Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1456 1428. Dissipation

Tishaya was so depressed that she almost collapsed.

Lan En could feel that her words "I haven't cut the blood vessels in my wrists yet" were really just one step away.

This powerful and ancient sorceress, her spirit has become extremely fragile.

Vigofets could not use magic to defeat an opponent like Tishaya, but he could use many ways to destroy such an opponent.

This is why Vigofets only felt difficult with Philippa Ehart before.

Because Philippa was not only as good as him in magic, but also a ruthless power animal. For the sake of ambition, she could give up many things and become extremely sharp.

Unlike Tishaya or Margarita, Vigofets could think of many ways to destroy them in the blink of an eye.

He could destroy them without facing their terrifying magic.

If things are dragged into a rhythm controlled by the brain and emotions, the strength of magic power is not important.

The current state of Tishaya is the proof that Vigfortz is almost successful.

If it weren't for Lan's vigilance, the number of northern sorcerers killed in the chaos last night would probably be several times more than it is now.

And it's not just the few great wizards who gathered in the Garstang Palace for a meeting at that time.

Tishaya, who was forcibly suppressed by Lan, finally calmed down a little bit from her crazy mood.

And among those who wanted to go up at the gate of Loshar Palace, half were Redanians under Dijkstra, and the other half were really people from the Gos Velen City Hall.

The people in the city hall looked at the once magnificent and magnificent Thaned Island and the Island of Sorceresses with caution and fear.

But in the chaos last night, the wizards could no longer maintain even the most basic facade.

The prosperity of the city of Gos Velen depends half on the shipping port and half on the sorceresses.

Even the calmness of the shipping port is due to the sorceresses controlling the weather.

The people in the city hall were really afraid that something would happen to Aretusa, especially in this world where the trend of collapse was visible to the naked eye.

In the end, Lan En came forward and persuaded them to return.

In fact, they didn't have to come in to see the situation, but they were scared by Tissaya's madness before. They were afraid that there were no living people in Aretusa, so they were anxious to go in to confirm the situation.

And Lan En, a very recognizable and prestigious person, appeared in front of them with a rational and calm demeanor to explain and make requests. They just hesitated for a moment and simply left.

Aretusa closed the door.

The people in Gos Velen could only watch anxiously. What happened to this academy that determined the fate of the city could only be guessed.

Rumors were rampant.

A day ago, people were still watching with hope.

Those ordinary people had a flash of fear of the current world in their eyes.

In this contemptuous era, ordinary humans who could only go with the flow were everywhere.

The ordinary people of Gos Velen placed their sense of security and hope on the sorcerers.

When they looked at the island of Thanedd early this morning, they knew that their hope and sense of security had become rootless and floating in this world.

In the famous fair, the missionaries preached the mercy and justice of the gods and the evil and inevitable defeat of the wizards with a more intense tone than ever before.

But today, many people began to stop seriously and no longer refuted in a low voice in a joking tone.

The two towers that fell on the island of Thanedd seemed to hit people's hearts.

So the missionaries who received feedback from the masses suddenly became more excited and worked harder.

The cause of establishing a parish in Gos Velen, the "evil city of witches", seemed to be waving to him!

But then, a gloomy temperament passed by the preacher's podium, which had gathered many people, like a mute button.

He was a very tall weirdo, at least a head taller than the average height of people in the market.

He wore a black windbreaker and a black wide-brimmed hat, and hung a big axe that even a lumberjack couldn't use.

He was blindfolded, but he wouldn't bump into anyone.

"You said 'God loves the world, is merciful and just'?"

As if speaking in an academic discussion, the tall weirdo asked at the temporary podium made of three wooden boxes.

"Is this what your God claims to you? Or have you really seen your God?"

This was not a malicious question or ridicule. The missionary could hear that he really wanted to ask.

But this was even more ridiculous and absurd!

Under the missionary's fiery red hood, his eyes were wide open on his face.

He muttered hesitantly in his throat but didn't say anything.

Because this question was asked sincerely, the meaning of the question was close to the philosophical question of 'Is there really a God?'

The missionary wanted to scold the questioner.

They even wanted to take advantage of the panic and uncertainty caused by Aretuza's incident in the hearts of the people of Gos Velen to incite the crowd to attack the questioner.

This is equivalent to a "letter of allegiance". As long as you do those extreme behaviors that you don't usually do under the teachings of the Eternal Fire, you will naturally become a believer of the Eternal Fire.

Whether it is what those people think of themselves or the society's understanding of their identities, it will change accordingly.

Taking advantage of others' excitement, encouraging them to "implement the doctrine first and then become believers" is even a missionary skill.

But when the missionary wanted to do this.

