Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1456: 1428dissipated

Chapter 1456 1428. Dissipate

Tissaya's mood was so low that she almost collapsed.

Lan En could feel that her statement that she had not cut off the blood vessels on her wrist was really just one step away.

This powerful and ancient sorceress's spirit has become extremely fragile.

Vilgefortz cannot use magic to defeat opponents like Tissaya, but he can use many methods to destroy such opponents.

This is why Wilgefortz had only felt troublesome with Philippa Earhart before.

Because Philippa is not only on par with him in magic, she is also a ruthless power animal. For the sake of ambition, she can give up many things and become extremely sharp.

Unlike Tisaya or Margarita, Wigfortz can think of many ways to destroy them in the blink of an eye.

You don't have to face their terrifying magic to destroy them.

Drag things into a rhythm controlled by brains and emotions, and the strength of magical power will not matter.

The way Tissaya looks now is proof that Vilgefortz is almost successful.

If it weren't for Lan En's vigilance, the number of northern warlocks killed in the chaos last night would have been several times greater than it is now.

It wasn't just the few great mages who gathered at the Gastang Palace for a meeting.

Tissaya, who was forcibly suppressed by Lan En, finally calmed down a little bit from her almost crazy mood.

Among the people who wanted to go up at the entrance of Luoxia Palace, half were Redanians under Dijkstra's command, and the other half were really people from Gos Velen's city hall.

The people in the city hall looked at the once gorgeous and majestic Xenide Island and the Island of the Sorceress with caution and fear.

But in the chaos last night, the wizards could no longer maintain even the most basic appearance.

The prosperity of the city of Gos Velen is half due to its maritime port and half to its sorceresses.

Even the calmness of maritime ports is attributed to the sorceresses controlling the weather.

The people in the city hall are really afraid that something will happen to Aretuosa, especially in this world where the trend of collapse is visible to the naked eye.

In the end, Lan En came forward to persuade them to return.

In fact, they didn't have to come in to see the situation, but Tisaya's madness earlier frightened them. They were afraid that there would be no one alive in Aretusari, so they anxiously wanted to go in to confirm the situation.

But Lan En, a very recognizable and famous person, appeared in front of them with a rational and calm demeanor and made explanations and requests. They just hesitated for a moment and simply left.

Arethusa sealed the gate.

The people in the city of Gos Velen can only watch with anxiety. What exactly happened to this academy that determines the fate of the city can only be speculated.

Rumors were rampant.

A day ago, people looked on with hope.

The eyes of those ordinary people flashed with fear of the current world.

In this era of contempt, there are ordinary humans everywhere who can only follow the crowd.

As for ordinary humans in Gos Velen, they place their sense of security and hope on the sorcerers.

And when they looked at Thanede Island early this morning, they knew that their hope and sense of security had become nothing more than rootless duckweeds in this world.

In the famous bazaar, the missionaries preached the mercy and justice of God, the evil and inevitable defeat of wizards more fiercely than ever before.

But today, many people began to stop seriously and no longer retorted in a joking tone.

The two towers that fell on Xianide Island seemed to have hit people's hearts.

After receiving feedback from the masses, the missionaries became more excited and worked harder.

The cause of establishing a parish in Gos Velen, the 'evil city of witches', seemed to be waving to him!

But then, like a mute button, a gloomy temperament passed in front of the preacher's podium where many people had gathered.

He was a tall weirdo, at least a head taller than the average height of people in the market.

He was wearing a black windbreaker, a black wide-brimmed hat, and a big ax hanging on his body that even a lumberjack couldn't use.

He is blindfolded, but he will not bump into anyone upright.

“You said ‘God loves the world, is merciful and just’?”

As if speaking with the mentality of an academic discussion, the tall weirdo asked towards the makeshift podium made of three wooden boxes stacked up.

"Is this what your **** claims about you? Or have you actually met your god?"

This was not a malicious question or ridicule. The missionary could tell that he really wanted to ask.

But this is even more ridiculous and ridiculous!

Under the missionary's fiery red hood, the eyes were round on his face.

A hesitant murmur came from his throat but nothing came out.

Precisely because this question was asked sincerely, the meaning behind the question was close to the philosophical question of ‘is there really a god?’.

The preacher wanted to scold the heckler.

He even wanted to use the panic and loss caused by the incident in Arethusa in the hearts of the people of Gos Velen to encourage the crowd to attack the questioner.

This matter is equivalent to a "letter of surrender". As long as you do extreme things that you don't usually do under the teachings of Eternal Fire, you will naturally become a believer of Eternal Fire.

No matter what those people think of themselves or society's understanding of these people's identities, they will all change accordingly.

Taking advantage of others' excitement, encouraging others to directly "implement the teachings first, and then become believers" is even a missionary skill.

