Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1456 1428. Dissipated
Tishaya was so depressed that she almost collapsed.

Lan En could feel that what she said, 'I haven't cut the blood vessels in my wrists yet', was really just one step away.

This powerful and ancient sorceress has become extremely fragile mentally.

Viggofortz cannot use magic to defeat an opponent like Tissaia, but he can use many methods to destroy such an opponent.

This is why Vigfortz only felt troubled by Philippa Eilhart before.

Because Philippa is not only as good as him in magic, but also a ruthless power-seeker. For the sake of her ambition, she can give up many things and become extremely sharp.

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

You can destroy them without having to face their terrifying magic.

If you drag things into a rhythm controlled by the brain and emotions, the strength of magical power will not be important.

The current state of Tishaya is proof that Viggofortz is almost successful.

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

It was not just the few great wizards who gathered at the Gastang Palace for a meeting at that time.

Tishaya, who was forcibly suppressed by Lan En, finally calmed down a little from her nearly insane mood.

Among those who wanted to go upstairs at the gate of Loshar Palace, half were Redanians under Dijkstra, and the other half were actually people from Gos Velen City Hall.

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

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

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

Even the calm seas at shipping ports are due to the sorceresses' control of the weather.

The people at City Hall were truly afraid that something might happen to Aretusa, especially in a world where things were visibly collapsing.

Finally, Lan En stepped in and persuaded them to return.

In fact, they didn't have to come in to check the situation. It was just that they were frightened by Tishaya's madness before. They were afraid that there was no one alive in Aretusa, so they were anxious to go in and confirm the situation.

And Lan, a very recognizable and prestigious person, appeared before them with a rational and calm demeanor to explain and make requests. They only hesitated for a moment and then simply left.

Aretuza sealed the gate.

The people in the city of Gos Velen could only watch anxiously, and they could only guess what happened in this academy that determined the fate of the city.

Rumors are rampant.

A day ago, people were watching with hope.

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

In this age of contempt, ordinary humans are everywhere and can only go with the flow.

The ordinary humans of Gos Velen place their sense of security and hope on the warlocks.

And when they looked at Thaned Island early this morning, they knew that their hope and sense of security had become like rootless duckweed in this world.

At the famous fair, missionaries preached the mercy and justice of God and the evil and inevitable defeat of wizards in a more intense tone than ever before.

But today, many people began to stop seriously and stopped whispering back in a joking tone.

The two towers that fell on Thanedd Island seemed to have hit people's hearts.

As a result, the missionaries who received feedback from the masses 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, like a mute button, a gloomy temperament passed in front of the preacher's podium where a lot of people had gathered.

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

He was wearing a black windbreaker, a black wide-brimmed hat, and hanging on his body a huge axe that even a lumberjack couldn't use.

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

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

As if speaking in an academic discussion, the tall weirdo asked from a makeshift podium made of three wooden boxes.

"Is this what your god claims to you? Or have you actually seen your god?"

This was not a malicious question or ridicule. The missionary could tell that he was asking sincerely.

But this is even more ridiculous and absurd!

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

He murmured hesitantly in his throat but nothing came out.

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

The missionary wanted to scold the heckler.

He even wanted to take advantage of the incident at Aretuza to cause panic and uncertainty among the people of Gos Velen, and incite the crowd to attack the questioner.

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

Whether it is how those people think of themselves or how society perceives these people's identities, they will all change accordingly.

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

But when the missionaries wanted to do this.
Gascoigne adjusted the brim of his hat slightly, tilted his head, and looked at the preacher through his covered eyes.

Suddenly, the missionary felt a faint stench entering his nostrils.

The stench was so intense that it made him feel physically uncomfortable. It was like the stench of spoiled blood, but also like the sweet smell of fresh blood, only thicker and more heterogeneous.

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

The stench of blood was so permeating that it almost rushed into my nostrils and then surged up to my brain!

The thick smell of blood was totally unbearable for the missionary, and he bent over and vomited violently.

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

As he bent over to vomit, his body tilted backwards, causing the wooden boxes piled up at his feet to fall into a heap.

The people who were originally prepared to listen to the will of God and wanted to find some hope and sustenance in this contemptuous era looked at the missionaries in confusion.

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

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

The hunters of Yharnam have killed too many beasts at night, and their weapons cannot be cleaned no matter what.

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The blood of the beastman has seeped into every corner of the metal and machinery, even the inside.

Just now, it was just that the stench of the wild beast could not be concealed.

Gascoigne followed the directions given by Gerd and Berengar and walked all the way to the gate of Aretuza.

Two demon hunters plus a Yharnam hunter, the manpower that attacked the workshop area last night was not enough for them.

Although Gascoigne didn't carry many mercury bullets due to the soul projection, his axe alone was powerful enough.

The Yharnam hunters' ability to dodge quickly and seize opportunities may seem more terrifying to ordinary people than ghostly spirits.

Just as Gerd had pointed out, it was too easy to find Aretuza in Goth Velen.

The city’s main road is simply the entrance to the college.

Gascoigne didn't know what a magic academy was like, he just hoped it wasn't a place like the Choir in Yharnam where they studied the arcane.

Fortunately, when Gascoigne passed some kind of test and entered directly, he only saw some very recent signs of damage.

But overall it is neither bloody or eerie, nor disgusting or bizarre.

Gascoigne looked calm as he stepped over the body of a Scoia'tael whose side was slashed by a knife as if he were stepping over a staircase.

His soul body has become translucent and will return 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 kittens of three colors spoke human language, held their helmets, and looked up to confirm carefully.

Gascoigne nodded a little dazedly.

The fluff ball jumped for joy. "Then come with me. The boss is waiting for you, meow! There are two other powerful hunters too! Are you that kind of hunter, meow?"

As he spoke, the fluffy ball began to run on all fours lively, with Gascoigne following behind.

When they reached a corridor in the building, the fluffy ball stopped trotting on all fours, stood up in the last few steps, put its two little paws in front of it, walked to Lan En, and was touched on the head.

And Irene and Henrik were already talking nearby.

"I just wanted to say hello before I leave."

Gascoigne said.

He looked into the corridor and saw many injured people lying there, looking at this place with some shock.

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

"You still say that everything is peaceful here? It's only been a few days since you left."

"An emergency." Lan En rubbed his head with a headache, "What a coincidence."

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

The cold and ruthless mask made more people tremble uncontrollably.

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

Even though Aretuza had experienced a night of rebellion and fighting, its plight was not on the same level as Yharnam's.

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

"The kitten is very courageous. As for the horse, the only thing I can praise is its efficiency."

Erin added, looking down at the ball of flannel.

Last night, Felyn saw the hunters of Yharnam for the first time. These completely different fighting skills and styles made it feel very excited.

At this moment, facing Irene's gaze, although he was still standing on two feet, his throat excitedly let out a low roar like a little tiger.

The body sways and twists like a cat or a bug, which is the cat's subconscious movement to adjust the center of gravity of the spine.

"Can we have a fight, meow?!" the fluff ball asked expectantly, "I've seen your skills on the boss! But your fighting style is so different, meow! So quick and neat!"

"Maybe next time? We don't have time this time."

Irene shrugged, and Henrik and Gascoigne nodded to Lane silently, pinching the brims of their hats.

Lan nodded in gratitude to them and patted the flannel ball's head.

After a slight ringing of the bell, the souls disappeared completely.

(End of this chapter)