Bear School Astartes

Lann followed the footprints he was tracking all the way.

Visible to the naked eye, the owner of the footprints seemed to be running urgently too, so the marks left behind grew increasingly deep, as if realizing someone was chasing after them.

Of course, Miklás was aware!

After all, once the Great Cathedral was breached by Lann, the door wasn’t even tightly shut.

The lava spilled out from the gaps between the doors, along with the distressful roars of beasts and the suddenly disappeared screams of deranged hunters...

Miklás knew exactly what these represented.

He wasn’t one of those foolish hunters who only knew how to chase blood like mindless dogs.

He was a scholar, proud to consider himself the finest scholar even if he defected from Byron Vis.

He understood what the most valuable knowledge in this world truly was.

Thus he wouldn’t be like those stupid Healing Church followers, who went mad just because they sensed the Sacred One’s blood and were afflicted by the curse of the Sacred One’s death.

As long as he took away this half of the corpse and studied it thoroughly, following his academic hypotheses...

He would be closer to the realm of great beings than anyone else!

But the premise is—he must truly escape from here!

Miklás hugged the lower half of the Sacred One’s corpse, curling his body to make himself less noticeable.

Though presently, there weren’t many people on the streets.

Church Town had just been established for a short while, yet many devout followers had already moved in.

The events of tonight caused the Healing Church to enforce a complete lockdown, and these followers were terrified, locking themselves inside their homes.

The flames hadn’t spread here, so the Healing Church hadn’t dispatched many people to manage affairs here.

Nonetheless, Miklás’ actions still caused some stir.

"Woo... Woof woof!"

From behind tightly closed doors along the road, came the sound of dogs barking and scratching the doors excitedly.

"Stupid dogs!" These noises made Miklás distance himself from those doors greatly, while cursing under his breath.

Healing Church followers believed in Blood Healing, and even their dogs were quite fond of the scent of blood.

The Sacred One’s blood drew these sharp-nosed creatures, stirring them into a frenzy even from afar and through many barriers.

However, the real obstacle in Miklás’ actions was never these things.

"Boom boom boom~"

The heavy and solid footsteps echoed through the deep alleys of Church Town, weaving in and out of twists and turns.

In Yan’an, few people would walk while wearing such heavy armor.

Miklás’ face tightened, hastening his steps even more.

But speeding up wasn’t beneficial; once his scholar shoes began clapping against the brick-lined ground.

The initially hesitant, heavy footsteps immediately determined the target’s location, decisively and oppressively charging this way!

The one who used the light to crash out of the Great Cathedral and subsequently dealt with numerous deranged hunters and Lawrence inside, was now coming for him!

Miklás was fully aware of the opponent’s combat prowess.

After all, Lawrence turned into a beast before him, making it his first time witnessing a clergy member transform into a beast, greatly shocking him.

But because of this, he understood even better what level of skill the hunter needed to defeat such monsters.

Usually, he cared little about hunters’ combat power.

Compared to his research, compared to life’s leap, sheer combat prowess was far too narrow.

But now, this ’narrow’ aspect was unquestionably hindering him.

The person behind was undoubtedly aiming for the Sacred One’s corpse, and if it were lost...

Thinking of his theory, his hypotheses, Miklás’ eyes instantly filled with blood, his sinister face contorting together.

The stirring emotion helped Miklás evade a flash of silver streaking through the deep night.

"Swish!"

A small knife shot out from the alley’s darkness, aiming at Miklás’ calf.

But the scholar’s leg kicked sideways abruptly, letting the blade brush past his suit trousers, ’dinging’ against the stone brick ground.

Following the flying knife’s trajectory, a huge silhouette clad in ominous bone-white armor charged out from the darkness without delay!

Lann’s eyes watched the fleeing scholar ahead with a calm coldness.

Unexpectedly, he had some skill too.

Using a flying knife was to avoid making too much commotion.

This place wasn’t heavily patrolled by the Healing Church, making it convenient for Lann. He wished not to create unnecessary trouble, unless necessary.

Spirals of wind coiled around the Demon Hunter’s legs, rendering his movement swift and fierce.

Miklás didn’t know that hunter technique, and his sheer speed was nowhere near Lann’s.

So in this narrow alley, the distance between the two visibly shrank rapidly!

By the time the knife landed, Lann had leaped to within ten meters behind Miklás.

But the scholar running ahead didn’t seem frantic about the rapidly shortening gap.

Lann’s eyes narrowed slightly during pursuit.

