Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1308 1280. Surge

The eyes of scholars and clergy burned with the flame of knowledge, and the flame was no less hot than the candles they held in their hands.

And when Lawrence placed the teeth of the bone saw on the skinny body of the Kos orphan, the surgical instrument, which was more sophisticated and sharp than the hunter's weapon, easily scratched the skin on the body that would not resist.

A drop of blood seeped out from under the ashen skin, mixing with the disgusting mucus on the orphan Koth's skin.

Blood red and gray mixed with the texture of mucus, turning into a chaotic and disgusting color.

But the Yharnamites don't care about color they care about blood!

It was almost the moment that a drop of blood seeped out from under the skin of the Koth orphan.

"Suck~"*N

The sound of involuntary breathing could be heard from the cathedral.

Clergy, scholars, and hunters who came to watch the ceremony sporadically

They all raised their necks in intoxication, and even their bodies trembled, as if they smelled some indescribable and wonderful smell and were deeply intoxicated by it.

And coincidentally, the eyes of the hunters and clergymen all turned a little red.

The procedure of surgery and the rigor of academic research are all irrelevant after this drop of blood seeps out.

Even the most rational scholar felt an uncontrollable impulse surge in his heart at this time.

—Let the blood in this corpse surge!

Flow out!

Bleed out more blood!

Mikrash, who originally wanted to stop Lawrence, put down the petite scalpel in his hand and picked up the bone saw in his set of surgical tools.

Lawrence panted heavily under his hood. He seemed impatient, but seemed a little unable to do so due to physical reasons.

So almost the entire upper body of the person was lying on the stone table, using his weight to press the bone saw, and laboriously cutting down from the thoracic vertebrae of Orphan Kos!

The blood of the Son of God began to flow, and even **** violently.

To the people of Yharnam, there is no scent more alluring than this.

Mikrash also began using a bone saw to cut up the body of the Kos orphan.

He chose to start from the pubic area of ​​the lower body.

The body of the dead Son of God was cut into pieces with a bone saw.

The sound of sawing steel and bone overlapped heavily in the empty echoing cathedral.

It's enough to make normal people's teeth sore, but the people of Yannan only find it pleasant to the ears.

The flames and firelight were swaying, the sweet smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger, and the redness in the eyes of those present was getting stronger and heavier.

At first, people were just inhaling intoxicatedly, but soon, this sweet smell made them no longer satisfied with this.

People began to wheeze, and it didn't matter even if the saliva was carried by the breath and flowed from the corners of the mouth to the chin.

They all felt like they heard something, that knowledge, that profound knowledge about the ancient gods, about the superiors, about the ocean and the starry sky.

It was precisely because the corpse in front of them was peeled apart layer by layer and displayed in front of them, absorbed and understood by their brains.

A wonderful sense of satisfaction fills everyone's heart.

Hunters are addicted to blood, and scholars and clergy are fascinated by the profound knowledge.

Only German stood leaning against the columns of the cathedral.

The shadow under the brim of the old hunter's hat was erratic in the flickering firelight, but he seemed to be asleep, motionless.

But the lack of response may be the best situation.

Because in Yanan, acquiring those magical blood and profound knowledge involves a price.

"Ah! Ah!!"

The roars one after another were shouted unconsciously by the people in the cathedral.

The person yelling didn't even know what he was doing, and it was as if the others didn't hear him.

On the few hunters present, something began to stir and crawl under their sturdy windbreakers, pushing up the fabric of the windbreakers.

No one noticed these situations, they were still looking at the body of the Son of God on the stone table with fascination.

Even though Lawrence, one of the two people closest to the stone table, began to emit completely abnormal heat, even distorting the air around his body, no one noticed.

The originally white fabric of the robe that symbolized the archbishop began to turn yellow.

It's not that it's dirty, it's that the fibers of the fabric are being roasted by the heat to the point of carbonization!

And the robe is changing from burnt yellow to burnt black!

Crazy, weird, absurd.

The blood and knowledge of the ancient gods have never been so close to humans.

But the humans who are addicted to it are not aware of a problem - are they really ready to bear this blood and knowledge?

Germann stood up from the pillar he was leaning on, and walked towards the outside of the cathedral as if he hadn't seen anything.

Behind him, it seemed that all the weirdness caused by the autopsy of the Kos orphan had reached its limit.

