Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1305 1277. The hunter’s original sin

Faced with Lan En's inquiry without looking back, the huntress, who was always calm and resolute, did not reply.

She just lowered her tricorn hat, which was already wet from the rain, so that no one could see her expression clearly.

After a long time, with the sound of raindrops falling, Maria spoke with some difficulty.

"No that's impossible."

The soft and erratic voice was as usual, but there was a rare amount of hesitation and reluctance to believe in this soft voice.

Although her voice is soft as usual, she is always firm and confident.

Maria even forgot to hang her Blood Noble Craftsman Musket on her waist, and just held it, holding down her hat.

He murmured: "[Blood Therapy]. It's because their blood collection bottles are impure! Those blood collection bottles are inferior products spread among the people!"

"Do you believe what I said?" Lan En followed Maria's voice and asked her without giving her any chance to breathe.

"As old hunters who were gathered by the Healing Church to carry out a grand hunt, the church didn't equip them with blood collection bottles? Let them use their own inferior blood collection bottles?"

The witcher walked over to the corpse of the old hunter whose head he had just crushed.

He reached into the water and took out the blood collection bottle that the old hunter wanted to use just now, but couldn't in the end.

The sealing of the blood collection bottle is very good. Even though the outside of the glass bottle is muddy, it gradually returns to its original appearance under the wash of rain, but the bottle body is wet.

The witcher silently handed out the blood collection bottle and stretched his arm towards Maria.

The blood collection bottle was like a bottle of oral liquid in his broad palm.

[Blood Therapy] is believed by all Yannan people and is also the ‘panacea’ promoted by the Healing Church.

‘Holy blood can save everything’ is the basic tenet on which the Healing Church was established.

In normal times, whether it was lycanthropy or gray blood disease, the Yannan people only thought that the production capacity of [blood therapy] could not keep up with the consumption of the disease, so people died.

As long as you accept [Blood Therapy], there is nothing to fear about any disease or injury.

But today, right in front of Maria's eyes.

—An old hunter who had turned into a beast and went crazy was still crazy even after having a blood collection bottle stuck on his body!

It was as if the sacred blood simply and rigidly restored his body, but it did nothing to deal with the underlying lycanthropy! No improvement at all!

How is this possible? !

When this situation was clearly laid out in front of Maria, it was as if her worldview as a Yanamite was shattered!

"Bad day, huh?"

Lan En did not take his hand back, but suddenly said this calmly.

After traveling through many worlds, he has seen many people whose worldviews have collapsed due to huge changes.

Coupled with his own experience, Lan En is very clear about this feeling of collapse.

Sometimes, all it takes is one bad day to destroy a person.

Accidents always come suddenly and violently, so they are called accidents.

Maria took a long breath.

She finally raised her head and took the blood collection bottle from Lan En's hand with a complicated expression.

"I will check this bottle of blood later."

She said words that she was already unsure of, but Maria finally cheered up again.

She is an excellent hunter after all.

Being a hunter in Yanan requires a lot of mental endurance.

"These old hunters are crazy." Maria said solemnly and lowly while loading mercury bullets into her exquisite musket. "They actually massacred the villagers here."

"We have to rush back to Yanan. The target here has been hunted by my teacher and Ludwig, and the situation here must be made public!"

"Yes, we have to go back." Lan En agreed at first, but then he looked at the village hazy in the dim sky and rain.

"But I still have some unfinished business here. You and Adeline can leave first."

Simon, a sober old hunter, was supposed to trace this great hunt. What is happening now?

Maria looked deeply at the witcher.

She knew that this man was not simple, even this small fishing village could be related to him.

But after everything that happened today, she had nothing to doubt.

"I won't go any further with you. Adeline is still alone outside. The old hunters can no longer trust her."

She spoke calmly and coldly.

"I will go back to protect her, but we will wait for you to go back together. Now all **** breaks loose."

After saying that, Maria and Lan En nodded to each other and confirmed that they had reached a common intention. Maria turned back without any delay and walked out of the small fishing village.

The demon hunter turned his head and looked at the hazy and dim distance. Beyond the small fishing village, there was the vast, boundless, dark sea that was strangely devoid of any waves or wind.

"Yes." Maria's figure was fading away, and the witcher whispered to himself, "The situation is getting more and more chaotic."

And as a hunter's nightmare, does this increasingly chaotic situation portend anything? —

Time was passing, but because the sky in the small fishing village was so dark, Lan En didn't know how dark the night was now.

