The antlers of the white monster were trembling.
The pain of having the bones of the wrist smashed and the flesh torn off was simply indescribable.
But it still reluctantly retracted the severed hand and the palm that had been holding something to its chest.
Kneeling on the ground with bent legs, as if praying for something.
The soft golden light rose from where it knelt, growing brighter and brighter.
Visible to the naked eye, the fracture of the missing wrist was rapidly stopping bleeding, and some granulations seemed to be alive and began to grow entangled with each other.
Because of the huge size of the monster, it can take up to ten steps of a human in just one step.
Lan En now put the Turbid Current Sword on his shoulder and walked towards Amelia.
Not in a hurry, as if he didn't see the obviously supernatural golden light.
Lan En didn’t make any movement, but very suddenly, the white monster trembled spontaneously.
There was an uncomfortable growl in the throat, and the granulations on the wrists that were originally intertwined and growing suddenly straightened, and then shrank pathologically.
Before the golden light reached its maximum brightness, it collapsed and disappeared because Amelia could not maintain her spell-casting state.
"Sure enough"
Lan En's footsteps were heavy, and the sound of plates colliding with each other was very oppressive.
In contrast, it was the tone that he had expected.
"What kind of lycanthropy you are, you are just cursed people entangled by a large curse. Otherwise, the cursed oil would not have such an outstanding effect."
In that huge The dark sword body was shining with a layer of oily luster under the candlelight.
The Demon Hunter's Cursor Sword Oil is specially used to deal with werewolves and other monsters that appear in the world because of being cursed.
The very targeted toxicity, in turn, illustrates the nature of the enemy.
The huge surface area of the turbid current allows a large amount of sword oil to enter the enemy's body in one slash, causing damage.
Amelia is now poisoned.
Originally, Lan En wanted to try the fire paper given to him by Alfred. After all, the dry and thick hair of lycanthropes seems to catch fire easily.
However, compared to the enchantments in the magical world, the shortcomings of fire paper are now revealed.
The flame burning directly on the sword will destroy other attachments. Enchanting causes enemies to spontaneously burn without affecting anything.
"The intelligence analysis is completed and is being uploaded."
Mentos' steady voice sounded in his mind.
It summarizes the way this giant monster fights, and what to pay attention to.
Lan En tapped his temple on his side with his finger, approving the combat process.
The monster turned into by Amelia saw that his recovery spell was interrupted., but still clutching the thing in his hand.
Now one of its hands is lying on the floor more than ten meters away, and it can only maintain the posture of a fist.
For it, the way of fighting has been limited to a very small range.
"Ouch"
The holy white-haired beast smashed it down with his only remaining hand. Lan En dodged away in an instant, leaving only a round sphere in place. .
Amelia’s fist crushed the sphere, and a yellow-green mist suddenly exploded with a bang, and the greasy substance adhered to half of its body.
Alchemy Bomb Dragon Dream.
Lan En could see that the opponent was not familiar with his animal body at all, let alone stopping in an emergency. So he simply didn't even do the work of igniting it, and Amelia would help him hammer the bomb away.
After making the fingerprints of his left hand, with a snap of his fingers, the chaotic magic generated a spark out of thin air, which exploded on the yellow-green mist.
"Boom"
The explosive flames instantly set fire to half of the monster's body
Poisoning and burning, both are serious enough negative status.
The white monster was writhing and wailing in pain.
And as the fire expanded on its body and the toxins penetrated deeper, its struggle became increasingly weak.
Until the end, it was weak and paralyzed on the ground, unable to move, and could no longer even hold the thing it had been holding on to.
A gold pendant rolled out of its claws and reached Lan En's feet.
The witcher bent down to pick it up, brushed off the blood on the pendant with his fingers, and softly read the motto engraved on it.
"Awe of the blood of the ancient gods." The demon hunter's voice overlapped with a strange and hoarse voice, and he read out.
Lan En's cat eyes gently raised and looked at the white monster that seemed to have accepted its fate and became calm and calm.
"That is a motto that has been handed down since the days of Baron Weiss. It is the admonition teacher of the Healing Church, Mr. Lawrence."
Lan originally wanted to ask something more, but It seemed that Amelia's consciousness could only last so far, and she kept calling her teacher repeatedly in a regretful tone.
Also the founder of the Healing Church, Lawrence.
This motto passed down from generation to generation clearly expresses the need to treat the blood of the ancient gods with caution, but this is not the first time that the Healing Church has promoted blood therapy.
They had a chance to stop the bleeding trend when Old Yharnam was destroyed. But they didn't, and instead promoted blood therapy to Xinyanan again.
These cautious and legitimate visions at the beginning will always be mixed with desire and greed in the passing of generations.
Then the rules and bottom lines became flexible, and the side effects that should have been prevented began to spread.
It doesn’t even take one generation, it seemsIn the hands of founder Lawrence, they had already begun to violate the maxims and use the blood of the ancient gods wantonly.
Lan En didn’t know that Amelia’s continued promotion of blood therapy after taking over was out of her own desire to discover as a researcher. It is still the inheritance and persistence of teacher Lawrence’s legacy.
No matter what, she did it.
She has a share in the spread of the beastly plague and people's reliance on blood therapy.
Although Lan En was unhappy with the xenophobia and arrogance of the Yharnam people, he was even more unhappy with these church members treating the entire city as experimental cases for the sake of the knowledge contained in the blood of the ancient gods.
"You're doing pretty well."
Lan En said calmly.
The huge sword blade stopped at the top of the antlered wolf's neck. After taking aim, this sword would end its pain neatly.
"At least, you didn't struggle so ugly in the end, and you didn't package yourself as a messenger of justice who bears sin, which would be too disgusting."
A wolf head with antlers. The monster didn't speak anymore, not even the murmur that he kept talking about the teacher.
At this moment, the quiet and calm white monster really became sacred.
But for Lan En, he has to admit when he has done something wrong.
If you don’t recognize it, then I’ll recognize it for you if I see it.
"Goodbye."
"Boom"
The sword slashed down cleanly, leaving a thick black fan-shaped afterimage in the air.
The monster's neck spurted blood from the wound, splattering from the center of the church hall to the corners.
The church returned to a silent and solemn place.
On the altar where Amelia was praying, something that Lan En hadn't noticed just now began to shine.
It was a huge skull, and its mouth had been elongated to the point of being almost that of a wolfdog.
The skull of a highly animalistic patient.
There is a large crack on the top of the skull, which is both the cause of its death and the location where the light emits.
Lan En tentatively walked towards the glowing skull
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