Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1282: 1254 Field Observation

Chapter 1282 1254. Field Observation

"The blood that is nobler and closer to the essence of the superior! There are also things that can be derived from this discovery!"

"New Kal runes! New arcana!"

"We are almost successful, Gehrman! We are just a little short of making humans join the ranks of superiors! We cannot lose this opportunity!"

At the end of the sentence, Lawrence's tone was no longer fierce, but just calm.

But that calmness does not mean that he is not persistent. On the contrary, it means that his mind is determined and there is no possibility of wavering.

The words now are decisions, not discussions.

Suddenly, Lawrence looked at the old hunter sitting on the bench under the podium and smiled.

"You never thought about telling your student the truth, did you?"

Geman raised his head slightly, and the shadow cast by the brim of his hat faded, revealing his thin cheeks covered with messy stubble and the slightly raised corners of his mouth.

"Maria will understand."

"After all, as you said, we are only one step away."

"And I've hid it from her many times, not least this time."

Lawrence frowned subconsciously.

‘Quite a few times’? What's the meaning?

Lawrence always felt that what his old friend said today was strange.

Because as far as he knew, Geman and Maria had a very good master-disciple relationship, and Maria respected and admired Geman.

The first hunter also wholeheartedly cared for and taught the blood noble who came from Cainhurst, but was neither nostalgic nor exaggerated, nor had any annoying problems.

Even Lawrence could vaguely feel that when Geman looked at Maria, there was a trace of emotion deep in his heart, so strong that it could be called paranoid.

Now, he says that he actually hid it from Maria many times?

This is what it is.

But before he had time to think deeply, a pain shot straight through Lawrence's body.

Let him tense up all over, lower his head and take a deep breath so that he doesn't cry out in pain.

When he raised his head, he saw the old number one hunter staggering towards the outside of the cathedral.

He is indeed old, and as the founder of the hunter profession, he has suffered many and serious injuries.

The calf of one leg is gone and now it has a wooden prosthesis.

Lawrence no longer looked at the old hunter's slightly staggering steps, nor did he think about the various abnormalities the old hunter had done today.

He just covered the upper half of his face and raised his head behind him.

Behind the pulpit is where a statue of a **** should be placed in conventional religions, but the Healing Church does not worship a specific god.

The stone sculpture there is a headless female angel, holding a kettle and pouring it down, as if she wants to use the sacred liquid to relieve the world.

Lawrence felt as if his brain was on fire.

He knew what he looked like under his palm now. Flames were surging in his pupils, and it seemed that what was surging in the veins of his forehead was not blood, but lava.

This is a physical mutation caused by too in-depth research on the Karl runes, arcana, and lycanthropy.

Some knowledge.

There is some knowledge that is profound and different, but full of great wisdom. Just learn and understand it, and reactions will appear in your body.

Lawrence was well aware of his situation, but he couldn't say it or show it.

If the Archbishop of the Healing Church seems to be unable to maintain his human form, what will the Church do?

Lycanthropy has nothing to do with [blood therapy]! It has nothing to do with the sacred blood!

Lawrence said firmly in his heart. He couldn't quite tell whether this was his true thoughts or self-deception.

But he knows one thing very well: he needs [blood therapy]! Higher quality! More powerful [blood therapy]!

As long as there is sacred blood that exceeds the level of knowledge he currently possesses, he can use [blood therapy] to elevate the 'position' of his blood and body to a level that is compatible with this knowledge.

As long as the body and knowledge match, there will be no problems and you can bear it!

By raising the 'position' of one's own blood through [blood therapy], human beings can step by step reach the realm of superiors.

This is the basic concept of Lawrence's theoretical research throughout his life.

Therefore, whether it is for the evolution of mankind or to save his own body, he must get the body of the Son of God!

And the blood inside!

—

plague.

Lan En wears a hooded cloak and walks in the sunshine on the streets of Yharnam in this era.

This is truly a plague scene.

Lan En had seen what a town that experienced a plague looked like many times during his journey across the world.

The ‘future’ Yharnam, Athens in the ancient Greek era.

Infectious diseases, as enemies of large-scale biological groups, have always played a terrifying role.

Even though the sun is shining right now, there are only a few people on the street, and even these few people are in a state of panic and caution all the time.

Thanks to the generally gloomy and heavy temperament of the people of Yharnam, Lann's hooded cloak is nothing special here.

Many people will wrap themselves up with only a line showing their eyes. This kind of attire is normal.

And Lan En's size is not eye-catching here.

"Bang bang bang."

The sound of heavy and gentle footsteps came from the entrance of the alley in front. Lan En lowered his head and stood sideways on the roadside one step early to get out of the way.