He observed the scholar’s leg movements ahead; based on his combat prowess, the evasion of his flying knife wasn’t merely avoidance, but also...

"Leap attack?"

Lann frowned.

Immediately following, the sound of a thin wooden door being forcefully broken confirmed his suspicion.

"Bang!"

The scholar, dodging the flying knife, pounced towards a wooden door by the side of the street, effortlessly smashing through it.

And next...

"Clatter clatter!"

The sound of hooves suddenly rang out!

The horses in Yan’an usually do not snort or neigh, silent as if they were dead.

So when Lann followed Miklás into this alley, he completely missed them!

As the scholar climbed onto the carriage driver’s seat, he laughed heartily from his heart.

"Heh heh...hahaha!"

First a repressed murmur, then simply a mocking and bizarre snicker.

The wheels of the carriage rolled forward, grinding on the stone brick road.

Although Church Town was not fully built yet, there were roads leading to Old Yan’an.

As long as he charges out of Church Town’s boundaries, Miklás is confident he can start his own academic research based on this half-corpse!

Not a path that belongs to the Healing Church, nor to Byronwiss Vis William... but his own, the Mancis School!

On the carriage, the gloomy scholar wore a smile of ecstasy and madness.

He waved the whip, embracing the half-corpse of the divine child.

The steps of the pursuers behind him, heavy and oppressive, gradually ceased.

It seemed that brutal brainless Hunter realized he could no longer stop him!

The smile on Miklás’s face grew wider.

Thinking about what glorious and great results he could achieve on this half-divine corpse, he sneered at those unable to understand his actions or folly.

Seeing that, after taking a few more turns after this alley, he could burst out of Church Town and onto a hidden mountain path.

By then...

Inside, dreaming of what support he could get from Cainhurst, who deeply craves blood healing, for his upfront investment, Miklás obviously didn’t notice the annoyed and fiery expression on the Demon Hunter’s face behind the carriage.

Indeed, Lann did stop his steps, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t want the divine child’s corpse.

His speed could obviously catch up to a horse, but the enemy’s move of jumping onto a ’tool race’ mid-chase seriously disgusted him.

"They really came prepared, running so fast." He muttered, cursing under his breath as he reached to his back’s Alchemy Belt, pulling out his thick and powerful Heavy Crossbow Cannon!

!

"Where do you think you’re running, damn it!!!"

With a ’click,’ he loaded the gun, followed by two "bang bang" sounds!

Ammunition the size of a child’s fist, trailing a tail of flame during flight, charged precisely towards the carriage wheels!

The massive noise from the Heavy Crossbow Cannon’s fire silenced all those scratching dogs, leaving them whimpering quietly.

The wheels of a mere carriage are as fragile as twigs against the heavy ammunition from New Continent Hunters.

The spokes of the wheel shattered into a large pile of wood chips in an instant, the carriage thumped down, dragging on the ground.

Miklás’s nauseating laughter was abruptly interrupted by the jolting of the practically dismantling carriage.

With the back wheels of the four-wheeled carriage broken, the whole rear half of the carriage was dragged on the ground, with the sudden increase in resistance making the two pulling horses nearly halt.

Not only couldn’t they run...

"Clang clang!"

The basket-like carriage, without wheel support, stumbled, affecting the balance of the entire vehicle, tipping the carriage over when struck by a curb again!

This time, the whole carriage truly fell apart!

The shaft broke, the two horses staggered after being yanked by the trailing carriage, and continued running forward.

But undeniably, those two horses didn’t take anything with them.

With a scream, Miklás was flung from the seat.

He found himself mixed with many flying carriage remnants.

Even while dizzy, with his hands scraped by debris, he groped around, trying to find the half-body of the divine child.

But a strident and solid sound of footsteps slowly approached from the other side of the alley.

"No... wait..."

The scholar tried to buy time.

However, "Bang!"

An ammunition shell shot out from the ’s muzzle, entering the scholar’s chest, the spinning ammunition drawing up a wave of flesh and blood.

The hole opened in his chest effectively shattered his body!

The head, along with part of the torso connected to the clavicle, flew out, landing on the ground with a ’thump’.

The Demon Hunter no longer wanted to tangle with him.

Afterwards, the Demon Hunter cautiously searched the scholar, ensuring he didn’t possess a blood vial, before putting away his Heavy Crossbow Cannon.

Then he retrieved the other half of the divine child’s corpse buried within the carriage’s remnants.

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