Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1308 1280. Surge
The eyes of scholars and clergymen burned with the flame of knowledge, which was no hotter than the candles they held in their hands.

And when Lawrence placed the teeth of the bone saw on the skinny body of the Kos orphan, the surgical instrument, which was more sophisticated and sharper than the hunter's weapon, easily scratched the skin on the corpse that would not resist.

A drop of blood seeped out from under the gray skin and mixed with the disgusting mucus on the skin of the Kos orphan.

The blood red and grayish white mixed with the texture of mucus, turning into a chaotic and disgusting color.

But the Yharnam people don't care about color, they care about blood!

Almost at that moment, a drop of blood oozed out from under the skin of the Kos orphan.

"Suck~"*N
Involuntary gasps sounded simultaneously throughout the cathedral.

The clergy, scholars, and the scattered hunters who came to watch the ceremony
They all raised their necks in ecstasy, their bodies even trembling, as if they smelled some indescribable wonderful scent and were deeply intoxicated by it.

And at the same time, the eyes of those hunters and clergymen were all slightly red.

The surgical process and the rigor of academic research no longer mattered after this drop of blood seeped out.

Even the most rational scholar felt an uncontrollable impulse in his heart at this moment.

——Let the blood in this corpse boil!
Flow out!
Let more blood flow!

Miklash, who originally wanted to stop Lawrence, now put down the small scalpel in his hand and picked up the bone saw from his set of surgical tools.

Lawrence was breathing heavily under his hood. He seemed eager, but also seemed a little powerless due to physical reasons.

So he almost laid his entire upper body on the stone table, used his weight to press down the bone saw, and struggled to cut downwards from the thoracic vertebrae of the Kos orphan!

The blood of the Son of God began to flow and even spurt out violently.

For the people of Yharnam, there is no smell more charming than this one.

Miklash also began to cut up the bodies of the Kos orphans with a bone saw.

He chose to start cutting from the pubic area of ​​the lower body.

The dead Son of God's body was being cut into pieces by a bone saw.

The sawing sounds of steel and bone overlapped in the empty and echoing cathedral.

It was enough to make a normal person's teeth ache, but the people of Yharnam only found it pleasant to the ear.

The flames and firelight were swaying, the sweet smell of blood was getting stronger, and the red in the eyes of the people present was getting stronger.

At first, people were just breathing in the air intoxicatedly, but soon, the sweet smell made them no longer satisfied.

People began to wheeze and breathe heavily, and they didn't care even if their saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths to their chins.

They all felt as if they had heard something, that knowledge, that profound knowledge about the ancient gods, about the superiors, about the ocean and the starry sky.

It is because the corpse before their eyes was being peeled off layer by layer and revealed in front of them, and was absorbed and understood by their brains.

A wonderful feeling of satisfaction filled everyone's heart.

Hunters are intoxicated by blood, while scholars and clergy are fascinated by profound knowledge.

The only one left was German, who was standing against the pillar of the cathedral.

The shadow under the brim of the old hunter's hat drifted in the flickering firelight, but he seemed to be asleep and did not move.

But no reaction may be the best case scenario.

Because in Yharnam, obtaining that magical blood and profound knowledge all comes with a price.

“Ahhh! Ahhh!!!”

The roars that rose one after another were roared out unconsciously by the people in the cathedral.

The person who was yelling didn't know what he had done, and the people around him acted as if they didn't hear anything.

On the few hunters present, something began to stir and crawl under their sturdy windbreakers, pushing up the fabric of the windbreakers.

No one noticed these situations. They were still staring at the body of the Son of God on the stone table in fascination.

Even Lawrence, one of the two people closest to the stone table, began to radiate completely abnormal heat, even distorting the air around his body, but no one noticed.

The robe that symbolized the archbishop's appearance began to turn yellow from its originally pure white fabric.

It's not that it's dirty, but the fibers of the fabric are being almost carbonized by the heat!

And the robe was changing from burnt yellow to burning black!

Crazy, weird, absurd.
The blood and knowledge of the ancient gods have never been so close to humans.

But the humans who are addicted to it have not realized one problem - are they really ready to bear all this blood and knowledge?
German stood up from the pillar he was leaning against and walked out of the cathedral as if he had seen nothing.

And behind him, it seemed that all the weirdness caused by the autopsy of the Kos orphans had reached a limit.

