Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1281 1253. The Remains of God, Son of God

This meeting was actually just a joint action of the Healing Church and Byronvis, to inform the hunters who were the main force of the action.

Regardless of whether Maria had doubts or not, the action itself would not stop because of anyone's doubts.

After all, this might be my last chance.

Lawrence supported the stone table of the pulpit with both hands. Even though his fingers were holding the edge of the stone table, he still couldn't stop trembling slightly.

It was as if the brain had seriously lost control of the tiny muscles on his fingers.

But under the large and complicated robe worn by the archbishop, no one had seen this scene yet.

The stone table on the pulpit was originally used by clergy to place the doctrine text on it when preaching doctrine to believers.

But now, Lawrence supported the stone table, lowered his head and did not move.

The standard calm and gloomy face of the Byronvis scholars just stared blankly at the empty stone table.

But no one thought anything was wrong. In Yharnam, there was no need to make a fuss about everything and get to the bottom of things.

The door of the cathedral was reopened.

Most of the hunters, who were covered in the stench of wild beast blood, filed out in silence.

Like a group of black crows eating carrion.

Most of the hunters left.

They had to prepare their hunting weapons and hunting tools for the upcoming big hunt.

They were ready to enjoy the blood that was spilled, and they were also ready to find ways to make the blood spill more and thicker.

Most of the hunters grinned and laughed silently.

Chiefra was one of the few people with a heavy face.

Maria, who was walking at the end, looked back at the closing door of the church.

Under the shadow of the tricorn hat, she saw the scholars and senior clergy who were talking to each other also leaving.

Only the two first hunters and the archbishop were still in their original positions, watching others leave silently.

With a "creak", the door of the church was closed again.

The sound of people leaving the cathedral floor was echoing, but it was getting lighter and lighter.

Only when there was no more sound did Ludwig break the silence.

"Lawrence." He looked worriedly at the pulpit, "Are you okay?"

Although the archbishop was still motionless, cold sweat had already gathered on the tip of his nose, and dripped down directly, breaking on the stone table with a "click".

"You are not in a good state."

Ludwig said worriedly.

"No, nothing." But Lawrence immediately waved his hand, and although he was a little out of breath, he still insisted, "I'm just a little tired. Gray blood disease has involved most of the church's energy, but I also have to take care of our sacred blood."

Is it just too tired?

Ludwig frowned, but finally just nodded and said nothing more.

If it's just overwork, then just a few more [blood treatments] will be enough, right?

The first hunter of the church suppressed the inexplicable feeling of "something is wrong and panic" in his heart.

[Blood therapy] is the panacea of ​​life.

As long as you accept the abundant power in [Holy Blood], the vitality, energy, and life force will be like a new one.

Everything that seems to be reborn only needs to be injected into the body with a bottle of [Holy Blood].

Ludwig didn't believe that with such a magical power, there would be nothing that could not be solved.

The horror of gray blood disease is only because the Healing Church can't give every Yharnam person a portion of [Holy Blood]. Otherwise, what is the plague?

Ludwig didn't ask any further questions because he believed in the teachings of the Healing Church.

"Where is Brado?" In the cathedral with only three people left at this time, Lawrence no longer concealed his current poor condition.

He supported the stone table with one hand and covered his forehead with the other hand and asked in a muffled voice.

It seemed that he was about to vomit from the headache.

"I don't know." Ludwig was stunned for a moment, and then he said as if he remembered, "I haven't seen him for a long time. Shouldn't you have assigned him this task?"

In fact, Brado only accepted tasks from Lawrence.

Although Brado was a foreigner who came to Yharnam to seek [blood therapy], he had a very good relationship with Lawrence.

In the days when Lawrence left Byron Weiss and established the Healing Church, this was one of his few friends.

So although he had no official identity and position, everyone knew that Brado's tasks were basically what Lawrence needed him to do.

Brado was not a church hunter, but he was more like a fixed cooperative hunter of Lawrence himself.

Holding a unique one-handed hammer called [Blood Sacrifice Knife] as a weapon.

No one should know where he would be and what he was doing better than Lawrence.

