The World is Sick

As soon as I and my senior sister Maria, two passive fishers, were ordered to explore the Sumeru underground palace, Byrgenworth College was closed.

Immediately afterwards, the Cathedral was also under martial law, how could there be such a coincidence.

Therefore, he was actually regarded by Lawrence as an "accident factor" in the chessboard. Kevin had to admire this kind of foresight and keen intuition.

But what the bishop probably didn't expect was that he was not a pawn, but a meteorite that directly smashed the chessboard!

"Doctor Yusefka, there are enough medicines here, and it is far away from the impact of the Yanan beast disaster. The space is also large enough, and there are secret passages inside the city, so you can attack and retreat."

"So, you and Irene are staying at the clinic, ready to receive refugees!"

"Leave the rest to me and Senior Sister Maria!"

Kevin's thoughts turned, and he couldn't help the excitement that the opponent couldn't find in his mind. He immediately took over the command and began to arrange.

Playing chess, if you focus too much on strength, you will often lack the necessary fun.

Then, as a respect for my opponent, I will play with you, Lawrence!

The king of angels, with the corners of his mouth raised in joy, looked up at the scarlet blood moon, pursed his lips and whispered.

My Lord Bishop, it's time to make a break...

ps: Five shifts, at least four shifts tomorrow, asking for recommendations, monthly passes, and blades that expire at the end of the month.

Thanks for the 20 blades of the big guy @远望厦境.

Chapter 1211 Chapter [-] Women with Orange Flavors (One More)

In front of the clinic, Yusefka looked at the two figures that gradually disappeared at the end of the road. He stood there for a long time, his brows flickering and dispersing, as if he was troubled by many things.

"Tonight's night is a bit long..."

Irene nodded slightly when she heard the murmur in her ear, but she also whispered a philosophical whisper.

"In the long night, there will be a moment of dawn..."

The female doctor looked at the shadowy forest nearby, the roars of beasts reverberated faintly, and the city of Yanan under the blood moon was gloomy and cold, like a monster that swallowed everything with its mouth open.

"Will the future be better?"

"At least, we won't make it any worse..."

Compared to Yousefka's sentimentality, Crow Hunter was extremely free and easy. He patted Xin Jiyou on the shoulder, took out a golden-red warm blood bottle from his arms, and played with it with great interest.

"Didn't that guy keep it for you? Something he made casually?"

The female doctor copied her pockets with both hands, and looked suspiciously like a professional.

Indeed, blood therapy has proven to be a sinister way of causing lycanthropy and selection of human candidates, and it should be avoided as much as possible.

However, the various formulas in it are the result of the joint development and improvement of the Church of Healing, Belkingworth College, and even many doctors in Yanan, and they do have their merits.

Someone got into her pharmacy and prepared three-no products, which really made Yousefka worry.

"He said it was for my self-defense. After drinking it, I was guaranteed to walk sideways in the Forbidden Forest and resist the effects of the blood moon..."

"Do you believe it?"

"I believe it."

"Well, I believe it too."

Under Irene's surprised gaze, Yousefka took out a purple blood bottle from his pocket.

Before that guy, Kevin fumbled on the fake doctor's corpse, as if pulling out an invisible thing from her abdominal cavity, crushing it, and removing impurities and mixing it into the blood bottle.

What does it seem to be called—Ancient God’s Umbilical Cord?It is also used to improve self-defense ability.

But trust belongs to trust. The fake doctor was tortured to death before, and it almost became her psychological shadow, so this thing made Yousefka feel hot.

Now, since there are good sisters to share with, it is somewhat acceptable.

"cheers!"

Under the blood moon, the two sat in front of the wooden steps, pulled out the cork, touched the blood bottle in their hands, and drank it down.

The weird warmth flowing in the body and the spiritual shock that exploded in the mind made the scene in the eyes of Irene and Yusefka suddenly different, and the whispering like tarsus maggots disappeared.

call!

Irene couldn't help but take off the half-opened beak mask, and took a deep breath of fresh air outside.

Under the moonlight, that intellectual face reveals a bit of vicissitudes, and the facial features are full of three-dimensionality. Seeing through the burnout and laziness of prosperity, it is full of story flavor.

After waiting for a while, the bloodthirsty impulse in her body did not surge up, and she even calmed down, and she could perceive the natural rhythm similar to a hymn, which made her body and mind extremely comfortable.

What's even more incredible is that his physical fitness, reaction, and control over arcane techniques have all improved several levels, and he stands among the top batch of Yanan hunters.

Moreover, eradicating the influence of that negative factor, next time Irene confronts the enemy, she can rest assured that she will use her full strength without worrying about losing control.

This is extremely important for a fighter. For example, if she meets a fake doctor and two celestial messengers now, she can definitely kill the opponent with one enemy and three.

Of course, not having to hold back behind this stuffy and hot mask and smell the strong and greasy smell of spices all day is also the main reason for her physical and mental pleasure.

In fact, Irene didn't know that the raw material injected into the blood bottle in her hand belonged to the real "God's Blood", and it was also a gift and recognition from the King of Angels.

As for the other side, Dr. Yusefka, who took the ancient god's umbilical cord, not only had an unprecedented improvement in his "spiritual vision", but even those obscure arcane techniques emerged in his mind, and the world around him took on a completely new look.

Immediately, in order to celebrate the new life, Yusefka escaped from the drawer with a box of cherished cigarettes.