But that's what the missionaries want to do.

Gascoigne pressed the brim of his hat slightly, tilted his head, and looked at the missionary with his blindfolded eyes.

Suddenly, the missionary felt a vague stench entering his nose.

The stench was so strong that it made him feel a little physically uncomfortable. It's like the stench of spoiled blood, but it's also like the sweetness of fresh blood, only thicker and more heterogeneous.

And when he looked around in panic, he found that the people around him seemed to feel nothing at all.

The stench of blood is so permeable that it almost worms its way in from the nostrils! Then it goes up to the brain!

The thick stench of blood made the missionary completely unbearable. He bent over and vomited.

He even poured it all over the head and face of a person who was very close and wanted to hear the preaching.

And because he was bent over and vomiting, he leaned back and fell into a ball with the wooden boxes piled up at his feet.

People who were originally prepared to listen to God's will and want to find some hope and sustenance in this era of contempt looked at the missionary.

Finally, he sighed and shook his head, walking back and forth in the busy market.

Gascoigne tightened the ax hanging on his body and hid it inside his large windbreaker.

The hunters of Yharnam have hunted too many beasts at night, and their weapons cannot be cleaned anyway.

The blood of lycanthropic patients has seeped into every corner of metal and machinery, even inside.

It was just that I couldn't hide the stink of the beast just now.

Gascoigne followed the directions of Ged and Berengar and walked all the way to the door of Aretussa.

Two demon hunters and a Yharnam hunter, the manpower that went up to attack the workshop area last night was not enough in front of them.

Although Gascoigne didn't bring many mercury bullets because he was a soul projection, he was powerful enough with just an axe.

The Yharnan hunters' ability to dodge quickly and seize opportunities may seem more terrifying to ordinary people than ghostly demon spirits.

As Ged's directions say, it's too easy to find Arethusa in Goth Velen.

The city's main road is simply the entrance to the college.

Gascoigne didn't know what a magic academy looked like. He just hoped it wasn't a place like Yharnam where the Choir studied arcane arts.

Fortunately, when Gascoigne entered without knowing what kind of test he passed, he only saw some very new signs of damage.

But generally speaking, it is neither **** and gloomy nor disgusting and curious.

Gascoigne's face remained normal as he stepped over a Scoia'tael corpse whose side ribs were cut open by a knife blade, as if he were stepping over a certain step.

His soul body has become translucent and will go back soon.

After walking a few steps, he saw a cat in armor that seemed to be waiting there specifically?

"You're called, uh, Gascoigne?"

The kittens of three colors spoke in human language, holding their helmets and raising their heads to confirm carefully.

Gascoigne nodded dumbly.

The flannel ball jumped for joy: "Then come with me, the boss is waiting for you, meow! There are also two other powerful hunters! Are you also that kind of hunter, meow?"

As he spoke, the flannel ball began to run lively on all fours, with Gascoigne following behind.

When they reached a corridor in the building, Velvet Ball started from trotting on all fours, stood up in the last few steps, put his two little paws in front of his body, walked to Lan En, and was patted on the head.

Eileen and Henrik were already talking beside them.

"I just wanted to say hello before I left."

Gascoigne said.

He looked into the corridor. There were many injured people lying there, and they were looking at it in shock.

Henrik nodded to Gascoigne first, and then continued to speak in a muffled voice.

"You still said it's peaceful here? You've only been away for a few days."

"An unexpected incident." Lan En said and rubbed his head with a headache, "It's no coincidence."

"But you're right." The crow hunter's beak mask looked into the corridor.

The cold and ruthless mask made more people tremble uncontrollably.

"To be so frightened by this scene. It's really peaceful here."

Even though Aretuza experienced a night of rebellion and fighting, it was still not on the same level as the tragic situation in Yharnam.

In the eyes of the hunters in Yharnam, the behavior of the people here is a bit too weak.

"The kitten is very brave. That horse. All I can praise is its efficiency."

Erin added, looking down at the ball of flannel.

Last night, Elu Cat met the hunter of Yanan for the first time. These completely different fighting techniques and styles made her blood boil.

Facing Erin's gaze at this time, although he was still standing on two feet, his throat also let out a low roar like a little tiger's excitement.

The body sways and twists like a cat or a bug, which is the cat's subconscious movement to adjust the center of gravity of its spine.

"Can we have a fight, meow?!" Velvet Ball asked with great anticipation, "I've seen your skills before, boss! But your fighting style is so different, meow! It's so fast and neat!"

"Maybe next time? No time this time."

Irene shrugged, and Henrik and Gascoigne nodded to Lan silently pinching the brim of his hat.

Lan En nodded gratefully to them and patted the flannel ball's little head.

After a soft ringing of the bell, the soul bodies disappeared completely.