Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 380: 379 Fear the Blood of the Ancient God

Chapter 380: 379 Fear the Blood of the Ancient God

Chapter 380 379. Fear the blood of the ancient gods

The antlers of the white monster were trembling.

The pain of having the bones of the wrist smashed and the flesh torn was simply indescribable.

But it still reluctantly retracted the severed hand and the palm that had been holding something to its chest.

Kneeling on the ground with bent legs, as if praying for something.

Soft golden light rose up where it knelt, growing brighter and brighter.

Visible to the naked eye, the broken wrist where the wrist was missing was rapidly stopping bleeding, and some granulations seemed to be alive and began to grow entangled with each other.

Because of the huge size of the monster, it can take up to ten steps of a human when it steps out.

At this time, Lan En put the Zhuoliu Great Sword on his shoulder and walked towards Amelia.

Not in a hurry, as if he didn't see the obviously supernatural golden light.

Lan En didnt make any movement, but very suddenly, the white monster trembled spontaneously.

There was an uncomfortable growl in his throat, and the granulations on his wrists that were originally intertwined and growing suddenly straightened, and then shrank morbidly.

Before the golden light reached its maximum brightness, it collapsed and disappeared because Amelia could not maintain her spell-casting state.

Sure enough.

Lan Ens footsteps were heavy, and the sound of the plates colliding with each other was very oppressive.

In contrast, he had a tone that he had expected.

"What kind of lycanthropy? You are just the cursed people who have been caught by a large curse. Otherwise, [Curse Oil] would not have such an outstanding effect."

The huge dark sword body was shining with a layer of oily luster under the candlelight.

The Witcher's [Cursed Sword Oil] is specially used to deal with monsters such as werewolves that appear in the world because of being cursed.

Very targeted toxicity, which in turn illustrates the nature of the enemy.

The huge surface area of the turbid current allows a large amount of sword oil to enter the enemy's body in one slash, causing damage.

Amelia is now poisoned.

Originally, Lan En wanted to try using the fire paper Alfred gave him. After all, the dry and thick hair of lycanthropes seems to catch fire easily.

However, compared to the enchantments in the magical world, the shortcomings of fire paper are now reflected.

The flame burning directly on the sword will destroy other attachments. Enchanting causes the enemy to spontaneously burn without affecting anything.

The intelligence analysis is completed and is being uploaded.

Mentos' steady voice sounded in his mind.

It summarizes the way this giant monster fights and what to pay attention to.

Lan En tapped his finger on his temple, approving the combat process.

The monster Amelia transformed into saw that her recovery spell was interrupted, but she still held on to the thing in her hand.

Now one of its hands is lying on the floor more than ten meters away, and one hand can only maintain the posture of a fist.

For it, the way of fighting has been limited to a very small range.

Ouch!

The holy white-haired beast smashed it down with his only remaining hand. Lan En ducked away in an instant, leaving only a round sphere in place.

Amelia's fist crushed the sphere, and a yellow-green mist suddenly exploded with a 'bang', and a greasy substance adhered to half of its body.

Alchemy Bomb[Dragon Dream].

Lan En could see that the opponent was not familiar with his animal body at all, let alone stopping in an emergency. So he simply didn't even do the work of igniting it, and Amelia would help him hammer the bomb away.

With the handprint of his left hand in place, with a snap of his fingers, the chaotic magic generated a spark out of thin air and exploded on the yellow-green mist.

Boom!

The explosive flames instantly ignited a fire on half of the monster's body!

Poisoning and burning are superimposed, both of which are serious enough negative states.

The white monster was writhing and wailing in pain. And as the fire expanded on it and the toxins penetrated deeper, its struggle became increasingly weak.

Until the end, it was weak and limp on the ground, unable to move, and could no longer even hold the thing it had been holding on to.

A gold pendant rolled out of its claws and reached Lan En's feet.

The witcher bent down to pick it up, brushed off the blood on the pendant with his fingers, and softly read the motto engraved on it.

Fear the blood of the ancient gods.*2

The witcher's voice overlapped with a strange and hoarse voice, and he read out.

Lan En's cat eyes slightly raised, looking at the white monster that seemed to have accepted its fate and became calm and calm.

That is a motto that has been handed down since the time of Byron Weiss, and it is the admonition of the healing church through the ages. Teacher Lawrence

Lan En originally wanted to ask something more, but Amelia's consciousness seemed to only be able to maintain this point. From then on, it kept calling its teacher repeatedly with a regretful tone.

Also the founder of the Healing Church, Lawrence.

This motto passed down from generation to generation clearly expresses the need to treat the blood of the ancient gods with caution, but this is not the first time that the Healing Church has promoted blood therapy.

When Old Yharnam was destroyed, they could have had a chance to stop the trend of [Blood Healing]. But they didn't, and instead promoted [Blood Therapy] to Xinyanan again.

These prudent and legitimate visions at the beginning will always be mixed with desire and greed in the passing of generations.

Then the rules and bottom lines become flexible, and the side effects that should have been prevented begin to spread.

It doesnt even have to be generation after generation. It seems that in the hands of founder Lawrence, they have already begun to violate the proverbs and use the blood of the ancient gods liberally.

Lan En didnt know that Amelias continued promotion of blood therapy after taking over was out of her own desire to discover as a researcher. It is still the inheritance and persistence of teacher Lawrences legacy.

No matter what, she did it.

She was a part of the spread of the beastly plague and people's reliance on blood therapy.

Although Lan En was unhappy with the xenophobia and arrogance of the Yharnam people, he was even more unhappy with these church members treating the entire city as experimental cases for the sake of the knowledge contained in the blood of the ancient gods.

Youre doing pretty well.

Lan En said calmly.

The huge sword blade stopped at the top of the antlered wolf's neck. After taking aim, this sword would end its pain neatly.

"At least, you didn't struggle so ugly in the end, and you didn't package yourself as a messenger of justice who bears sin. That would be too disgusting."

The wolf-headed monster with antlers didn't speak anymore, not even the murmur of "teacher" that he kept saying.

At this moment, the quiet and calm white monster really became sacred.

But for Lan En, you have to admit when you do something wrong.

If you dont recognize it, then if I see it, I will identify it for you.

".goodbye."

Bang!! Poof!

The big sword slashed down cleanly, leaving a thick black fan-shaped afterimage in the air.

The monster's neck spurted blood from the wound, splattering from the center of the church hall to the corners.

The church returned to a silent and solemn place.

On the altar where Amelia was praying, something that Lan En hadn't noticed just now began to shine.

It was a huge skull, and its mouth had been elongated to the point of being almost that of a wolfdog.

The skull of a highly animalistic patient.

There is a large crack on the top of the skull, which is both the cause of its death and the location where the light emits.

Lan En tentatively walked towards the glowing skull.

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