Chapter 602 Are you awake?
The priest who was hit had a much more painful expression on his face. His head was covered with bruises, his brows were wrinkled, and his face was full of wrinkles.
Richard felt that he could understand him very well. The physical fitness of the Buried Ones was really high. He thought it was outrageous that Nora could still survive after having her head chopped off. Now it seemed that the other Buried Ones were also very talented.
Just when Richard couldn't bear it anymore and stood up to try to persuade him, the young priest's eyelids trembled and he successfully opened his eyes.
He didn't care about this strange environment at all. Richard, the strange superhuman standing next to him, didn't even look at the pile of broken helmets thrown on the ground. Instead, he looked at Gwen with horror and shouted:
"Stop smashing it, stop smashing it, I'm awake, I'm really awake!!"
Nora and Richard's eyes lit up, but Gwen's face showed a bit of disappointment.
“It really works!?”
"Of course it will be useful. This is a proper awakening ceremony. We all use this method to awaken our companions."
"Then your awakening method is quite helmet-consuming."
Gwen glanced at the helmets scattered on the ground, and said with a little hesitation: "Normally, it wouldn't take so many hits."
"Yes! That's right! No need to smash it, I'm awake! Gwen, please put away the flail!" The priest's eyes were full of fear and, uh, the desire to survive.
"Your head is bleeding, can I heal you?" Gwen swung the flail, eager to try. "I remember this flail can also be used for healing."
"No! No need! It's just a minor injury!" The priest forced a smile with difficulty, completely ignoring the streaks of blood flowing down his head.
"Okay." Gwen lowered his hand holding the flail, his tone a little disappointed, but then he turned to look at the other priests who were still lying on the bed.
For some reason, Richard felt that the priests seemed to tremble together.
"Hello, my friend from the Silent Temple. I'm the doctor here. Just lie down and don't move. I'll bandage you. Don't worry, Gwen won't come over. It's normal to have a headache."
Richard walked up and, while trying to comfort the frightened priest, he took out a bandage and bandaged him.
The bandage was quickly completed and the bleeding stopped, but the soothing effect was obviously not very good. He still looked at Gwen not far away with a horrified face.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After confirming that the traditional awakening ceremony of the Temple of Silence was effective, Gwen began to awaken other priests with great interest.
She lined up the priests, put on their helmets, and started swinging them one by one.
Richard couldn't help but gasp at the speed. Isn't this speed slower than the Banshee's six-handed swing?
Although the Banshee has six arms, Gwen can swing six times in one second, which is not inferior to others.
A symphony suddenly sounded in this small treatment room. The instruments were made in the church and sounded sacred.
It's just a bit of a useless helmet.
"Do you still have helmets?" Gwen looked at the pile of old helmets on the ground, and then looked at the priests who were huddled together with their heads in their hands.
Wherever her eyes fell, the priests retreated with horror on their faces.
Richard, who had already retreated to the door, peeked inside and then quickly retreated.
"I don't think there's any of this kind. Can a steel helmet do?"
The expeditionary force was uniformly issued steel helmets, the appearance of which was designed by Hughes himself, based on the shape of the World War II period, and could effectively withstand musket fire.
Although the expeditionary force did not have many scenes of shooting at the enemy in the north.
"Bring some here first, I'll try the feel." Gwen swung the flail in his hand. This incense burner is indeed a weapon specially used by extraordinary people. It is very sturdy. Gwen is already considering whether to equip himself with a flail in addition to the long sword.
As expected of the Temple of Silence, the weapon was designed to feel just right and she enjoyed swinging it.
The priests of the Church of Silence might have other ideas, but they had just woken up and were knocked unconscious. They looked at Gwen with fear subconsciously.
They basically knew the specific cause and effect. After all, this was not a simple matter of smashing with a flail. The specially made incense burner in the Temple of Silence could really carry will. Gwen had been smashing it for such a long time that the general situation had already been hammered into their heads.
Castel was not short of military equipment, and Richard quickly asked Gaia to get a large number of helmets from the military factory.
The curved design on the top of this helmet can effectively disperse the force of the impact and protect the head. Therefore, the priests who were awakened later were in much better condition, at least they would not have bloody heads anymore.
Soon, all the priests of the Church of Silence were awakened. Although they looked miserable, the injuries were not serious for the buried persons. It was just that the long coma had damaged their souls to some extent, and they needed to rest for a while.
As for why the coma caused by soul injury can be awakened by physical means, it can only be said that the will that Nora smashed into their minds with the incense burner did work and successfully penetrated into their souls.
Until the last person, a slightly old man, after Gwen knocked on him, he stood up shakily and looked around in confusion: "Where is this place?"
"This is Castel, Patriarch Ignatius." Nora said calmly from the side.
Ignati subconsciously reached for his head and took off a slightly deflated expeditionary helmet. He stared at it in confusion for a moment, his expression suddenly becoming serious. "Castel? You said this is Castel? What about the White Scourge in the North?"
The priests of the Church of Silence all looked up. Their long coma made them not very clear-headed. It was not until the patriarch mentioned it that they remembered the reason for their coma.
"Do you still have any memories of entering the White Disaster?"
Ignati looked at Nora deeply, then paused for a moment from Richard, and then said slowly:
"There are some, but not many. We wanted to start the ritual after entering the White Scourge, but something was wrong. The White Scourge, or the Forgotten Temple, seemed to be a little different. Not only did we fail to control it, but we were rejected by it."
"And then you were thrown out?"
"Were we thrown out? I have no memory of this place. I only remember that I tried to fight against the existence in the White Disaster with my will, but I was completely unable to resist and then I fainted."
Ignati took a deep breath and stood up shakily. "Since we are now in Castel, the White Scourge should have occupied most of the continent, right? Nora, we need to unite to deal with the Forgotten Temple."
Nora said nothing, she rolled her eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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