The white monster's antlers trembled.

The pain of having the wrist smashed to the bone and the flesh torn off is indescribable.

But it still reluctantly retracted its severed hand, and the palm that had been holding something back to its chest.

His legs were bent on his knees, as if he was praying for something.

A soft golden glow rose from where it knelt, and it grew brighter and brighter.

It was visible to the naked eye that the broken wrist was rapidly stopping the bleeding, and some of the flesh buds seemed to be alive, beginning to grow entangled with each other.

Because of its huge size, the monster withdrew and took more than a dozen steps on top of the human race.

Lan En now slung the Turbidity Sword on his shoulder and walked towards Amelia.

There was no hurry, as if he hadn't seen the apparently supernatural golden light.

Lan didn't move, but suddenly, the white monster trembled spontaneously.

There was an uncomfortable roar in his throat, and the flesh buds on his wrists that had been intertwined and growing suddenly straightened at this time, and then shrank pathologically.

The golden glow was far from reaching its maximum brightness when it collapsed and disappeared because Amelia couldn't maintain her spell casting.

"Sure enough."

Lan's steps were heavy, and the sound of plate armor clashing against each other was oppressive.

On the other hand, he had already expected a tone of voice.

"What bestiality? You're just cursed ones wrapped up in a big curse. Otherwise, the [Cursed Oil] would not have such a remarkable effect. ”

On the body of the huge swarthy sword, a layer of oily luster was shining in the candlelight.

The Demon Hunter's [Cursed Sword Oil] is specially used to deal with monsters such as werewolves that appear in the world because they are cursed.

Very targeted toxicity, which in turn speaks to the nature of the enemy.

The huge surface area of the turbidity current allows these sword oils to enter the enemy's body in large quantities in a single slash, causing damage.

Amelia is now poisoned.

Originally, Lane wanted to try it with the fire paper Alfred had given him. After all, the dry, dense fur of the bestiality looks like it can easily catch fire.

But compared to the enchantment of the wizarding world at this time, the shortcomings of the fire paper are reflected.

Flames burning directly on the sword will destroy other attachments. Enchantment causes enemies to burn spontaneously, but does not affect anything.

"Intelligence analysis complete, uploading."

Mentos' steady voice rang in his head.

It sums up how this giant monster fights, precautions.

Lanne's finger tapped on his temples at his side, acknowledging the process.

The monster that Amelia had transformed into watched her recovery spell be interrupted, but she still clutched the thing in her hand.

Now one of its hands is lying on the floor more than ten meters away, and the other hand can only maintain a fist posture.

For it, the way of fighting has been limited to a very small extent.

"Woohoo!"

The holy white-haired beast smashed down with its last remaining hand, and Lan dodged away in an instant, leaving only a round orb in its place.

Amelia's fist crushed the orb, and with a 'bang' a yellow-green mist exploded, grease sticking to half of its body.

Alchemy Bomb - [Dragon's Dream].

Lan En could see that the other party was not familiar with his beastly body at all, let alone stop urgently. So he didn't even do the work of igniting it, and Amelia herself would help him hammer the bomb away.

The handprint of his left hand was pinched, and with a snap of his fingers, the chaos magic generated a spark out of thin air, which exploded on the yellow-green mist.

"Boom!"

The burst of flames ignited a fire on half of the monster's body in an instant!

Poison stacks on burn, both of which are negative enough to be severe.

The white monster writhed and wailed uncomfortably.

And as the fire expands on it, and the toxins go deeper and deeper, its struggle is becoming more and more powerless.

Eventually, it was limp on the ground, unable to even hold on to what it had been holding onto.

A golden pendant rolled out of its claws and down to Lane's feet.

The witcher bent down to pick it up, brushing his fingers away the blood from the pendant and softly reciting the proverbs engraved on it.

"Revere the blood of the old gods." *2

The witcher's voice overlapped with an eerie, hoarse voice.

Lan's cat's eyes lifted slightly, looking at the white monster that seemed to have accepted its fate and become calm and calm.

It is a proverb that has been handed down since the time of Byron Weis, and it is a warning to heal the church through the ages. Teacher Lawrence"

Lan wanted to ask something more, but Amelia's sanity seemed to last so long, and she kept calling out to her teacher in a regretful tone.

Also the founder of the Healing Church, Lawrence.

This proverb, which has been passed down from generation to generation, is a clear expression of caution with the blood of the old gods, but this is not the first time that the Healing Church has promoted blood healing.

When Old Yanan was destroyed, they could have had a chance to stop the trend of [Blood Healing]. But they didn't, but once again promoted [blood therapy] to New Yanan.

These visions, which were cautious and justified at the beginning of the founding, are always mixed with lust and greed in the alternation of generations.

Then the rules and the bottom line become 'flexible', and the side effects that should have been prevented start to spread.

It doesn't even need to be 'from generation to generation', it seems that in the hands of the founder Lawrence, they have already begun to violate the proverbs and use the blood of the old gods.

Rann didn't know that Amelia's continued promotion of blood therapy after her succession was motivated by her own desire to explore as a researcher. Or the inheritance and persistence of the legacy of the teacher Lawrence.

Either way, what she did was what she did.

The spread of the beastly plague and people's dependence on blood therapy have her share in this.

Although Lan En was very unhappy with the xenophobia and arrogance of the Yanan people, he was even more unhappy that these church members were treating the entire city as an experimental case for the sake of the knowledge contained in the blood of the ancient gods.

"You're doing pretty well."

Lan En said calmly.

The massive blade rested above the neck of the antler-for-horned wolf's head, and when aimed, the sword ended its pain cleanly.

"At least, you weren't as ugly as you struggled at the end, and you didn't package yourself as a messenger of justice with sin on your back. That's disgusting. ”

The wolf-headed monster with its antlers didn't speak anymore, not even the muttering of 'Teacher' all the time.

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

But for Lanen, if you do something wrong, you have to admit it.

If you don't recognize it, then I see it, and I'll help you recognize it.

"Goodbye."

"Boom!! Poof! ”

The big sword slashed down neatly, leaving a thick black fan-shaped afterimage in the air.

Blood erupted from the wound from the monster's neck, splattering from the center of the church hall to the corner.

The church was transformed back into a silent and solemn place.

And on the altar where Amelia was praying, something that Lan hadn't noticed just now began to glow.

It was a huge skull, with a mouth that had been elongated to the size of a wolfdog.

A highly animalized patient's skull.

There was a large crack in the top of the skull, which was both the cause of its death and the location of the light.

Lane tentatively walked towards the glowing skull.

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