Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1307 1279. The Orphan of Kos

The Church's First Hunter, the Glorious Ludwig, personally carried the spoils of this great hunt and walked up the steps to the cathedral under the guidance of Archbishop Lawrence.

The superposition of identities and the significance of this action almost give this scene under the huge full moon a strong religious atmosphere.

The church door burst open.

There were already many clergymen gathered there, as well as scholars wearing Byron Weiss bachelor's robes who followed Miklash in betraying Master William's academic ideas.

They all had solemn expressions, but their eyes were looking at the big bag in Ludwig's arms with fanatical and eagerness.

As Ludwig moved forward, the cathedral's pulpit had long been dismantled.

At this time, the sculpture that was supposed to be behind the preaching table was exposed without any obstruction.

——A headless female angel is holding a bottle and pouring liquid down, as if she wants to use the liquid in the bottle to save the world.

But now, there is no person under the mouth of the sculpture.

Instead, it was a cold, large stone table.

"Put it here, Ludwig, gently. What's wrong with you? I'm talking to you."

Lawrence reminded him again tirelessly, but the [First Hunter of the Church] had a strange expression on his face.

It was as if he wanted to concentrate but couldn't do it because of physiological problems.

This was not a normal situation for Ludwig.

But with Lawrence's repeated instructions, he finally completed the handover smoothly.

He placed the large waterproof bag on the stone table, then he covered his forehead with his hands and took a step back.

"What's wrong with you?" Lawrence turned around and asked again. Behind the archbishop, many clergymen and scholars had gathered around the table.

In everyone's eyes, the thirst for knowledge was as strong as fire, but because this thing was too important, they did not bypass Lawrence and go straight to it.

Ludwig shook his head vigorously, but then found that he still couldn't concentrate, so he sighed.

"I don't know. I just had a blood treatment on the way back. But ever since I killed the beast, I've always felt something was wrong."

The Glorious Church Hunter looked at his hand in confusion. In the past, this hand had absolute precision and stability, but now...
"Give me a few more blood bottles, Lawrence. I need to get back to rest."

Still believing that [Blood Therapy] could cure everything, Ludwig just thought that this filthy beast had some special means that could affect him after death.

In this regard, he looked at Gehman who was standing silently beside him, and could only sigh that the [First Hunter] was experienced and steady after all.

During the hunt, he obviously gave up the final glorious blow and even stepped aside, which allowed him to succeed and end the battle.

Ludwig did not blame Germann for withdrawing at that time, because the hunt must always have an end, and someone must deliver the final blow.

Since someone has to do this, there is nothing unreasonable about that person being myself.

He is willing to take these risks as long as it can help more people.

Lawrence's attention was now completely attracted by the things on the stone table, so he took out five or six blood bottles from under his wide robe, handed them to Ludwig, and let him go without paying any more attention.

So Ludwig, the glorious church hunter, walked against the flow of people outside the cathedral in this religious occasion.

His steps seemed unsteady.

German, this seemingly non-confrontational old man who was only invited temporarily because of his special power and status, was standing in the corner of the cathedral with a very low sense of presence.

He leaned his back against the stone pillar and lowered the brim of his bowler hat.

Although he was in the cathedral, he seemed to care nothing about what was happening in the center of the church.

A large group of clergy and scholars gathered around the stone table, holding incense and candles.

They illuminated most of the cathedral at night, except for the corners where German was standing, where the darkness was even darker.

People with curiosity in their eyes made way.

Archbishop Lawrence of the Healing Church and Miklash, the leader of this group of scholars, walked to the position closest to the stone table.

The two of them were also recognized as the most knowledgeable and competent scholars present for this research.

The two men stood on both sides of the stone table. Miklash then noticed that the archbishop's robe on Lawrence seemed to be wrapped more tightly than before.

I couldn't see his face clearly, and even his hands were tucked into his wide sleeves.

But it doesn't matter.

Miklash shook his head. He didn't care about anything now. He only cared about the things on the stone table.

This great child of the Supreme Being!

