Chapter 1368 1340 Curse

Chapter 1368 1340. Curse

As the main body, [Turbid Flow·Destruction] did not eat the materialized body of the Moon God, so there was no growth.

However, [Combat Skill·Ember], which used the greatsword as a carrier, became different because it burned the body of the Moon God.

This weapon and the [Combat Skill] carried on the weapon have their own changes. Lan En felt that he was not sure, and could only roughly feel that it was not a bad thing.

If you want to know more about this matter, you still have to find a professional.

But don't think about it for someone at Berengar's level. Although he is also a founder of this greatsword, it may hurt him to say it now.

——The problems involved in this greatsword may have exceeded his level.

Perhaps, only the giant blacksmith in the Flame World who forged weapons for the Fire God Clan has the ability to see clearly.

This involves matter, soul, flame, and even the status and essence of God.

Lan En was holding the huge sword in one hand and stuffing it into the mouth of the alchemical leather bag, thinking nonsense.

Or maybe I should talk to Berengar.

Although he knew that this sword had passed through someone else's hands and became more mysterious, and he couldn't get involved.

The old demon hunter would definitely be angry.

But, isn't this also urging him to improve!

The last time he was brought to the New World, he made great progress after exchanging forging techniques with the hunters of the investigation team. This spirit of hard work and positive progress in craftsmanship must be maintained.

Fighting spirit is stimulated!

Lan En has confidence! Let Berengar rekindle his fighting spirit and hegemony!

"Dong Dong."

The demon hunter's provocative smile had not disappeared yet, and there were two knocks on the door outside the room, which made him come back to his senses from the mentality of a fun person.

"Come in."

As soon as there was a response, the door opened with a "click".

Maria, with her white hair braided into a neat ponytail, leaned in.

She just happened to see Lan En stuffing such a huge sword into the pocket on his waist.

". No matter how many times I watch it, I always feel like I'm still in a dream."

The cold voice of the Blood Noble used to complain, but it was a different kind of contrast.

"Under the world view of skepticism and conspiracy theory, the spiral of suspicion and conspiracy can go infinitely deep and have no end."

Lan En stuffed [Turbid Stream·Destruction] completely into the alchemical leather bag while talking to Maria indifferently.

He turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Maria.

"Just think about it, but if you get stuck in it, there will be no end."

Maria walked in, leaning against the wall by the door with her arms folded.

The cold temperament of the Yharnam hunter made her look handsome in a different way.

She could understand Lan En's discussion of the world view, but she didn't care.

"It's planned to be today?"

"Yes." Lan En nodded in response, "Everything has been almost settled, we can leave today."

It's not just the problem of Lan En's own blood, but also the changes of [Turbid Flow·Destruction].

These few days, as agreed before, Irene taught Lan En how to make [Thunder Paper] and [Fire Paper].

These two props are very convenient for combat, and as she said, the production method is not difficult.

[Fire Paper] is just a unique flammable material, added to a unique frosted paper in a safe way, so that it can keep burning when rubbing against weapons.

However, although the production method of [Thunder Paper] is the same, the raw materials seem to have a bit of the evil flavor of Yharnam.

The electric light of [Thunder Paper] was inspired by Archibald, the [Weird] in the Hunter Workshop, who observed the electric light lingering on a certain dark beast and inspired his creativity.

The material of this electric light is also related to the beasts of Yharnam.

That is, it is related to the beast disease.

Come to think of it, the overall era style of the city of Yharnam is the Victorian era of the British Empire in Lan En's hometown.

Although there were facilities for applying electricity in this period, the ability to use electricity freely to wrap it around weapons seemed a bit ahead of the times.

Obviously, supernatural factors played a major role.

This was enough to make Lan En stay away from it.

However, the materials that can produce lightning can only be obtained from those unique beast patients in Yharnam.

But Lan En has never lacked such materials.

Whether it is the natural high voltage electricity of the Qilin or the magic lightning of the female sorcerers, he has no shortage of such resources.

When he fully masters the production method of [Thunder Paper], it will not be difficult to replace the materials with safe and reliable things, Lan En thought casually with his alchemy talent.

In fact, Irene also mastered a lot of secret knowledge that was controlled and leaked from the workshop of the Healing Church.

For example, the [Blue Spiritual Medicine] that made Simon hide his figure in front of Lan En, which was very effective.

Or the [Lead Red] that can make the hunter's body suddenly become as heavy and hard as lead in a very short period of time, even enough to make the user's body bounce off the blade without even stumbling, and even slow down their own movements.

But these things are also made with a kind of Yharnam-style evilness.

Just like in the Byron Weiss period, researchers studying [Arcane] would use thick human blood concentrate as a mental sedative.

He is the type who just lets Lan En listen and is indifferent to everyone.

In the end, there were only two simple and easy-to-use props, [Fire Paper] and [Thunder Paper], which Lan En absorbed into his knowledge base.

"We are ready and have said goodbye to Dr. Yousefka."

