Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1282 1254. Field Observation
"Blood that is more noble, closer to the essence of the Superior! And what can be derived from this discovery!"

"New Kaal Runes! New Arcana!"

"We are almost there, Gehman! We are just one step away from making humans the best! We cannot lose this opportunity!"

At the end, Lawrence's tone was no longer intense, but just gentle.

But that calmness did not mean that he was not persistent, on the contrary, it meant that he had made up his mind and there was no possibility of wavering.

Now it's a decision, not a discussion.

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

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

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

"Maria will understand, she will."

"After all, it is just as you said. We are only one step away."

"And I have kept it from her many times, this time is no exception."

Lawrence frowned subconsciously.

'Quite a few times'? What does that mean?
Lawrence always felt that what his old friend said today was strange.

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

The first hunter also wholeheartedly cared for and taught the blood noble from Cainhurst, who was neither nostalgic nor pretentious, and did not have all kinds of annoying problems.

Lawrence could even vaguely feel that when German looked at Maria, there was a trace of strong, paranoid emotion hidden deep in his heart.

Now, he said that he actually concealed it from Maria many times?
This is what it is.
But before he had time to think about it, a pain rushed straight through Lawrence's body.

He tensed his whole body, lowered his head and took deep breaths so that he wouldn't cry out in pain.

When he raised his head, he saw the old First Hunter staggering out of the cathedral.

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

The calf of one leg is gone and he now uses a wooden prosthesis.

Lawrence no longer looked at the old hunter's slightly staggering back, nor did he think about the old hunter's abnormal behavior today.

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

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

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

Lawrence felt as if his brain was on fire.

He knew what was under his palms right now. Flames were surging in his pupils, and it seemed that what was flowing in the blood vessels on his forehead was not blood, but lava.

This is a physical mutation caused by delving too deeply into the research on the Karl Rune, the arcane, and the beast disease.

Some knowledge.

Some knowledge is profound and strange, but it is full of great wisdom. If you just study and understand it, you will see reactions 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 can no longer maintain his human form, what will happen to this church?
Beastiality has nothing to do with [Blood Healing]! It has nothing to do with the Sacred Blood!

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

But he was very clear about one thing: he needed [Blood Healing]! Higher quality! More powerful [Blood Healing]!
As long as he has divine blood that exceeds the level of knowledge he currently possesses, he can use [blood therapy] to raise 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 problem and you can bear it!

By raising the 'position' of one's own blood through [blood therapy], humans can gradually reach the realm of the superior.

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

Therefore, whether for the evolution of mankind or to save his own body, he must obtain the body of the Son of God!
And there's blood in it!
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plague.

Lann, wearing a hooded cloak, walks in the sunshine on the streets of Yharnam in this era.

This is indeed a scene of plague.

Lan had seen what a town that had experienced a plague looked like many times in his travels across the world.

'Future' Yharnam, Athens in Ancient Greece.
Infectious diseases, as enemies of large-scale biological populations, have always played a terrifying role.

Even though the sun was shining brightly, there were only a few people on the street, and even these few people were in a state of panic and caution all the time.

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

Many people wrap themselves up so that only a thin line of their eyes is exposed. This kind of attire is very normal.

And Lan's size is not noticeable here.

"Bang bang bang."

Heavy and steady footsteps came from the entrance of the alley ahead. Lan En lowered his head and stepped aside to make way.

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

Although he is only a head taller than Lan, he is much fatter in both width and body shape.

His whole body looks like a strong and fat porter.

He was indeed dressed like a porter from an old movie.

The undershirt and baggy overalls commonly worn by workers in the Victorian era were so dirty with sweat and dust on him that his original color could not be recognized, only gray or dark yellow.

The stains were already greasy and black. The overalls originally had a strap on each shoulder, but the strap on one side was broken.

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

The sleeves of his sweatshirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his grayish-white skin, like a dead person. The same was true of his face.

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

Do some simpler work that requires physical strength rather than brainpower.

"Thank you, thank you."

The mental retardation of these little giants is somewhat similar to Down's syndrome, so they speak in a stuttering and muffled voice.

When he passed Lan En who was giving way, he reacted slowly and stuttered and said thank you.

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

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

But behind him, there was a series of 'hissing and pulling' sounds of dragging and friction.

Lan stood still, and the thing that the mentally retarded giant was dragging was slowly pulled past him.

There were several bodies placed on a broken door panel.

Judging from their clothes, they are all civilians from Yharnam City.

Some were wearing top hats, while others were just wearing pajamas, they were all different.

But there are no exceptions.

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

After the mentally retarded giant dragged away at least seven or eight corpses, Lan En looked at his back and muttered to himself.

"Is this gray blood disease?"

A strange liquid was flowing out of the mouths and noses of the corpses, and the texture made Lan En feel like sesame paste that had been brewed.

Sticky and lifeless.

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

"This is definitely not lycanthropy."

Lan began to move again, and in his mind, he compared the differences between the beastman and the corpse on the door panel.

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

Although the bodies of beastly patients will become thin during the course of the disease, that is mainly because the bodies are elongated and deformed.

But the body of the gray-blood patient just now was just skinny, and there was no exaggerated change in height.

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

The hair can even grow from the exposed bones.

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

"More importantly: blood. Sir."

The Mentos in my head added.

The witcher, who had just stepped on a roadside weed with his boots, sniffed and agreed silently.

The blood of beastmen has a strong stench, as if human blood has been refined and polluted into something with the texture of petroleum.

But the gray blood just now did not have this pungent smell.

So far, Lan En has preliminarily determined that gray blood disease and beast disease are not the same disease.

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

For example, he knew that in the 'future' Yharnam, the horror there was due to the fact that multiple ancient gods used Yharnam as a wrestling arena.

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

So they attacked and obstructed each other while looking for opportunities to carry out their own plans, making the situation terrifying and chaotic.

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

This is Lan's professional opinion as a witcher.

But after an on-site inspection, he initially overturned his initial guess.

Lan En walked into the alley where the mentally retarded giant had just come out.

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

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

The side of the alley is very Yharnam style, with many carved tombstones placed there, wrapped with iron chains, as if to prevent someone from stealing them.

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

A lot of gray blood was left behind.

This style of work made Lan En, who once controlled the plague in ancient Greece, frown.

He lifted the hem of his cloak and squatted down, his fingers seeming to touch the gray blood on the ground.

But before he was about to touch it
"How bizarre." The demon hunter did not move his body, only his hooded head turned to the deepest part of the alley. "We were only seven or eight meters apart, but I didn't notice your presence until you had a psychological disturbance just now."

(End of this chapter)