The World is Sick

People's hearts are so changeable.

If he really stepped onto the altar, would he still be able to maintain the loftiness he once had?

Lawrence fell into a long silence. He didn't dare to think about it. He looked down at his alienated hands, and after a long time, he murmured and opened his mouth slowly.

"I have no idea…"

This answer is contradictory and painful. He is a radical and idealist. He would rather hit the south wall and break his blood, and he is absolutely unwilling to terminate his plan and carry out circular and gradual temptations.

The answer just now has actually negated everything that I have sworn to promise.

"Could it be that all my efforts are in vain?"

At this moment, Lawrence asked himself, the hideous beastly face reflected in the pool of blood made his emotions fall into an unstable state,

"My God! What have I done!"

"It seems that their rebuttals to me in the past were not out of slander. I may have really become the beastly fallen person they called..."

In the flames, Lawrence's exhausted body was stimulated and alienated again, and the bones grew chaotically. The pain and mourning from the soul flowed out of his mouth, but it turned into the roar of a wild beast.

He wanted to open his mouth again, but he seemed to have forgotten human language.The scene is extremely sad.

"No, you may not have succeeded, but you still brought hope to the world..."

Unexpectedly, under the flickering candlelight in front of the pedestal, the figure who stepped forward responded earnestly with a slightly respectful gesture.

"The flood of the blood of the ancient gods hastened the recovery process of the superiors, and they are all mature tonight..."

"The melons are ripe and the stems are falling, and the fruit is red. Only by absorbing enough nutrients, these superiors will not hurt the roots and branches of the world when they descend."

"And the ripened gods are far less powerful and flawless than those that grow naturally..."

"If humanity is willing to resist, this will be the closest we've come to winning!"

While pondering, Kevin's arm as white as jade lightly patted Lawrence's shoulder that was about to burn out, temporarily suppressing his animal transformation.

The information pouring out of his mind made Lawrence's emotions gradually calm down. He gradually understood what he was facing, and he immediately understood.

This expression is both an acknowledgment and a commitment.

The half-human and half-affected archbishop looked at Kevin with a little more human hope, raised his neck to look at the blood moon above the dome, subconsciously opened and closed his lips and teeth, and murmured questions.

"The night is too long..."

"Tomorrow, will it be better, Your Excellency?"

Kevin nodded slightly, his eyes calm and clear.

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

"That's good, I want to sleep...well...sleep..."

That ferocious beast-like head, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, had a surprisingly quiet and peaceful expression, as if he was gradually sinking into a sweet dream.

However, as fate was coming to an end, the head that was engulfed in flames and burned still felt a little regretful and unwilling.

"Unfortunately...you came...too late...too late..."

Finally, Lawrence seemed to think of something, tried to open his eyes gradually engulfed by the flames, and opened his mouth to warn Kevin.

"Beware of pale blood..."

However, before the words were finished, the flames that spread to Lawrence's skull exploded, swallowing the last glimmer of light in his eyes.

Kevin frowned slightly, and the moment his fingertips were about to touch the skull of the dark-white beast, Amelia, who was unconscious on one side, opened her eyes and happened to witness the fall of the Archbishop.

"Ah!!! Unforgivable! Unforgivable! God will punish!"

The saint of Amelia had a ferocious face, her silver hair danced wildly, and pressed the golden pocket watch in her hand to her chest in grief and anger. The incantation, which resembled a mixture of Latin and Carl runes, showed her crazy will.

Immediately, there were crisp sounds of joints being raised one after another, and the shadows of muscle swelling and body distortion were elongated by candlelight and blood moon, making them look more ferocious.

A monster very similar in appearance to Lawrence, with stag horns, a wolf head, and a sheep body, gradually took shape amidst the blood splattering from the tearing of the flesh!

ps: Tomorrow I will go to the city hospital to accompany me for two or three days. I will try my best and make more changes if I can. Please forgive me for these two days.

Chapter 1226 Chapter [-] The Appearance of the Ancient God

boom!

The gigantic monster with the head of a wolf and the body of a sheep fell to the ground with a groan, and crawled sadly towards the white skull in front of the base.

"Sorry, Archbishop, I'm really useless..."

Saint Amelia took the remains of Bishop Lawrence into her arms, hugged her tightly to her chest, and revealed a desolate smile of infatuation.

"Are you, forgive me?"

"Lord Lawrence, don't go too far, wait for me..."

The skull seemed to be spiritual, and it was slightly heated, and it made a final response, and the obsession in her eyes gradually dissipated.

Immediately, the distorted animal body turned into a white mist, disintegrating and disappearing under the rush of bloody energy.

At this moment, the king of angels, who watched the two of them finish their final journey, seemed to have made some kind of decision. He raised his head and pointed his fingers, grabbed two gleams of light from the blood mist, and opened his lips to whisper.

"Your human journey is over, go to sleep well..."

"After waking up, the night is gone, you will usher in a new life, become angels, and fight for me!"

