Chapter 379: 379. Revere the Ancient God’s Blood
The antlers of the white monster trembled incessantly.
The agony of having its bones shattered and flesh torn from the wrist was indescribable.
Yet it still managed to pull back its broken hand and the palm that clutched sothing tightly to its chest.
Kneeling on its bent legs, it seed to be praying for sothing.
A soft golden light began to rise from where it knelt, growing ever brighter.
Visibly, the stump of its lost wrist was quickly staunching the flow of blood, and bits of flesh seed to co alive, beginning to intertwine and grow.
Due to its massive size, a single step back from the monster was equivalent to a dozen steps for a human.
Lann now carried the Turbulent Flow Greatsword on his shoulder, walking towards Alia.
Neither hurried nor slowed, he behaved as if he didn’t notice the obviously supernatural golden light.
Lann made no sudden movents, yet abruptly, the white monster began trembling spontaneously.
With an uncomfortable groan in its throat, the flesh that was intertwining and growing on its wrist suddenly went rigid and then sickened, shriveling away.
The golden light dissipated before reaching its brightest point as Alia failed to maintain her casting state.
"Just as expected..."
Lann’s footsteps were heavy, the sound of the armor plates clashing ominously.
Opposing that was his tone, which carried the weight of foreknowledge.
"What beast transformation disease? You’re rely cursed souls entangled by a large curse. Otherwise, the [Oil of Curse] couldn’t possibly be this effective."
On that huge black blade, a layer of an oily sheen flickered under the candlelight.
The Demon Hunter’s [Curse Breaker Sword Oil] is specially used against werewolves and the like, monsters that exist in the world due to curses.
The highly targeted toxicity instead highlights the nature of the enemy.
The vast surface area of the Turbulent Flow allows these sword oils to enter the enemy’s body in large amounts with a single slash, causing destruction.
Alia is now poisoned.
Originally, Lann wanted to try the fire paper given by Alfred. After all, the matted fur of those beast transformations looked very flammable.
But compared to the enchantnts of the Magic World, the disadvantages of fire paper beca apparent.
The fla burning directly on the sword would destroy other coatings. The enchantnt causes the foe to combust spontaneously, thus not affecting anything.
"Analysis complete, uploading."
The stable voice of ntos echoed in his mind.
It summarized the combat style and considerations of the enormous monster.
Lann tapped his temple lightly with a finger, acknowledging the battle plan.
The monster that Alia had transford into, seeing its recovery magic interrupted, still clung tightly to the object in its hand.
One of its hands laid several ters away on the floor, while the other could only maintain a fist.
Its combat thods were now limited to an extrely narrow scope.
"Wooah!"
The holy white-furred beast smashed down with its only remaining hand, and Lann flickered away, leaving only a round ball in his place.
Alia’s fist crushed the ball, and with a ’boom’, a yellow-green mist abruptly exploded, the oily substance adhering to half of her body.
Alchemy Bomb—[Dragon’s Dream].
Lann realized that his opponent was utterly unfamiliar with its beastform body, let alone halting in ergencies. So he simply did not even light it; Alia herself would help him shatter the bomb.
The hand sign of his left hand beca ready, and with a snap of his fingers, Chaos Magic Power spontaneously generated a spark, igniting the yellow-green mist.
"Boom!"
A roaring fla instantly ignited half of the monster’s body in a conflagration!
The poisoning combined with the burning were both significant negative states.
The white monster writhed and howled in distress.
And as the blaze spread across it and the toxin penetrated deeper, its struggles grew weaker.
Until finally, it lay weakly on the ground, unable even to hold onto that object it so desperately clutched.
A golden pendant rolled from its beast claw to Lann’s feet.
The Demon Hunter bent down to pick it up, brushing off the blood from the pendant, whispering the engraving softly.
"Revere the Ancient God’s Blood."*2
The Demon Hunter’s voice mingled with an oddly hoarse voice, uttering the words.
Lann’s feline eyes lifted slightly, gazing at the white beast, which seed to have accepted its fate, becoming calmly serene.
"That’s an ancient saying from the Byron Vis era, a warning passed down through the Healing Church for generations... teacher... Lawrence..."
Lann was about to ask more, but it seed that Alia’s consciousness could only hold on this long, afterwards it kept uttering regretful calls for its teacher.
Also the founder of the Healing Church, Lawrence.
This mantra, passed down through generations, clearly expressed caution in handling the Ancient God’s Blood, yet the Healing Church nowadays has promoted blood healing not for the first ti.
When Old Yan’an was destroyed, they might have had a chance to halt the trend of [Blood Healing]. But they did not, instead promoting [Blood Healing] again to New Yan’an.
Those careful, righteous visions at the founding always get mixed with desire and greed through the generations.
Then rules and boundaries beco ’flexible,’ and the negative effects ant to be guarded against begin to spread.
They didn’t even need ’generations,’ seemingly right in the hands of founder Lawrence, they already began violating mantras, extensively using the Ancient God’s Blood.
Lann didn’t know if Alia continued promoting blood healing after succeeding out of intellectual curiosity as a researcher or due to inheriting and upholding teacher Lawrence’s legacy.
Either way, she did what she did.
The spread of the beast transformation plague, people’s dependency on blood healing, she played a role in it.
While Lann was displeased with the xenophobia and arrogance of Yan Nan people, he was more displeased by how church mbers treated an entire city’s population as experintal cases for the knowledge within Ancient God’s Blood.
"You perford reasonably well."
Lann said calmly.
The massive sword stopped above the neck of the antlered wolf-headed beast. Aid precisely, this stroke would swiftly end its suffering.
"At least, you didn’t struggle so disgracefully in the end, nor did you portray yourself as a harbinger of justice laden with sin... that would be too disgusting."
The antlered, wolf-headed beast did not speak again; even the murmured calls of ’teacher’ ceased.
At this mont, the serenely white beast truly transford into sothing sacred.
But for Lann, a mistake requires acknowledgnt.
If you don’t acknowledge it, then when I see it, I will help you acknowledge it.
"... Farewell."
"Bang!!! Squelch!"
The great sword chopped down cleanly and sharply, leaving thick, dark, fan-shaped remnants in the air.
The monster’s neck spurted blood from the wound, splashing from the center of the church hall to the corner of the wall.
The church returned to a silent and solemn place.
And on that altar where Alia had prayed, sothing that Lann had not noticed began to glow.
It was an enormous skull, its mouth elongated to the extent of being nearly lupine.
A skull of a highly beast-transford patient.
On the top of this skull was a large crack made from having been struck, its cause of death, and the origin of the light.
Lann cautiously approached the glowing skull...
Reviews
All reviews (0)