Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 379 378. Kill!

 A man who had never appeared in Yanan walked into the cathedral of the Healing Church.

 But the church agent praying here didn’t seem surprised at all.

 At this night, any strange things are possible, and there is no need to be surprised.

Lan En looked at the twisted woman in white robe.

 She has white hair, a thin body, and a **** bandage on her wrist. It is very different from the image of the pope who is a powerful and monopolistic person in ordinary people's impression.

Lane once saw the portrait of the Archbishop of Eternal Fire, Cyrus Hemelfat, in the market of Goth Velen.

The guy's portrait, apart from the solemnity and majesty highlighted by painting techniques, looks like a fat pig who indulges in excessive sexual indulgence and eats all kinds of food.

But the painting was finally sold for fifty orons.

 And Amelia looked like a helpless ordinary woman who came to pray in front of the statue.

 But Lan knew very well—

 A helpless ordinary woman would not be so calm when a strong man drew his sword and walked towards her.

The eyes under the pure white hood looked towards Lan En.

The witcher suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly and stopped walking forward.

In this cathedral full of incense, a stench belonging to a lycanthropic patient appeared out of thin air!

Amelia's bones began to twist abnormally, and the bones deformed violently in her body, even pushing out bulges one after another on her robe!

Pain followed her like a shadow, and Amelia's eyes rolled up uncontrollably.

At that moment, the witcher smacked his mouth.

 “Tsk, it’s something strange again.”

 At this moment, lycanthropy is controlled.

It’s just that it’s not controlled in the direction of ‘healing’, but the power of animal transformation is controlled!

This is a phenomenon that Lan En has never seen before and Henryk has never mentioned before - artificial control of the process of animalization!

The Healing Church has indeed researched something wonderful through countless cases.

Above the church agent’s eyeballs, on the eyelids under the pupils, a symbol that looks like an abstract beast’s claws stands out.

If you don’t roll your eyes, this symbol should always be buried under your eyeballs.

 The deformed throat bone let out a deafening scream.

The skin was finally torn apart by the deformation of the bones, thick animal hair also emerged from the body, and the hind legs transformed into recurved joints

 The blood splattered from the skin being torn apart by the bones even sprayed onto the walls of the church hall.

 Finally, when Lan En put down the arm that was blocking his eyes to prevent blood from staining his eyes.

What appeared before his eyes was a huge white-haired monster with forked antlers and a wolf-like face.

The pure white robe that Amelia was originally wearing has now become the monster's blindfold.

In the light of the dim candlelight in the church, the pure white monster even had a somewhat alien sense of holiness.

 It was holding something tightly in one of its paws, hugging it to its chest.

 This is the first time Lann has witnessed a cleric transforming into a beast.

He had never seen such a scene before. A small curled up body expanded into a monster with a mouth that could swallow a whole person in the blink of an eye.

Werewolf transformation and lycanthropy patients have much milder symptoms than this.

Huffing like a canine, the beast's black snout became moist.

Together with it, from the gaps between its sharp teeth, the breath brought out the beastly stench spreading from the internal organs.

With a soft "click" sound, the witcher closed the Lake Lady's sword that had just been pushed away from the scabbard. “I finally understand why the weapon gap between church hunters and ordinary hunters comes from.”

Lan En muttered to himself.

 The fighting style of ordinary hunters is rapid acceleration, coupled with transforming weapons.

 The church hunters tend to use heavier and larger heavy weapons for hunting.

 The hunter's tactical choice has always depended on the type of prey.

The studded leather gloves moved towards the alchemy leather bag on the waist, and most of the arm went deep into it and grabbed something.

The white monster in front of him used its claws that could hold a person whole and slapped Lan En on the head!

 Dodge sideways. Although the steps in the [Ninja Move Book] are not as quick and crisp as those of hunters, they are still neat enough to dodge attacks.

The claws as big as a man slapped on the marble church floor, and the precious and solid stone immediately cracked and opened up spiderweb-like patterns.

 From the cracks in the cracked stone, large clouds of smoke and dust were shaken out by the force of the impact and floated in the air.

A few pieces of gravel turned into shotguns and shot out in all directions.

A piece of land hit Lan En right in front of his eyes, but the young man didn't even blink.

The piece of rubble hit a golden barrier in mid-air, and the chaotic magic made a crackling sound under pressure, but it was still far from shattering.

As Lan En's body continues to grow, the quality of his chaotic magic power also increases.

Now his [Quen's Seal] can withstand ordinary crossbows and close range shots, and should be able to withstand two or three rounds.

The white-haired monster slapped his hand in the air, then tried to withdraw his hand and continue attacking.

But at the same time, Lan En's arm also grabbed something and pulled it out of the alchemy leather bag.

Amelia didn’t even have time to see what it was.

It just saw a huge black shadow, leaving a fan-shaped trajectory in the sky

 ‘Boom! ! ’

 “Ouch!!”

The pain was felt before the vision, and Amelia’s shrill wails echoed endlessly in the church!

 The huge black sword blade slashed down from top to bottom.

 It simply smashed the monster's deformed wrist off!

That dull sword blade first shattered the wrist bones, and then with the huge force and inertia, tore off the skin and flesh above the bones!

 The monster's wrist was cut off on the ground, and the mixture of flesh and bone fell far away on the marble floor.

 And that big sword.

 “Ouch! Ouch!”

Amelia staggered back holding her severed claws, screaming in agony.

 It would be too forced to call it a ‘sword’.

It’s big, thick, and heavy, and the blade is too rough.

  It is simply a piece of iron!

Even for the outstanding hunters of the church, their church greatswords adopt a leek-leaf style tapered blade, with etching on the sword surface to reduce weight.

How is it possible that a human who has not undergone [blood therapy] can wield such a sword? !

Shattered bones and smashed flesh and blood slipped from the huge sword and fell to the marble floor.

The great sword of Valyrian steel, after cutting off the giant monster's wrist, still managed to create a ferocious and rough crack on the ground!

At the same time, there was a roar like a bell!

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