A huge humanoid figure that was a head taller than him, almost three meters tall, slowly walked out of the alley.

Although he was only a head taller than Lan En in height, he was more than a circle fatter in terms of latitude and body shape.

The whole body is like a strong and fat porter.

He does look like a porter from an old movie.

The singlets worn by workers in the Victorian era were paired with large, fat overalls. On his body, it was so dirty with sweat and dust that the original color was unrecognizable. It was gray or dark yellow.

The stains have become glossy and black. The overalls originally had one **** each shoulder, but the **** one side was broken.

As a result, the entire pair of pants hung sloppily on his body, held up only by a shaky strap.

The sleeves of his undershirt were pushed up to his elbows, revealing his gray-white skin, like that of a dead man. The same goes for the skin on your face.

This is a mentally retarded giant with some Sumerian blood. He usually works as a servant, laborer, guard, etc. in Yanan.

Do some relatively simple work that requires strength and not brains.

"Thank you, thank you."

The mental retardation of these little giants is somewhat similar to Down syndrome, so they speak stumblingly and loudly.

When he passed by Lan En who was giving way, he reacted very slowly and stammered a thank you.

The witcher said nothing, but nodded to him, swaying his hood up and down.

The mentally retarded giant continued to walk forward with heavy and gentle steps.

But behind him, there was a series of "hissing and pulling" dragging and rubbing sounds.

Lan En stood still, and the thing dragged by the mentally retarded giant was slowly pulled in front of him.

There were several corpses placed on a broken door board.

Judging by their clothes, they are all civilians in Yannan City.

Some are wearing top hats, while others are only wearing pajamas. They are all different.

But there are no exceptions.

"The body is unusually thin, and is that blood?"

After the mentally retarded giant dragged at least seven or eight corpses away, Lan En looked at his back and muttered in a low voice.

"Is this gray blood disease?"

There was a strange liquid flowing out of the mouths and noses of those corpses, and the texture made Lan En feel like brewed sesame paste.

Sticky and lifeless.

If this is the patient who died of gray blood disease, then the name of the disease is really apt.

"This is indeed not lycanthropy."

Lan En's footsteps began to move again, and he and Mentos compared the differences between the lycanthropic patient and the corpse on the door panel in his mind.

The biochemical intelligence brain retrieved two photos and marked them with eye-catching colors on the corners of Lan En's retina.

Although the bodies of lycanthropic patients will also become thinner during the disease process, this is mainly due to the elongation and deformation of the body.

But the corpse of the patient with gray blood just now was just skinny and there was no exaggerated change in height.

Moreover, lycanthropy will cause tough, thick, and dense black beast hair to grow all over the body.

The hair can even grow from exposed bones.

However, the gray blood patients looked smooth and hairless. Not only did they not grow hair, Lan En even suspected that all the hair on their bodies had fallen out.

"More importantly: blood. Sir."

Mentos in his head added.

The Witcher, whose boots had just broken a weed on the roadside, sniffed his nose in silent agreement.

The blood of lycanthropic patients carries a strong stench, as if human blood has been refined and contaminated into something with a texture like petroleum.

The gray blood just now did not have such a pungent smell.

So far, Lan En has initially concluded that gray blood disease and lycanthropy are not the same disease.

Before that, he was actually quite skeptical about this matter.

For example, he knew that in Yharnam in the 'future', the terror there was due to multiple ancient gods using Yharnam as a wrestling field.

They all long to give birth to a son of God, but they do not want other ancient gods to give birth to a son of God.

So they attack and obstruct each other while looking for opportunities to implement their own plans, making the situation terrifying and chaotic.

Lycanthropy is a curse, and curses can take many different forms.

This is Lan En's professional opinion as a witcher.

But after some on-site inspection, he initially overturned his initial conjecture.

Lan En walked into the alley where the mentally retarded giant came out just now.

The lighting here is not very good, and the layers of tall Gothic buildings block the light mercilessly.

It can be expected that the people living here are not rich either.

The edge of the alley is very Yanan style. There are many carved tombstones with chains wrapped around them, as if they are afraid of being stolen.

Lan En calmly walked into the shadows and saw the traces of the mentally retarded giant dragging him all the way.

A lot of gray blood was left behind.

This style made Lan En, who had controlled plague in ancient Greece, frown.

He lifted the hem of his cloak and squatted down, as if his fingers were going to touch the gray blood left on the ground.

But just before he was about to touch it

"It's really strange." The demon hunter remained motionless, only his hooded head turned to the deepest part of the alley. "The distance between us is only seven or eight meters, but I actually only discovered your existence when you had a mental wave just now."

(End of chapter)