After going through a lot of hardships, the two women, who had developed a strong relationship, looked at each other and smiled, squatting in front of the steps and swallowing clouds, which seemed to be somewhat like-minded.

The flickering cigarette butts are like a pair of fireflies warming each other in the dark, short but beautiful.

At the same time, the city of Yanan was in chaos.

Most of the residents who were unable to fight obeyed the arrangements of the three major organizations, obediently hid in their homes, locked the doors and windows, and sprinkled spices around them to cover up the smell of blood.

All the old hunters sent by the Star Clock Tower are patrolling the eerie streets and alleys, trying to kill the werewolves who come out, and even the vampires who take the opportunity to make trouble.

But the coming of the blood moon made the blood of the ancient gods in almost every Yanan people start to boil.

Whether it is facing the bloody hunters or the civilians hiding at home, they are all inevitably affected by some kind of crazy will,

The smell of blood poured into the nostrils was sweet and alluring; the slippery and sticky murmur seemed to stir in their minds, making them vent their strange emotions in the midst of killing and destruction.

"boom!"

The flintlock gun that was inserted into the eye socket of a werewolf at close range roared, and the monster's white skull was blown away, and sticky red and white spots scattered in all directions from the big hole in the back of the head.

Resisting the desire to continue to abuse, the old hunter Henrik reached out and retracted the musket.

When he calmed down and raised his eyes to look around, he suddenly found that two-thirds of the hundred hunters following him had fallen behind.

The remaining dozen or so hunters also had scarlet eyes, catching out-of-control mobs and werewolves who had been dead for a long time, and slashing at them.

Most of them showed a frantic state of excitement under the scenes of bone shattering and blood splattering.

Henrik picked up a wooden barrel casually, filled it from the central fountain, and poured it expressionlessly on the heads of the hunters.

In the desolate cold night, the temperature dropped sharply, and the hunters who had fallen into a state of madness woke up shivering after being stimulated by such a bucket of cold water.

However, before they could curse out loud, they were shocked by Henrik's gloomy gaze.

"You guys clean up the battlefield, dispose of the corpses, and wash this place clean!"

"The rest follow with spices and limes! Don't leave a bloody smell!"

As a native of Yanan, with his senior qualifications and the reputation he created in cooperation with Father Gascoigne, Henrik was still able to calm down these middle- and lower-level hunters.

The hunters who woke up wiped cold water on their faces and started to work cursing.

Amidst the silent sound of tearing the rag bag, a few unlucky people who were in charge of disposing of the corpse, with a little venting emotion, inserted the hook blade and the ax into the monster's chest.

Afterwards, they dragged the corpse all the way to the barren grass. Long bloodstains and scattered pieces of meat were sprinkled on the blue-gray stone slabs along the way, adding a touch of gloom to the night scene.

Henryk moved his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything to stop it.

In this crazy night, everyone is a little bit mentally abnormal, and the darkness in their hearts is magnified by some kind of power.

Even the kindest person can't guarantee that he doesn't have a little bit of dark thoughts, so he worries that he will overrepress and cause rebellion.

After the corpses were piled up, several hunters with flamethrowers stepped forward and set the dead on fire. The night was briefly illuminated, and a trace of warmth dispelled the coldness in everyone's bodies.

Chapter 1212 Chapter [-] Crazy Under the Blood Moon (Two more)

The firelight shone on Henrik's face, reflecting confusion and worry.

Now, it is no secret that blood therapy can cause insanity and lycanthropy, but the life of the Yanan people is inseparable from this kind of thing.

They would rather drown in the momentary aftertaste provided by blood wine and blood therapy, and degenerate into demented beasts, than have the determination to completely ban these things.

Moreover, regarding this matter, even Belkinworth College, which has always advocated staying away from and revering the blood of the ancient gods, has also maintained a strange silence.

Now, the first mentor Geman has always been, the paladin Ludwig is guarding the cathedral, and the leader of the executioner, Loglis, is inextricably fighting with the blood clan. The current situation is a mess.

Those hunters who were in charge of holding knives couldn't understand the game above, so they could only do their job well and try their best to kill the transformed werewolves and monsters wandering on the street.

It's just that I don't know how long this old bone of mine can last...

Henrik looked at the strange blood in the night sky, sighed melancholy, and couldn't help but miss the old buddy Father Gascoigne who could rely on each other and be vigilant to each other.

It's a pity, the animal disaster is too serious, Yanan has experienced expansion, and there is a shortage of people everywhere.

Those old fellows who could barely hold the scene could only lead their own teams to different areas to suppress the chaos, hoping to stay up until the end of the night.

That old man, he should have been sent near the cemetery in Xincheng District, so he doesn't know what's going on now?

Henrik let out a long breath, glanced at the remains of the victims who had been burned to ashes, and turned around, ready to continue working.

However, the scorching smell that permeated the air, mixed with the smell of spices, made him sneez heavily, and a chill came to his heart for no reason.

At the same time, two figures broke into this taboo land full of violence, blood, madness and despair.

The outskirts of Yanan are all emerging areas that accommodate migrants. The infrastructure and construction in all aspects are naturally relatively backward, and the residents are also mixed.

Kevin and Maria had just crossed an ancient bridge, and in front of the dimly lit house opposite, the fierce dog kept in a dog cage whimpered and screamed.

Call again, stew you!