A man who had never been seen in Yanan walked into the cathedral of the Healing Church.

The church agents who were praying here did not seem to be surprised at all.

On this night, anything strange is possible, and there is no need to be surprised.

Lan En looked at the white-robed woman who turned around.

She had white hair, a thin build, and a blood-stained bandage around her wrists. It is very different from the image of the pope who has the power in most people's minds.

Lane once saw a portrait of Archbishop of the Eternal Flame, Cyrus Hermelfat, at Goth Willen's Market.

The portrait of that guy is stripped of the solemnity and majesty highlighted by the painting technique, and looks like a fat pig who overindulges in the sea and eats and drinks.

But the painting was sold for fifty Oren.

And Amelia looked like an ordinary woman who came helplessly to pray in front of the statue.

But Lane was well aware—

A helpless ordinary woman would not be so calm when a strong man drew his sword and walked towards her.

The eyes under the pure white hood looked at Lane.

The witcher's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stopped.

In this smoky cathedral. Now out of thin air there is a stench of bestialized patients!

Amelia's bones began to twist abnormally, and the bones were violently deformed in her body, even protruding one bulge after another on her robe!

Pain followed, and Amelia's eyes rolled up uncontrollably.

At that moment, the witcher smacked his mouth.

"Tsk, it's a strange thing."

At this moment, the bestiality was brought under control.

It's just that it's not in the direction of 'healing' that it's controlled, but the power of beasthood is controlled!

This is a phenomenon that Lenn has never seen, and Henrik has never mentioned—artificially controlling the process of bestiality!

Sure enough, the Healing Church has researched something wonderful in countless cases.

Above the eyeballs of the ecclesiastical agents, the eyelids below the pupils, a symbol resembling the claws of an abstract beast stand out.

If you don't roll your eyes, the symbol should always be buried under your eyeball.

The deformed larynx let out a deafening scream.

The skin was finally torn apart by the deformation of the bones, the thick animalistic hair emerged from the body, and the hind legs became reflex joints

The blood splattered from the skin being torn apart by the bones was even sprayed all the way to the walls of the church hall.

Eventually, when Lan En lowered the arm that stood in front of his eyes, preventing blood from staining his eyes.

In front of him was a huge white-haired monster with forked antlers and a wolf-like face.

The pure white robe that Amelia used to wear has now become a blindfold for monsters.

Under the reflection of the faint candle flame in the church, the pure white monster even had a sense of heterogeneous sacredness.

One of its paws clutched something to its chest.

This was the first time Len had witnessed a beast transformed from a clergyman.

A tiny body curled up that swelled into a monster that could swallow an entire person in the blink of an eye, and he had never seen it before.

Werewolf deformation and bestiality patients have a much milder onset than that.

The canine-like pant made the beast's black nose moisten.

And with it, through the gaps between its sharp teeth, the breath brought out the stench of beast that had spread from its internal organs.

With a soft click, the witch closed the sword of the Lake Maiden, which had just been pushed out of its scabbard.

"I kind of understand how the difference between the weapons of church hunters and ordinary hunters came about."

Lan En muttered to himself.

The fighting style of the normal hunter is swift acceleration, coupled with transforming weapons.

Church hunters, on the other hand, tend to hunt with heavier, larger and heavier weapons.

The choice of tactics of a hunter always depends on the type of prey.

The studded leather gloves reached for the alchemy leather bag on the back of the waist, and most of the arms went deep in, grabbing something.

And the white monster in front of him directly slapped Lan En on the head with the beast claws that were enough to hold a person entirely!

Dodging sideways, although the pace in the [Ninja Moves Book] is not as swift and crisp as the hunters, it is also neat enough to dodge the attack.

The claws of a man slammed into the marble church floor, and the precious and solid stone immediately cracked into cobweb-like lines.

In the cracks where the stones were cracked, large clouds of smoke and dust were shaken out by the force of the slap and floated in the air.

A few pieces of rubble turned into shotshots and shot in all directions.

Lan En had just a piece in front of him, but the young man didn't even blink an eye.

The rubble slammed into a golden barrier in midair, and the chaos magic crackled under pressure, but it was still far from shattering.

As Lan's body continues to grow, so does the quality of his Chaos Mana.

Now his [Quinn Fa Seal] can withstand ordinary bows and crossbows at close range, and should be able to hold two or three shots.

The white-haired monster slapped the air, and then wanted to withdraw his hand and attack.

But at the same time, Lan En's arm also grabbed something and pulled it out of the alchemy leather bag.

Amelia didn't even have time to see what it was.

It only saw a huge black shadow, leaving a fan-shaped trail in the air

'Boom!! ’

"Whew!!"

Pain precedes sight, and Amelia's mournful wails echo endlessly in the church!

Huge black blades slashed down from top to bottom.

It literally 'smashed' off the monster's deformed wrist!

The sluggish blade first shattered the wrist bone, and then, with tremendous force and inertia, ripped off the skin and flesh above the bone!

The monster's wrist was severed on the ground, and the mixture of flesh and bone fell far from the marble floor.

And that big sword.

"Woohoo! Whoa! ”

Amelia staggered back with her severed claws, screaming incessantly.

If you call it a 'sword', it would be too reluctant.

It was big, thick, heavy, and the blade was too rough to polish.

It's just a piece of iron!

Even for the Church's illustrious hunters, their Church greatsword features a leek-like tapering blade, plus face etching to reduce weight.

How could there be a human who hadn't undergone [Blood Healing] to wield such a sword?!

"Bang bang bang."

Shattered bones, smashed flesh, slid off the massive sword and fell to the marble floor.

The Valyrian steel greatsword, after severing the giant monster's wrist, still smashed a hideous and rough crack on the ground unabated!

At the same time, there was a roar like a bell!

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