Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1281: 1253 God’s Remains Son of God

Chapter 1281 1253. The Remains of God and Son of God

This meeting was actually just a joint operation between the Healing Church and Baron Weiss to notify the hunters who were the main force of the operation.

Regardless of whether Maria has doubts or not, the action itself will not stop because of anyone's doubts.

After all, this might be my last chance.

Lawrence's hands were supporting the stone table of the podium, and even though his fingers were grabbing the edge of the stone table, they could not stop trembling slightly.

It's like the brain has seriously lost control of the tiny muscles in the fingers.

But under the large and complicated robes worn by the archbishop, no one has seen this scene yet.

The stone table on the pulpit was originally used to place doctrinal texts on when the clergy preached doctrine to the believers.

But now, Lawrence was holding on to the stone table, his head lowered and motionless.

The standard calm and gloomy face of Byron Weiss scholars just stared blankly at the empty stone table.

But no one felt anything was wrong. In Yanan, there was no need to make a fuss about everything and get to the bottom of it.

The cathedral doors were reopened.

Most of the hunters, covered in the strong stench of beast blood, filed out without saying a word.

Like a group of black carrion crows.

Most of the hunters left.

They need to prepare their hunting weapons and hunting props to prepare for the big hunt that is about to begin.

Prepare to enjoy the wanton spilling of blood with all your heart, and prepare to think of ways to make the blood spill more and thicker.

Most of the hunters were grinning silently.

Chieftain is one of the few people with a serious face.

Maria, who was walking last, looked back at the closing church door.

In the shadow of the three-cornered hat, she saw the scholars and senior clergy who were talking to each other also leaving.

Only the two first hunters and the Archbishop were still at their starting positions, silently watching others leave.

With a "crunch", the church door was closed again.

The sound of people's footsteps tapping away on the cathedral floor echoed, but grew lighter.

It wasn't until there was no more sound that Ludwig spoke to break the silence.

"Lawrence." He looked worried and looked at the podium, "Are you okay?"

Although the Archbishop remained motionless on the whole at this time, cold sweat had gathered on the tip of his lowered nose, and dripped down directly, smashing to pieces on the stone table with a 'clap' sound.

"You're not in the right state."

Ludwig said worriedly.

"No, it's nothing." But Lawrence waved his hands immediately. Although he was a little out of breath, he still insisted, "I'm just, just a little tired. Gray blood disease involves most of the church's energy, but I still have to take care of us. of holy blood.”

Just too tired?

Ludwig frowned, but in the end he just nodded and said nothing more.

If it's just overexertion, then just do a few more [Blood Therapy] sessions and it'll be fine, right?

The church's number one hunter suppressed the inexplicable feeling of 'something was wrong and panicked' that emerged in his heart.

[Blood therapy] is the panacea for life.

As long as you accept the abundant power in [Holy Blood], your vitality, energy, and vitality will all become brand new.

Everything that seems like a new life is just a bottle of [Holy Blood] injected into the body.

Ludwig did not believe that with such magical power, there would be anything that could not be solved.

Gray blood disease is terrible only because the Healing Church cannot give every Yharnamite a copy of [Holy Blood]. Otherwise, what is the plague?

Ludwig's firm belief in the teachings of the Healing Church prevented him from asking further questions.

"Where is Brado?" And in the cathedral where there were only three people left at this time, Lawrence no longer concealed his current bad state.

He held the stone table with one hand and asked muffledly while covering his forehead with the other hand.

It looked like he had a headache and was about to vomit.

"I don't know." Ludwig was stunned for a moment, and then said as if he was remembering, "I haven't seen him for a long time. Isn't this the mission you assigned him?"

In fact, Brado only accepted Lawrence's mission.

Although Brado is a foreigner who came to Yanan to seek [blood treatment], he has a very good relationship with Lawrence.

In the days after Lawrence broke away from Byron Weiss and founded the Healing Church, this was one of his few friends.

So although there is no formal identity or position, everyone knows that basically Brado's tasks are directly what Lawrence needs him to do.

Brado is not a church hunter, but he is more like Lawrence's regular cooperative hunter.

He holds a unique one-handed hammer called the [Blood Sacrifice Knife] as a weapon.

No one should know where he is and what he is doing better than Lawrence.

