enhance protection of key areas, a three-cornered hat on his head, and a silver mask revealing only his eyes.

In this world, as far as Lann could see, everyone still dressed in the proper knightly attire, with armor or common clothing typical of that era.

This man’s Victorian Era ensemble was undeniably conspicuous.

He appeared to be a follower of Goddess Rosalie.

Because his tone now seemed similar to the Missionary of Eternal Fire spreading sermons among the countryside.

Except those Missionaries of Eternal Fire were fervent, spreading hate, whereas this man was measured, unhurried.

Nonetheless, at heart, he was still a ’Missionary.’

”This Goddess is named Rosalie?”

Lann turned his face back, showing no particular interest.

”Indeed, Rosalie, the Mother of Rebirth. I am Leonard, a Knight serving the Goddess.”

As Lann’s experience suggested, characters like ’Missionaries’, if you showed even lukewarm curiosity toward their words, they would willingly continue speaking.

Too enthusiastic, they deem you self-driven, needing no effort spent. Too cold, they see no point in wasting time on you, feeling futile.

Lann’s current attitude was just enough to warrant effort and persuasion.

”The Goddess possesses the power of ’Rebirth,’ as a Warrior, I believe you understand the necessity of ’Rebirth’.”

Leonard introduced his Goddess to this fresh encounter with a calm voice.

”Lacking talent to advance further. Crippling injuries and hidden ache from brutal battles. Old age marked by pain, frailty, and desolation. These are inescapable fates for warriors.”

”But through the ’Rebirth Ritual,’ one can gain a new life, carrying experience and strength!”

”The ugly can become beautiful, the short can grow tall...”

Leonard’s words carried a hint of temptation, his voice as soothing as a dream.

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