And at that moment, Lawrence was panting heavily and desperately used a hammer to crack open the head of the orphan of Kos.

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There seemed to be a sudden silence in the cathedral, which had already been plunged into mass madness.

There are no humanoid hunters under the trench coats, scholars and clergy who appear to be normal but whose brains have been confused by knowledge, and even Mikrash and Lawrence who have done the dissection themselves. At this moment, they all seemed to return to normal thinking.

They realized what they had done and what they had become.

The eyes that were originally psychedelic and crazy turned into fear and resistance.

But it's too late.

They were awake for a moment, but only for this moment.

After a moment, they had lost their foundation as ‘human beings’ and their thoughts were immediately shattered.

"Ouch!!"

A deafening roar! After that moment of silence, there was a sudden sound!

The luxurious and majestic cathedral was trembling amidst the superimposed roars.

No, listen carefully this is much more than just a cathedral roar!

The strange cries of crows and the barking of wild dogs were mixed with the inhuman roar.

The direction from which the roar came was

Lawrence, who could still maintain a little sanity, looked towards the door of the cathedral in horror and despair.

That's all of Yharnam!

But then, even though Lawrence was one of the two most knowledgeable people present, he had been devoted to studying the ancient gods even since the days of Byron Weiss.

In the process of studying this knowledge and in the experiments on blood, he has been immersed in it for so long that he is no longer a mortal.

But at this time, he also felt that his vision was blurring and his vision was getting higher.

He knew that at this time, his pupils might have collapsed like broken egg yolks.

With a "boom", Lawrence felt that his body was hot and the left side of his body was very heavy.

He had no choice but to subconsciously support the stone table in front of him with his left hand in a confused state, and barely managed to stand firm.

But when he saw his hand holding the stone table, he realized that the Kos orphan was three meters tall and was placed on the stone table. And now when he puts one of his palms up, it covers the entire upper body of Orphan Kos!

What have I become? !

Lawrence was blind and dazed.

But at this moment, in the chaos, a figure wearing a bachelor's uniform suddenly picked up a bone saw, and with a skill that was not inferior to that of an ordinary hunter, he made a decisive 'stab' sound!

The waist of the Kos orphan, which was not covered by Lawrence's hand, was cut off from the waist!

Then he picked up the lower body of the Son of God and ran outside!

The bachelor's robe was fluttering in the air, and the person holding the lower body of the Son of God's body had an expression on his face like a poisonous insect addicted to drugs who suddenly got the key to the anesthetic powder warehouse!

"Mikola lost!!"

The vague roar coming from his own mouth made Lawrence feel scared.

But he still shouted angrily and loudly the name of the person who took away half of the Son of God!

He knew it! This Byron Weiss scholar who also deviated from Master William’s academic philosophy but did not join his own healing church must have something of his own!

A set of academic concepts that are different from both Byron Weiss and the Healing Church!

The result of this academic philosophy was that even if he personally participated in the anatomy of the Kos orphans, it would not have any impact!

Even now, he still has the energy to take away half the body of the Kos orphan!

But no!

That half body of the Son of God is for the healing church!

Never let the sacred blood flow out!

And it must not be known that clergy can turn into beasts!

Since Lawrence established the Healing Church, why have the people of Yharnam become more and more convinced of this emerging church?

The biggest reason is that they have mastered the technology and source of [blood therapy], and - no clergy has ever turned into a beast!

This is the biggest basis for the Healing Church to claim that [blood therapy] can cure everything, even the ancient lycanthropy in the Yharnam region!

Without this basis, the Healing Church will be destroyed!

"Kill him! Brado!"

Lawrence's hands should be called claws now.

His claws covered his head in pain, and he let out a muffled roar from his distorted throat.

He called to his friend, his own hunter.

Brado is not the strongest hunter, but he is Lawrence's most trusted hunter.

"Kill all the insiders! All! And woo!"

And kill me!

Let humans rise to the level of ancient gods through the path of blood. For this ideal, the Healing Church must stand firm!

By the end, Lawrence was completely speechless, only a roar of pain.

He didn't know where his hunter friend was now, but that's what he shouted.

This was the last thing he could do, and it was also his last request.

And after the last trace of human roar.

Thick and hot lava, like a wave, mixed with flames, surged out from the cathedral and flowed down the mountain!

The night of hunting that destroyed all of Old Yharnam began.