The two of them worked together to open the waterproof bag layer by layer. Finally, the contents of the bag were fully revealed as everyone in the cathedral held their breath.

It was indeed the corpse of a humanoid creature.

But the outline is only similar to a human figure.

He was extremely skinny, with the outline of his bones clearly visible. He was not only thin but also tall, about three meters tall.

The joints have characteristics of marine life, such as fish fins.

There is a special mucus on the gray skin, like a baby just born from the mother's body, with a bald head.

On the back, there are two pieces of skin connected to the left and right shoulder blades that look like a cloak or wings.

The information from the Healing Church clearly stated that this was an orphan left behind by the superiors, but on His face, He looked like the oldest person.

There is a lonely expression on the wrinkled face.

It's like a hurt child who gets no response or protection from his mother no matter how much he calls out and makes a noise.

This expression looked strange and extremely painful on this old face.

"The Great God Kos, also known as Cosmo."

Faced with such an ugly, even grotesque corpse, Miklash lowered his head in obsession, as if he wanted to stick his eyes on it, and muttered to himself.

"This is the child He has always dreamed of!"

"This is us too" Lawrence's look of obsession was equal to Miklash's, he then said, "Dream child!"

Lawrence's fingers protruded a little from his sleeves, and he gently and delicately stroked the body of the Kos orphan, as if he was touching a delicate and fragile work of art.

It's just that the knuckles seem a little too thin and long.

Lawrence panted and turned his head to the side, saying, "Surgical tools! Quick!"

The panting sound didn't seem to be caused by excitement, but more like physical reasons.

But the Archbishop of the Healing Church who developed the panacea "Blood Therapy" actually had health problems?

In Yharnam, no one would listen if you told this as a joke.

But at this moment, no one cared about anything except the corpse.

The surgical tools that had been prepared long ago were handed over to Lawrence and Miklash.

Miklash was still following the procedure, organizing instruments such as tweezers, scalpels, and vascular clamps. At the same time, he took deep breaths and suppressed his excitement in order to conduct the research without any mistakes.

But then, Miklash was surprised to see Lawrence, who was opposite the stone table, had already picked up tools such as bone saw and hammer!
"Wait, Lawrence. What do you want to do?"

Miklash asked, frowning.

"We should study His surface tissue first. Those things are used to break open the body and open the inside of the body. Disturbing the order will..."

Biological dissection does not mean simply tearing an organism into pieces.

The corpse of the Son of God is the most precious experimental material in the world. It may even be the most important experimental material for Yharnam in the foreseeable hundreds or thousands of years.

Every organ, every blood vessel, and every inch of His skin is worthy of scholars setting up a special subject and investing a lot of talent and energy in it.

Therefore, even in dissection, we need to follow the steps and sequence, from the simplest to the most complex. Record one layer and dissect one layer.

If we rashly take them all apart, who will be able to tell what they were originally like?

Lawrence is the most outstanding scholar at Byron Weiss and one of Master William's most valued students. Why would he do such an unprofessional and even stupid thing?
But the archbishop, who wrapped himself tightly, did not let Miklash finish his words and interrupted him directly.

He held a bone saw, the teeth of which were sharper and stronger than those of ordinary hunters' weapons, and had already placed them on the thoracic vertebrae of the Kos orphan.

"The knowledge of the higher beings! The secrets of the ancient gods are here! We don't have time. Aren't you curious?"

From beneath the hood of Lawrence's robe came his tiny, paranoid murmurs, which echoed in the cathedral.

Lawrence once was willing to go against the academic philosophy of his teacher, Master William, and start his own healing church.

During that last conversation with the teacher, he remained neither humble nor arrogant, and remained rational and calm.

He did not think that it was a betrayal for two scholars to part ways because of different academic ideas, so he could have the final conversation with his teacher calmly, and the atmosphere was even good at that time.

But now, this scholar who used to remain calm and rational in the face of his teacher's accusations, now looks like a drug addict. How is he any different?

In other words, everyone in this cathedral now is no different from him.

(End of this chapter)