Lawrence himself also reacted, and he was stunned for a moment.

Yes, it is true that you should be the one who knows best where Brado is. Why now?

And just when Lawrence felt his headache getting more and more confusing, an old voice echoed in the church. "Brado is hunting a monster that knows how to escape."

The brim of Geman's bowler hat cast a shadow, making it difficult for the other two to see his expression clearly.

He said to himself.

"That would be time-consuming. He's been very busy lately."

This is very wrong.

Why does Geman, who has been silent for a long time, know about Brado? He shouldn't even know about Brado as a hunter.

Why did Germann know where Brado was even better than Lawrence?

Something logically and informationally impossible happened.

But whether it was Lawrence or Ludwig, they both seemed to be stunned for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he accepted Gehrman's statement without any hesitation.

Lawrence, who was covering his head, seemed to feel a little better. He shook his head and put down the hand covering his head.

"No matter what, the hunting target this time is very dangerous."

Lawrence was speaking meaningfully to the two hunters he trusted.

"I understand." Ludwig said directly, "You even found Mr. German. I can't imagine what kind of monster would need so many hunters. But no matter what, the church hunters and I will persist. in the end."

"But it's not that simple, Ludwig."

Lawrence's eyes were still calm and unruffled, even though the veins on his neck had popped out from the discomfort just now.

"Those scholars who came out of Byron Wesley," Lawrence glanced vaguely in the direction where the scholars were leaving, "you don't need to protect them too carefully during the hunting process."

"They were all the elites of Byron Weiss. They are very good in academics, [arcane arts], and combat. If you encounter trouble, you can even use them as powerful hunters to command you. Do you understand what I mean? ?”

In the echoing cathedral, the echo gradually became lower and finally disappeared completely, falling into silence.

Ludwig slowly frowned.

"You said 'was'?"

Obviously, the meaning revealed in this word was very complicated, but Ludwig still understood it.

That group of scholars did not actually represent Byron Weiss as people thought. Most likely, like Lawrence, he was a deviant from Master William's academic research path.

But I don’t stand with the Healing Church either, that is to say

Third party?

Lawrence made it clear that Ludwig needed to preserve his own strength during the hunt and use the opponent's strength. The intention of prevention was already obvious.

"This is obviously not honorable, and I don't know what the dispute is between you. But I will still do it."

The first hunter of the church raised his head and stared at the archbishop on the pulpit.

"But I need you to promise me and my church hunters that everything we do will definitely save the lives of the people of Yharnam."

Lawrence didn't even hesitate for a moment. Although he was weak, he still expressed his attitude decisively.

"Of course, Ludwig. I promise you, and all the Church hunters. We will save Yharnam."

That attitude was incredibly clear, unerring, and resolute.

So despite the difficulty, the church's number one hunter still nodded with his lips pursed, turned around and left.

His reputation and spirit are things that can be discarded compared to the numerous residents of Yanan and the Healing Church's vision of using the sacred blood to spread relief.

And just after even the church’s number one hunter left.

Geman was sitting on the bench, folding his hands on his chest, letting the shadow of the brim of his bowler hat cover half of his face, and then he spoke quietly.

"You're still so cold, Lawrence."

Geman smiled.

"There wasn't even the slightest hesitation when he lied."

"He doesn't even know what we are going to hunt in that small fishing village."

"That's a living Son of God!"

Faced with the ridicule of his old friend, Lawrence closed his eyes and shook his head: "In order to get the body of the Son of God, everything we pay for it is worth it."

"Think about it, Geman. You are an old guy who has witnessed our development process with your own eyes."

"Since Byron Weiss found the ruins of the Sumeru people from the underground labyrinth, and then found the remains of the gods from those ruins! Since then, science, arcana, and medicine... we have experienced explosive growth!"

"And that remains were discovered and studied by them even before the demise of the Sumeru civilization. How long did it take before we discovered it?"

Lawrence's grip seemed to suddenly become stronger, and his hand holding the stone table actually made a crunching sound.

And his tone seemed to become more intense because of this.

"That god's remains have been 'chewed' several times! Another spoiled remnant! And now...a living son of god!"

"As long as we get Him, how far will we push human evolution to?!"

(End of chapter)