Gascoigne slightly pressed the brim of his hat, tilted his head, and looked at the missionary with his blindfolded eyes.

Suddenly, the missionary only felt a faint stench entering his nasal cavity.

The stench was so intense that it made him feel a little physiologically uncomfortable.

It seemed to be the stench of spoiled blood, but it was also like the sweetness of fresh blood, but it was thicker and more heterogeneous.

And he looked around in panic, but found that the people around him seemed to feel nothing at all.

The stench of blood was so permeable that it almost couldn't wait to drill in from the nostrils! Then it surged to the brain!

The thick stench of blood made the missionary completely unbearable, and he bent over and vomited.

It even poured water all over the head and face of a person who was very close and wanted to listen to the preaching.

And he himself leaned back because he bent over to vomit, and fell into a ball with the wooden boxes piled up at his feet.

People who were originally prepared to listen to the will of the gods and wanted to find some hope and sustenance in this contemptuous era looked at the missionary in bewilderment.

In the end, he sighed and shook his head, and went back and forth in the busy market.

Gascoigne tightened the axe hanging on his body and hid it inside the wide windbreaker.

The hunters of Yharnam have hunted too many beasts at night, and their weapons cannot be washed clean anyway.

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The blood of the beast patient has penetrated every corner of the metal and machinery, even the inside.

It was just that the smell of the beast could not be hidden.

Gascoigne followed the instructions of Gerd and Berengar and walked all the way to the door of Aretuza.

Two demon hunters plus a Yharnam hunter, the manpower that attacked the workshop area last night was not much in front of them.

Although Gascoigne did not bring many mercury bullets because of the soul projection, his axe alone was powerful enough.

The Yharnam hunter's ability to dodge quickly and seize opportunities may be more terrifying than the ghostly spirits in the eyes of ordinary people.

As Gerd pointed out, it is too easy to find Aretuza in Gos Velen.

The main road of the city is simply the entrance to the academy.

Gascoigne does not know what the magic academy looks like, he just hopes it is not a place like the choir in Yharnam to study arcane.

Fortunately, when Gascoigne passed some test and entered directly, he only saw some very new signs of destruction.

But overall, it is neither bloody and gloomy, nor disgusting and bizarre.

Gascoigne's face is normal, as if he stepped over a step and stepped over a Scoia'tael corpse with a rib cut by a blade.

His soul body has become translucent and he will go back soon.

After walking a few steps, he saw a cat in armor that seemed to be waiting there.

"Your name is, uh, Gascoigne meow?"

The kitten with three colors spoke human language, holding his helmet, and looked up to confirm seriously.

Gascoigne nodded a little stunned.

The fluffy ball jumped happily: "Then come with me, the boss is waiting for you meow! There are two other powerful hunters! Are you also a hunter meow?"

As he spoke, the fluffy ball started to run on all fours lively, and Gascoigne followed behind.

When he reached a corridor in the building, the fluffy ball stood up from the trot on all fours in the last few steps, put his two little paws in front of him, walked to Lan En, and was touched on the head.

And Irene and Henrik were already talking next to him.

"I just wanted to say hello before leaving."

Gascoigne said.

He looked into the corridor, where many injured people were lying, and they looked at this place with some shock.

Henrik nodded to Gascoigne first, and then continued to speak in a muffled voice.

"You still say that your place is peaceful? You've only been away for a few days."

"An emergency." Lan En said, rubbing his head with a headache, "It's not a coincidence."

"But it's not wrong." The Crow Hunter's bird-beak mask looked into the corridor.

The cold and ruthless mask made more people tremble uncontrollably.

"It's really peaceful here to be scared by such a scene."

Even though Aretuza had experienced a night of rebellion and fighting, it was not at the same level as the miserable situation in Yharnam.

In the eyes of the Yharnam hunters, the performance of the people here was a little too weak.

"The kitten is very courageous. That horse. The only thing I can praise is its efficiency."

Irene added, looking down at the flannel ball.

It was the first time that the Elu cat saw the hunters of Yharnam last night. These completely different fighting skills and styles made it feel excited.

At this time, facing Irene's sight, although still standing on two feet, his throat also excitedly let out a low roar like a little tiger.

His body swayed and twisted like a cat and a bug, which was the subconscious action of a cat to adjust the center of gravity of the spine.

"Can we fight meow?!" The fluff ball asked expectantly, "I've seen your skills on the boss! But your fighting style is so different meow! It's fast and neat!"

"Maybe next time? There's no time this time."

Erin shrugged, and Henrik and Gascoigne nodded silently to Lan, pinching the brim of their hats.

Lan nodded in gratitude to them and patted the little head of the flannel ball.

After a light ring of the bell, the souls disappeared completely.