Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1307 1279. The Orphan of Kos

[The First Hunter of the Church], the glorious Ludwig personally held the trophies of this great hunt in his hands and walked up to the steps of the cathedral under the guidance of Archbishop Lawrence.

The superposition of identities and the significance of this action almost gave this scene under the huge full moon a strong religious atmosphere.

The church door burst open.

There have been many clergy gathered inside, as well as scholars wearing Byron Weiss academic uniforms, but following Mikrash in departing from Master William's academic philosophy.

They all had solemn expressions, but their eyes looked feverishly and longingly at the big bag in Ludwig's arms.

As Ludwig moved forward, the cathedral's preaching table had long since been dismantled.

At this time, the sculpture that was supposed to be behind the lecture table was exposed unobstructed.

—A headless female angel is holding a bottle and pouring liquid downwards, as if she wants to use the liquid in the bottle to save the world.

But now, there is no human being under the bottle mouth of the sculpture.

Instead, it was a cold, spacious stone table.

"Put it here, Ludwig, gently what's wrong with you? I'm talking to you."

Lawrence took the trouble to warn him again, but the [Church’s First Hunter] looked strange.

It was as if he wanted to concentrate, but couldn't do it due to physiological problems.

This was really not a normal situation for Ludwig.

However, under Lawrence's repeated urging, he finally completed the handover smoothly.

He placed the large waterproof bag on the stone table, and then he took a step back, covering his forehead.

"What's wrong with you?" Lawrence turned around and asked again, and behind the archbishop, many clergy and scholars had gathered around the table.

In everyone's eyes, the desire for knowledge was as strong as fire. It was just because this thing was so important that they did not go past Lawrence and get started directly.

Ludwig shook his head hard, but later found that he was still a little unable to concentrate, and he sighed.

"I don't know, I just had [blood therapy] on the way back, but since I killed this beast, I always feel something is wrong."

The glorious church hunter looked at his hand in confusion. Usually, this hand had absolute precision and stability, but now it...

"Give me a few more blood collection bottles, Lawrence. I have to go back and take a rest."

Still believing that [blood therapy] could cure everything, Ludwig just thought that this dirty beast had some special means that could affect him after death.

In this regard, he looked at Geman who stood silently beside him, and could only sigh that the [First Hunter] was mature and steady after all.

During the hunt, he obviously gave up the glorious final blow and even moved out of the way, allowing himself to succeed and end the battle.

Ludwig did not complain about Germann's move to leave at that time, because the hunt should end and someone should deal the final blow.

Since someone has to do this, it’s not unreasonable for him to be that person.

He's willing to take those risks if it helps more people.

Lawrence's energy was now completely attracted by the things on the stone table, so he took out five or six blood collection bottles from under his wide robe, handed them to Ludwig, and let him go without paying much attention.

So Ludwig, the glorious church hunter. In this rather religious occasion, he walked against the flow of people towards the outside of the cathedral.

His steps seemed shaky.

Germann, this old man who seemed to have nothing to do with the world and was only temporarily invited because of his special strength and status, was standing in the corner of the cathedral with a very low sense of presence.

He leaned against the stone pillar and lowered the brim of his bowler hat.

Although he was in a cathedral, he didn't seem to care about what was happening in the center of the cathedral.

A large number of clergy and scholars gathered around the stone table holding incense and candles.

They illuminated most areas of the cathedral at this night, except for the corners where Rugeman stood, and the darkness in those places was even more intense.

People with eyes filled with curiosity made way for them.

Archbishop Lawrence of the Healing Church and Mikrash, the leader of this group of scholars, walked to the position closest to the stone table.

The two of them are also recognized as the most knowledgeable scholars present and the most qualified for this research.

The two people stood on both sides of the stone table. Only then did Mikrash notice that the archbishop's robe on Lawrence seemed to be wrapped more tightly than before.

He couldn't see his face clearly, and even his hands were huddled in his wide sleeves.

But it doesn't matter.

Mikrash shook his head, he didn't care about anything now, he only cared about the things on the stone table.