Lawrence himself also reacted, and he was stunned for a moment.

Yes, it is true that he should know where Brad is the best, why now.

Just when Lawrence felt that his headache was getting worse and his mind was confused, an old voice echoed in the church.

"Brad is hunting a monster that is very good at escaping."

The brim of German's bowler hat cast a shadow, making it difficult for the other two to see his expression.

He said to himself.

"That will take a lot of time, he is very busy recently."

This is very wrong.

Why would German, who has been silent for a long time, know about Brad? He shouldn't even know that there is a hunter named Brad.

Why does German know where Brad is better than Lawrence?

Something that is impossible in terms of logic and information has happened.

But whether it is Lawrence or Ludwig, they both seem to be stunned for a moment.

Then, they accepted German's statement without hesitation.

Lawrence, who was covering his head, seemed to feel a little better. He shook his head and put down his hand covering his head.

"Anyway, the hunting target this time is very dangerous."

Lawrence said to the two hunters he trusted at this time, with a hint of meaning.

"I understand." Ludwig said directly, "You even found Mr. German. I can't imagine what kind of monster would need so many hunters. But no matter what, I and the church hunters will stick to it."

"But it's not that simple, Ludwig."

Lawrence's eyes were still calm, even though the veins on his neck were bulging.

"Those scholars who came out of Byronweiss," Lawrence glanced at the direction where the scholars left, "You don't need to protect them too much during the hunting process."

"They were all elites of Byronweiss, whether in academics or [arcane], combat, they are all very good. If you get into trouble, you can even treat them as powerful hunters to command. Do you understand what I mean?"

In the cathedral where the echoes were lingering, the echoes gradually became low, and finally disappeared completely, falling into silence.

Ludwig slowly frowned.

"You said 'used to be'?"

Obviously, the meaning revealed in this word is very complicated, but Ludwig still understood it.

That group of scholars was not, as people thought, coming on behalf of Byron Weiss. Most of them, like Lawrence, were the ones who deviated from Master William's academic research path.

But they also did not stand with the Healing Church, which means

a third party?

Lawrence made it clear that he needed Ludwig to preserve his own strength in hunting and use the opponent's strength. His intention to prevent was obvious.

"This is obviously not honorable, and I don't know what the dispute is between you. But I will still do it."

The first hunter of the church looked up and stared at the archbishop on the pulpit.

"But I need you to promise me and my church hunters: everything we do will definitely save the lives of the people of Yharnam."

Lawrence did not hesitate for a moment. Although he was weak, he still made his attitude clear.

"Of course, Ludwig. I promise you and all the church hunters. We will save Yharnam."

That attitude was extremely clear, accurate, and resolute.

So the first hunter of the church, although it was difficult, still pursed his lips and nodded, turned around and left.

His reputation and spirit are all things that can be discarded compared to the numerous residents of Yharnam and the vision of the Healing Church to use the sacred blood to provide relief.

And just after even the church's first hunter left.

Sitting on a bench with his arms folded across his chest, letting the shadow of the brim of his bowler hat cover half of his face, Geman spoke quietly.

"You are still so cold, Lawrence."

The corners of Geman's mouth smiled.

"There was not even a moment of hesitation when he lied."

"He doesn't even know what we are going to hunt in that small fishing village."

"That's a living son of God!"

Facing the ridicule of his old friend, Lawrence closed his eyes and shook his head: "In order to get the body of the son of God, everything we pay is worth it."

"Think about it, Geman. You are an old guy who has witnessed our development process with your own eyes."

"Ever since Byron Weiss found the remains of the Sumeru people in the underground maze, and found the remains of God from those remains! After that, science, arcane, medicine... We have experienced explosive growth!"

"And that remains were discovered and studied by them even before the demise of the Sumeru civilization. How many long years have passed before we discovered it?"

Lawrence's grip seemed to suddenly become very strong, and his hands supporting the stone table actually made a 'creaking' squeezing sound.

And his tone seemed to become intense because of this.

"The remains of the god were simply 'chewed' several times! They were leftovers that had gone bad! And now, there is a living Son of God!"

"As long as we get Him, how far will human evolution be pushed?!"