Maria was still leaning against the wall, but one of her hands that was originally clasped in front of her chest stretched out. As she spoke, she raised her hand to fully open the door. Outside the door, Adeline was still wearing a piece of clothing from the Healing Church. In terms of fabric alone, this was indeed an excellent coat.

Two hard leather suitcases lay at her feet.

Yanan was basically empty. She and Maria came out of a nightmare and had nothing to offer. These two suitcases were filled after they found some attractive changes of clothes from abandoned Yanan.

Maria stood up straight from the wall she was leaning on, walked outside the door, picked up her suitcase, and spoke to Lan En calmly.

"Then let's go."

The indifference of the Yharnam hunter made her appear calm even when she knew she was going to another world.

Just like what Lan En saw in [Spiritual Vision]: Lawrence was as calm as when he betrayed Master William and ran away from Byron Weiss.

Thinking of this, Lan En's eyes lowered slightly, but he pondered for a while.

"Why don't you go to the cemetery behind the Orton chapel first. That's where I feel the rift is about to open."

"Wait for me a moment, I have to meet someone else."

——

Even though the sun and sunshine have appeared, there is still a depressing feeling in the forbidden forest outside Byron Weiss.

Wait until Lan En stood on the second floor of the college again, extending from the building to the moon-viewing terrace on the lake.

All he saw on that terrace was a dead skeleton.

Just like the bones of many people in Yharnam, the completely weathered skeletons were completely irrationally dressed in complicated robes that showed no signs of aging.

The golden scepter is still in the arms of the withered bones.

The easy chair, which seemed to be swaying slowly forever, had come to a standstill.

Lan En's boots made a clicking sound on the stone floor of the terrace.

His expression did not change at all and he walked to the front of the rocking chair, looking at the deep lake where he would fall directly into it if he only took a few steps.

"Are you okay, Master William?"

He spoke without looking back, as if the bones did not represent death.

This sense of taking it for granted is enough to make onlookers feel ridiculous.

But in Lan En's deep eyes, the rocking chair and the old man on the rocking chair all really existed.

It was no different from the previous two meetings.

"Really?" Lan En, who had just asked a question, seemed to receive a response quickly. He raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Then you really got what you wanted."

But the whole time here, he was the only voice.

"You mean, the curse of the death of the Moon God is still haunting me?" Lan En curled his lips and said dissatisfied, "It's not fair. You foresaw and planned this matter, Geman helped, and I ended up Execution, why do you just recognize me?"

"Just because I was the most direct person to kill him?"

"Oh, if you think about it, it seems true. The person who takes the last action will bear the most responsibility for the curse. That old guy Geman also used this trick to reduce the pressure."

While talking about terrible things, Lan En's face didn't look like he cared at all.

He even squatted down leisurely, pulled off a finger bone of the skeleton on the rocking chair, and threw it on the lake under the terrace, causing a circle of ripples, and the waves reflected the sunlight in the sky.

"You two old guys are really insidious."

"Especially for you, the weight of the curse is divided into the poison caused by the death of the ancient god here. It has basically become your research material, right?"

The demon hunter laughed and cursed, then fell silent again, as if he was listening to the withered bones.

".No, no need."

Lan En stood up from his crouching position, stretched out comfortably, and with two "bang bang" sounds, he hammered his chest heavily and forcefully.

"There's no need to share it with me. To be honest, I don't feel this curse at all physically. If you cling to me, cling to me. At least you'll have me holding you down, so it won't turn into some shit nightmare again."

As he spoke, Lan En walked back along the terrace, as if he had already said everything he needed to say to the skeleton.

Against the sunlight behind him, he raised his hand and waved it without looking back, as if saying goodbye to the corpse.

Only at the end, his footsteps stopped at the boundary from the terrace into the building, as if he had just remembered, he turned his head and smiled.

"Also, don't get it wrong."

Under the sunshine of Yanan, the silver hair fell on Lan En's beautiful lips because of his tilted head, mixed with the smile, and seemed to be shining.

It's just that that beautiful smile, besides the relief of saying goodbye, is also a little bit dangerous.

"It's not that I was unlucky enough to be caught by the curse of that inferior alien."

"It's that dirty alien superior. His last bit of power was forced to stay with me!"

After saying this with a smile, Lan En walked into the shadow of the building without looking back.

"Old man, please bear with me. If you look back and find out the reverberation left by the Moon God, or if he left a dead clone somewhere that was lucky enough not to be burned together, just tell him."

"See if I can suppress you forever!"

The young demon hunter walked into the shadows inside the building where the sun could not shine.

On the terrace outside, the huge moon quietly hung over the lake of Byronweiss.

The old man who seemed to be asleep, still held his golden scepter in his pocket, sitting on the slow rocking chair that seemed to never stop.

"Then goodbye, Lan."

The old man on the rocking chair, his sunken lips due to old age, also slightly raised an arc.

His face covered by a metal eye mask turned to the bright moon in the sky.

"With this curse, may your road be long, full of expectations and discoveries."