It's always been dark after all.

Many houses in the small fishing village were being burned, and some cages emitted cold light. The villagers of what looked like a small fishing village extracted the fluorescent substances of fluorescent organisms in the ocean and turned them into biological luminescence that can provide lighting.

These extremely limited light sources are all lighting conditions.

Many fishmen died in the village.

These fishmen seemed to have made a last-ditch effort at the last moment.

They have mutated fish fins and have many harpoon spears tied to their backs.

The original fishing and hunting tools were not suitable for self-defense and fighting. Under the skilled fighting techniques of the old hunters, most of these fishmen's bodies were torn apart.

The hideous wounds caused by Yanan's transformed weapon were left behind.

However, the throwing spears behind the corpse had not yet fired a few spears.

The gray-white blood of the murlocs mixed with the stagnant water, making this small, dilapidated fishing village look even more humid and decadent.

There wasn't much blood left here, so the old hunters who were chasing and addicted to blood began to leave in a daze.

Lan En searched for more than ten minutes in this small fishing village before finally finding his acquaintance in an attic that was corroded by barnacles.

Sober old hunter, Simon.

But at this time, his situation was not good.

The old hunter, wearing a tattered coat, was lying on the floor of the attic, with a large pool of blood under him almost drying to solidification.

If it weren't for the hunters' superior physiques, ordinary people's corpses would be hard by now.

Lan En, who came looking for him, was not too nervous because he knew that Simon had died many times in this nightmare.

He stepped forward and turned Simon's body over. There was a large hideous wound on the front of his body.

It looked like it had been hit by a giant morning star hammer.

Powerful blunt blows mixed with wounds torn by sharp weapons.

"Ah, it's you."

The blur of consciousness caused by the heavy bleeding allowed Simon to recognize who the person next to him was at this time, and he spoke with difficulty.

"It seems like I messed up."

"The ring, the ring that keeps haunting me, brings the killer in animal skins."

"Over and over again, never ending."

Simon waved his hand feebly in mid-air, as if he had fallen into an illusion.

Lan En held his hand.

"I'm listening." The witcher whispered, "I know you're in pain right now, Simon. But I beg you, please try to give me more clues. I feel like I'm close to finding the secret, just a little bit away!"

"Just a little bit closer! I might hold the key to ending this hunter's nightmare!"

The sober hunters have already figured out the truth about Yanan's [Blood Therapy] during the long hunt, so most of them will not use blood collection bottles like ordinary hunters.

Just like Simon now, even if he is about to die, he will not use it.

For them, losing this sobriety is a more terrifying thing than death.

"Yes, the fact that you can find it here means that you are really, really close to finding the key."

Simon's lips moved weakly, but he still told about his discovery.

"This village is the real secret. The proof of the ancient sins of the hunters!"

"It has always fed the nightmares of hunters."

Simon's words were like weak and vague babbles in sleep, full of emotion after learning the truth.

"Our ancestors made mistakes, and this mistake has been implicated in our descendants. It's enough. It's really enough. We have suffered too much. We can't bear it anymore."

Lan En grasped the key point from Simon's dying words: "Those hunter ancestors, what mistake did they make? Did they just massacre this small fishing village?"

Although Lan En showed no mercy to the old hunters who participated in the massacre, to be fair, could just massacring a small fishing village where the villagers mutated into fishmen really trigger such a terrifying, deep, and lasting nightmare?

"Their crime was not only the massacre of this small fishing village!"

At this point, Simon, who was basically in a dying state, seemed to take his last breath and grabbed Lan En's forearm armor with a sudden 'snap'.

There were no eyes on his face wrapped in dirty bandages, only his trembling lips showing his excitement.

"The target of this Healing Church hunting is one—the Son of God!"

Even Lan En, who is well-informed and has traveled through many worlds, couldn't help but shrink his pupils in front of this sentence.

Son of God.

It is the dream of all the ancient gods to give birth to their own divine son.

Everything that happened in Yharnam, the horrific omens and irreversible tragedies, were all due to the ancient gods' dreams of longing for the Son of God, and the jealousy that prevented other ancient gods from obtaining the Son of God.

The desires and jealousies of the ancient gods were intertwined, affecting the desires and jealousies of humans, and finally formed such a big mess!

And now, Simon said, there is already a Son of God here? !