Chapter 380: 379 Fear the Blood of the Ancient God

Chapter 380: 379 Fear the Blood of the Ancient God

Chapter 380 379. Fear the blood of the ancient gods

The antlers of the white monster were trembling.

The pain of having the bones of the wrist smashed and the flesh torn 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.

Soft golden light rose up where it knelt, growing brighter and brighter.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Visible to the naked eye, the broken wrist where the wrist was missing 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 when it steps out.

At this time, Lan En put the Zhuoliu Great 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 didnt make any movement, but very suddenly, the white monster trembled spontaneously.

There was an uncomfortable growl in his throat, and the granulations on his wrists that were originally intertwined and growing suddenly straightened, and then shrank morbidly.

Before the golden light reached its maximum brightness, it collapsed and disappeared because Amelia could not maintain her spell-casting state.

Sure enough.

Lan Ens footsteps were heavy, and the sound of the plates colliding with each other was very oppressive.

In contrast, he had a tone that he had expected.

"What kind of lycanthropy? You are just the cursed people who have been caught by a large curse. Otherwise, [Curse Oil] would not have such an outstanding effect."

The huge dark sword body was shining with a layer of oily luster under the candlelight.

The Witcher's [Cursed Sword Oil] is specially used to deal with monsters such as werewolves that appear in the world because of being cursed.

Very targeted toxicity, which 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 using the fire paper Alfred gave him. 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 reflected.

The flame burning directly on the sword will destroy other attachments. Enchanting causes the enemy to spontaneously burn without affecting anything.

The intelligence analysis is completed and is being uploaded.

These prudent 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 become flexible, and the side effects that should have been prevented begin to spread.

It doesnt even have to be generation after generation. It seems that in the hands of founder Lawrence, they have already begun to violate the proverbs and use the blood of the ancient gods liberally.

Lan En didnt know that Amelias 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 Lawrences legacy.

No matter what, she did it.

She was a part of 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.

Youre 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. That would be too disgusting."

The wolf-headed monster with antlers didn't speak anymore, not even the murmur of "teacher" that he kept saying.

At this moment, the quiet and calm white monster really became sacred.

But for Lan En, you have to admit when you do something wrong.

If you dont recognize it, then if I see it, I will identify it for you.

".goodbye."

Bang!! Poof!

The big 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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