Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 403 402. Red Moon

When Spider Rom even stopped twitching, Lan En already felt as if his brain was about to split.

This situation has become very rare recently, because his brain's endurance is becoming stronger and stronger along with his body.

Once Mentos handed over a training plan, and he had to lie on the ground to relieve himself for a long time because of a headache. He thought it would never happen.

 But now, a total of five brand-new pieces of Space Marine surgical knowledge suddenly flooded into his mind, as if they had been specially calculated, which just hit his current endurance limit.

 The strange sense organ [spiritual vision] in the head was stimulated and inspired by seeing novel scenes and profound secrets again.

 Happiness and pain coexisted in his brain. No one could bear it for him, not even Mentos.

 Because the People's Federation's education bill prohibits biological brains from interfering with the subject's physical body at the elementary school level.

 Lan En just carried it like this.

 The excitement caused by the gene seed's confrontation with God began to subside, and the potion's effectiveness began to end earlier due to the rapid increase in metabolism.

 All support is disappearing.

Lan En only felt that the Zhuoliu sword in his hand, which he had begun to master proficiently, became extremely heavy.

In the end, he had to put the tip of the sword on the lake, while he knelt down, leaning on the sword and supporting it in his arms.

His eyes were blurring, and in this blur, he vaguely saw a woman wearing a white wedding dress standing in the distance in front of him.

The woman was unusually tall, and her skin was as white as dust. She looked like she was from Sumeru.

Her wedding dress was flawlessly white, almost blending in with the whiteness of this space.

 Only the lower abdomen, as if she had a miscarriage. The blood stained the wedding dress and flowed down, the red was dazzling.

She was facing Lan En sideways and looking up at the sky in front of her.

 Lan En struggled to tilt his head to the side along her line of sight in a daze.

That was a blood moon.

 A scarily huge red moon, like the whole moon falling down!

 No, not ‘like’.

 It's really falling!

—

"breathe!"

Opening his eyes suddenly, the pupils in his eyeballs suddenly shrank into a thin slit, and it took a few breaths before they expanded back to normal.

Lan En felt that his head was feeling much better, so he supported the ground and raised his face from the stone floor.

This is the terrace on Lake Byron Weiss.

 He now acted as if he had never jumped.

The great sword of Zhuoliu was lying next to his hand. The dark sword body seemed to have become darker because it had killed a superior person.

 But after Lan En shook his head, he felt that this was just an illusion.

Holding the hilt of the sword with a clang, he propped up the entire sword and stood upright. Lan Encai spoke in a weak tone and spoke behind him without turning his head.

 “Is that a dream or not?”

If it was a dream, the blood of most of the ancient gods splattered on his body due to the violent new moves could not be explained.

 But if it wasn’t a dream, he would have jumped down just now.

 “It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream.”

 Sitting on the rocking chair, the old man answered slowly. The moon in the sky was red as if it was about to drip blood, but the old man whose eyes were covered with metal goggles was still swaying in the rocking chair without any change.

 Henric fell asleep at his feet.

"In Yharnam, the ancient gods' desire for the Son of God has turned into a nightmare. It is a huge nightmare that pulls the entire mountain range into it. In the dream of the ancient gods longing for the Son of God, the 'truth and falsehood' of mortals are meaningless. Ah, young man. Because.”

 “They have little knowledge and narrow vision.”*2

The voices of the old man and the young man overlapped at this time, and they softly spoke part of Byron Weiss's ancient maxims in unison.

  If you don’t have a high enough [vision], then the dreams of the ancient gods will be a very real world for mortals.

“So, even if I kill your student in my dream, that spider that traps time in its web. Has time started to flow again?”

Lan En recovered quickly. He was now standing up straight, looking up at the huge and ominous red moon.

 He always felt that this moon was much more sinister than before.

 Did you really do the right thing?

  “There is no need to worry, there is no need to worry. In order for things to be resolved, we cannot continue to dwell on the beginning when hope appears. We must move forward, no matter good or bad, we must move forward.”

 The old man spoke openly.

“If I am not boasting.” Lan En turned around to face the old man and put the great sword of turbidity back into the alchemy leather bag on his waist. "What you call 'hope' refers to me? But this is not reasonable at all. I am a passerby and a foreigner who is leaving, and the time to leave is almost here."

 Under the collar, the roaring bear head badge has begun to tremble slightly, which is a signal that chaotic energy has returned to the world.

But Master William was still swaying in the rocking chair as if nothing mattered.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, there’s enough time. Even if you have to leave for a while, we still have enough time.”

"The ceremony of the Son of God's incarnation needs to be prepared, and the ancient god's plan needs to be implemented. Now in Yanan, the believers of each ancient **** should have already started to take action. Before they finish strangulating each other, no one will let this rare opportunity happen. The night is over.”

“They don’t have Rom, so they can’t make time come back again and again. But they each have their own ways, and this night will continue like this. Until the Son of God is born, no one can escape.”

 Master William said this, but Lan En still felt uneasy.

"But those ordinary people, those ordinary people who do not serve any ancient gods, can they survive? I am about to leave, and even I don't know if I will have a chance to come back."

He has already met several people who can be called friends in Yanan, and he has helped these friends through difficult times.

Let’s not talk about whether the rift between the heaven and earth can bring him to this world again in the future. Even if it can, he doesn’t want to see graves with the names of familiar people when he comes again.

 “Time is a wonderful concept, especially time in dreams, young man.”

 Master William said calmly.

"You have to leave after all. No one can stop a person who is determined to leave. I don't think your friends in Yanan want to stop you. On the contrary, they want you to get away as soon as possible."

“And since you have to leave eventually, why not relax and let time figure out what happens next?”

 “The night is getting darker, child. Such is your merit.”

"Leave without hesitation, and then find the right time to come back under the guidance of [Spiritual Vision]. Go and improve your vision, child. Nights and nightmares are too long, and the only thing that can end it all is a high enough vision. .”

The old man stopped talking. After Lan En saluted him, he lifted up Henrik who was sleeping on the ground and left.

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 (End of this chapter)