This great, superior child!

The two people worked together to open the large waterproof bag layer by layer. Finally, the contents of the big bag were fully revealed as everyone in the cathedral held their breath almost in unison.

It was indeed the body of a humanoid.

But it only approximates the human shape in outline.

He was extremely skinny, with the outline of his bones clearly visible on his body. Not only thin but also tall, about three meters tall.

The joints bear the characteristics of marine life, such as fish fins.

There is special mucus on the gray skin, like a baby just delivered from the mother's body, with a bald head.

On the back, there are two pieces of skin connected to the left and right shoulder blades that look like a cloak and wings.

The information from the Healing Church clearly stated that this was an orphan left by a superior, but on his face, he looked like the eldest old man.

There was a lonely expression on his wrinkled face.

It's like a hurt child who can't get the response and protection from his mother no matter how much he calls or makes noise.

This expression looked strange and painful on this old face.

"The Great God Kos, also known as Cosmo."

Facing such an ugly, even grotesque corpse, Mikrash lowered his head in obsession, wishing he could put his eyes on it, and murmured in his mouth.

"This is the child of His dreams!"

"This is us too," Lawrence continued with an expression of obsession that matched Mikrash's, "the dream child!"

Lawrence's fingers exposed a small section from the cuffs, and gently and delicately touched the body of the Kos orphan, as if he were touching a delicate and fragile work of art.

It's just that the knuckles seem a bit too slender.

Lawrence gasped, turned his head to the side and said, "Surgical tools! Quick!"

The gasping sound didn't seem to be caused by excitement, but more like a physical reason.

But the Archbishop of the Healing Church who developed the panacea [Blood Therapy] actually has physical problems?

In Yanan, if you tell this as a joke, no one will listen.

But at this time, no one cared about anything except this body.

The surgical tools that had been prepared long ago were handed over to Lawrence and Mikrash.

Mikrash was still arranging instruments such as tweezers, scalpels, and vascular forceps according to the process. At the same time, he took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement and excitement, in order to conduct research without fail.

But then, Mikrash was shocked to see Lawrence opposite the stone table. He had already picked up things like bone saws and hammers!

"Wait, Lawrence. What do you want to do?"

Mikrash asked with a frown.

"We should study his surface tissue first. Those things are used to break the body and open the inside of the body. If you mess up the order, it will happen."

Biological dissection is not about directly tearing a living thing apart.

This body of the Son of God is the most precious experimental material in the world, and may even be the most important experimental material in Yanan for the foreseeable hundreds or thousands of years.

Every organ, every blood vessel, and every inch of skin is worthy of scholars setting up a special subject and investing a lot of talent and energy.

Therefore, even dissection needs to follow steps and order, from shallow to deep. One layer is recorded and one layer is dissected.

If they were all taken apart rashly, who would be able to tell what they looked like?

Lawrence was Byron Weiss's best scholar and one of Master William's most valued students. Why would he make such an amateurish, even stupid, move?

But the archbishop, who had wrapped himself tightly at this time, did not let Mikrash finish his words and directly interrupted him.

He was holding a bone saw. The teeth were sharper and stronger than ordinary hunters' weapons, and they were already resting on the thoracic vertebrae of the Kos orphan.

"The knowledge of a superior! The secret of the ancient gods is here! We don't have time. Aren't you curious?"

Under the hood of Lawrence's robe, his thin, paranoid murmurs came out. The murmur echoed throughout the cathedral.

Lawrence once had to deviate from the academic philosophy of his teacher, Master William, and start a healing church on his own.

In that last conversation with the teacher, he remained neither humble nor arrogant, rational and calm.

He didn't think it was a betrayal for two scholars to part ways because of different academic philosophies, so he could calmly have the final conversation with the teacher, and the atmosphere was even good at the time.

But now, how is the scholar who used to be calm and calm in the face of the teacher's criticism different from an addict addicted to narcotic powder?

In other words, everyone in this cathedral is no different from him now.