Looking at the pair of dead figures embracing each other, Maria couldn't help feeling a little dazed. It wasn't until Kevin called again and again that the huntress, who was a little distracted along the way, woke up from her dream.

"Amelia, she could have chosen to live, why?"

"Because her heart is completely on Lawrence, people, sometimes they will do a lot of stupid things because of their sensibility."

"Then what are we going to do next?"

"The Star Clock Tower and Belkinworth College, there, should be our last stop..."

Kevin smiled, took Maria's bare hand, walked out of the cathedral, and headed towards the destination.

Due to the large number of Yharnam citizens, the evacuation has been completed.

The top leaders who didn't want to go out to take risks locked the doors and windows, lit the spices, and hid at home shivering, hoping that the night would pass sooner.

Therefore, in the shadows of the streets and alleys and buildings, it looks deserted and lonely, only ferocious monsters and secondary gods who have completed their descent are rampant.

But along the way, the monsters and beast-like beings born from the darkness, driven by instinct, could only let out suppressed whimpers, and their chaotic consciousness was suddenly taken over by timidity.

They didn't dare to approach those two terrifying existences at all.

Therefore, the journey of Kevin and Maria highlights a kind of eerie dead silence, only the sound of crisp footsteps echoing around, as if they went deep into a deserted ghost town.

With no obstacles, the two walked through the street at an extremely fast speed, and within a few breaths, they could raise their eyes and see the big clock with the twelve signs of the zodiac to distinguish the time.

This is the landmark of the Star Clock Tower, where the hunter organization basically conducts regular training and releases missions.

The middle floor is the teaching and research area belonging to Bilkenworth College, passing through the sea of ​​bright trees and flowers, and reaching the top is the observation platform often visited by Master William.

Therefore, the Star Clocktower and Bilkingworth College are actually connected as one.

But according to the current situation, the number one hunter German probably has turned his back on Master William and sided with Lawrence.

It’s just that according to Lawrence’s plan, the first hunter was supposed to return to the Cathedral to assist the Bishop after he got something from the church factory.

Just as Kevin was thinking, the rustling sound of crawling came from the back of the steeple building ahead.

Secondary god Amidala!The nightmare manipulating the illusion is this ghost thing again!

The man stared coldly at the spider-like monster hidden behind the dome, with its rolling pale eyes, as if he saw something extremely terrifying.

Amidala's three pairs of insect feet were limp, and his body fell to the ground. His mouthparts let out a hissing scream, and his head suddenly swelled and contracted, and suddenly shattered inch by inch.

The hideous shell fell to the ground, but it was still in the air, and the spider web-like cracks spread all over the body, and then Amidala turned into dots of streamer and dissipated in an instant.

Behind the spire, there were only a few crisp lingering sounds of rubble sliding, and then it became calm again, as if nothing had happened.

Maria, who started to move forward, walked towards the Star Clock Tower ignorantly, seemingly unaware of the crisis that was just around the corner.

Unexpectedly, the front door was open, the interior decoration was broken, and it was dark, looking dead silent and deserted.

The two climbed up the stairs, and as soon as they entered the middle floor, their footsteps seemed to startle the alienated people lurking in the shadows.

Immediately, painful groans, and the muffled sound of the body hitting the wall came one after another.

Several heads swelled to almost transparent like water balloons, stumbled out of the room, and ran towards the two of them shaking.

Kevin subconsciously drew his sword and swung it forward, but the dirty white hospital gown made him stop sharply.

The man tensed his face, turned chops into slaps, and hit the back of the necks of these monsters, cooperating with the mental shock, stunned them.

Immediately, he walked forward along the source of the sound, pushed open a half-closed door, and stepped into it.

Inside the room, several patients with big heads tied to the hospital bed by straitjackets seemed to be able to see through the transparent skin the liquid half filled with seawater.

Their limbs turned purple-black due to different blood, and their bodies were close to necrosis.

Moreover, on the rest of the hospital beds, there were many twisted corpses tightly wrapped in sheets, and the faint stench and bloody smell coming from them made Kevin's face uncertain.

As the figure at the door walked into it, the patients seemed to feel something and struggled to let out sharp and painful groans.

"Ah, Ms. Maria, Ms. Maria, is that you?"

"Oh, thank you Kos, you're back again."

"Please hold my hand, help me, and keep me from drowning..."

Out of the corner of the man's eyes, he seemed to notice something, and he subconsciously walked towards the patient wrapped in a shroud in the corner.

Faced with such a sad request, Maria stepped forward silently, with a gentle and compassionate face, and gently cupped the skinny palm of a sick patient as a gesture of comfort.

"Ms. Maria... I seem to hear the sound of sea water in my head..."

"Also, why... your hands... are so cold?"

At this time, Kevin slowly turned around and looked back, his eyes were cold.

"Because she is not Maria at all!"

A cluster of bright tree flowers held in the man's hands, with fresh dew on them, obviously just picked.