At the moment when Lawrence, already panting heavily, desperately used a hammer to knock open the orphan's head,
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There seemed to be a sudden silence in the cathedral, which had fallen into collective frenzy.

The hunters who had lost their human form under their windbreakers, the scholars and clergy who looked normal but whose minds were confused by knowledge, and even Miklash and Lawrence who performed the autopsy themselves, all seemed to have returned to normal thinking at this moment.

They realized what they had done and what they had become.

The originally psychedelic and crazy eyes turned into fear and resistance.

But it is already late.

They woke up for a moment but only for a moment.

In a split second, they had lost the basis of being "human" and their thoughts were immediately shattered.

"Ow!!!"

A deafening roar suddenly sounded after a moment of silence!
The luxurious and majestic cathedral was trembling under the overlapping roars.

No, listen carefully, this is far more than just the roar in the cathedral!

The strange cries of crows and the barking of wild dogs were mixed in with the inhuman roars.

The direction from which the roar came was
Lawrence, who still managed to maintain a little sanity, looked towards the cathedral gate in horror and despair.

That's the whole of Yharnam!

But then, even though Lawrence was one of the two most knowledgeable people present, and had been dedicated to the study of ancient gods since the time of Byron Weiss.

He has been immersed in the process of studying this knowledge and conducting experiments on blood for too long and is no longer a mortal.

But at this moment he also felt his vision blurring and his field of vision rising.

He knew that at this moment his pupils had probably disintegrated like a broken egg yolk.

With a "boom", Lawrence only felt his body burning hot and the left side of his body was very heavy.

He had no choice but to subconsciously use his left hand to support the stone table in front of him in a daze, and barely managed to stand steady.

But when he saw his hand supporting the stone table, he realized that the Orphan of Kos was three meters tall and was lying on the stone table. And now when he put his palm on it, it covered the entire upper body of the Orphan of Kos!
What on earth have I become?!

Lawrence was blind and dazed.

But at this moment, in the chaos, a figure in a bachelor's gown suddenly picked up a bone saw, and with skills no less than that of an ordinary hunter, he made a quick decision with a "swish"!
The orphan of Kos was cut off from the waist, which was not covered by Lawrence's hand!

Then he picked up the lower body of the Son of God and ran out!

The bachelor's robe fluttered in the air, and the man holding the lower half of the Son of God's body had an expression on his face like a drug-addicted drug addict who suddenly got the key to the anesthetic powder warehouse!
"Mikola lost!!!"

The vague roar that came out of his mouth made Lawrence himself feel scared.

But he still angrily and loudly shouted the name of the person who stole half of the Son of God's body!
He knew it! This Byron Weiss scholar, who also deviated from Master William's academic philosophy but did not join his healing church, must have his own set of things!

A set of academic philosophies that are different from those of Byron Weiss and the Healing Church!
The result of this academic philosophy had no impact on him even if he personally participated in the dissection of the orphans of Coase!

Even now, he still has the energy to take away the half body of the Kos orphan!

But no!

That half body of the Son of God is what heals the Church!

The sacred blood must not be shed!

And it must never be known that the clergy can turn into wild beasts!

Since Lawrence founded the Healing Church, why have the people of Yharnam become more and more devoted to this emerging church?
The biggest reason is that they have mastered the technology and source of [Blood Healing], and - no clergy has ever turned into a beast!

This is the biggest basis for the Healing Church to claim that [Blood Therapy] can cure everything, even the ancient beast disease in the Yharnam region!
Without this basis, the Healing Church will be destroyed!
"Kill him! Brado!"

Lawrence's hands should now be called claws.

He covered his head with his claws in pain, and an unclear roar came out of his deformed throat.

He called out to his friend, his own hunter.

Brad is not the strongest hunter, but he is the hunter Lawrence trusts the most.

"Kill all the people who know about this! Everyone! And Wuaaa!"

And kill me!

Let humans reach the heights of the ancient gods through the path of blood. For this ideal, the Healing Church must stand firm!
By the end, Lawrence was completely unable to speak, and could only roar in pain.

He didn't know where his hunter friend was now, but he just shouted.

This was the last thing he could do, and it was also his final request.

And after the last roar mixed with humanity.
Thick and hot lava, like a wave, mixed with flames, surged out of the cathedral and flowed down the mountain!

The night of hunting that destroyed all of Old Yharnam began.

(End of this chapter)