Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1309 1281. Hunting Night in Old Yanan

Henrik and Mark were doing as usual, they found a place as a meeting point and gathered before nightfall.

Two young men with very low qualifications, one became an official hunter and the other joined the church hunter.

Although there are not many lycanthropic patients now, and the team formation of hunters will cause a waste of defense power and a reduction of the defense area, no one will say anything.

After meeting, the two of them just raised their hands, which was considered a greeting.

Although he didn't say a word, this was even considered a warm greeting among the hunters of Yanan.

The moon gradually rose, but the broad moonlight was divided by the tall and sharp Gothic building spiers of Yharnam.

"Same as before."

Henrik said as he moved his wrist holding the meat saw knife.

The old hunters were not used to this new and improved weapon, but Henryk felt that this thing was much easier to use than the old-school weapons.

Mark nodded silently while adding fuel to the flamethrower in his hand.

Lycanthropes are generally afraid of fire, so hunters are taught to make good use of flames.

The weapon Mark used for close combat was completely inconsistent with his calm and indifferent appearance - it was a huge stone hammer!

[Church Stone Hammer].

The stone hammer is carried on Mark's back. The hammer is a huge stone of nearly half a cubic meter. The surface of the hammer is carved with many mottos and scriptures for healing the church in complex cursive characters.

Such a large stone must weigh between a ton and a half.

A hammer of this size is only slightly smaller than the hammers of the hunters of the New World Survey Group.

But as a church hunter who has been strengthened by [Blood Therapy], Mark can use this heavyweight weapon.

Moreover, the handle of the hammer is actually a scabbard, and inside is a simple and practical one-handed sword.

In this calm night, basically just pulling out a one-handed sword should be enough.

Yes, 'calm night'.

Henrik and Mark spent most of their time patrolling at night.

In Yanan today, the fear brought by the emerging plague gray blood disease seems to have outweighed the ancient lycanthropy.

It is much more difficult for them to find lycanthropic patients than to hunt them.

Henrik and Mark even agreed with each other that for the sake of better training, they would work separately for a few days.

Otherwise, there really is no one to practice with.

But fortunately, they both had good luck today.

In a dark alley with damp ground, two hunters walked in through a layer of misty cold fog clinging to the ground.

It was a similar scene to the first meeting between young Henryk and Lan, but this time, the torch dispelled the darkness, illuminating two strange, thin and tall figures deep in the alley.

A typical lycanthropic patient.

Tough and rough black hair grew so luxuriantly that it even pierced his clothes, and his figure was twisted and elongated by the lycanthropy disease to more than two meters.

Their faces were still covered with dirty bandages.

It seems to be used to cover the black hair on the face before the lycanthropy has progressed to this stage.

At that time, they should still have some sense.

But now, in the customs of Yharnam since ancient times, they are no longer considered human beings.

Henrik asked: "One for each person?"

Mark replied: "Fair enough."

In this calm night, two inexperienced hunters even had to distribute prey to get some exercise.

Mark always does things neatly and neatly.

He first used the flamethrower in his hand to blow the flames from his face, shaking the lycanthropic patient opposite him, and then slashed him across the face with the one-handed sword in his right hand.

The condition of this lycanthropic patient is still relatively elementary, and the disease has not given it strong vitality.

So Mark cut off half of its raised palm to resist with one sword, then cut off a section of its forearm with the second sword, and cut off its neck with the third sword.

This is an unskilled type among hunters.

A normal Yharnam hunter would basically enter the execution process after successfully dazzling the flames for the first time.

However, it took Mark three swords to end the activities of the lycanthropic patient.

But while Mark was still thinking about the shortcomings of his technique, Henrik was not done yet.

The hunter's musket fired again and again, but the lycanthropic patient on the opposite side didn't look injured at all.

Finally, the gunfire in the alley died down.

Under the impact of a well-placed shot, the lycanthropic patient showed that his whole body was stiff and uncontrollable, and his legs were so weak that he half-knelt down.

Henryk, on the other hand, obviously did not expect the result of this shot. He was completely covered up just now.

Then he quickly rushed from the shooting distance of the musket to get closer, trying to stab the chest and abdomen of the lycanthropic patient with the iron-shelled gloves on his fingertips.

But it was already too late. The subtle timing of limb imbalance and posture breakdown caused by the impact of the firearm was fleeting. By the time Henrik rushed closer, the patients had already stood up again.

As a last resort, in the face of the lycanthropic patient's counterattack, Henryk's saw blade flashed past and chopped off one of the opponent's hands.

The lycanthropic patient rolled unbalanced on the ground and howled.

"You didn't add blood to the bullet?"

Mark walked up to Henrik and asked with a frown.

Ordinary bullets have little effect on the terrifying beasts of Yanan, and the special mercury bullets mixed with blood are very effective.

If the blood quality is particularly high, the damage will be more obvious.

And just now Henryk looked like he didn't feel hurt no matter how hard he hit him with the hunter's musket, and he also looked like he couldn't kill the lycanthropic patient on the other side no matter how much he hit him.

It was obviously not a specially made mercury bullet.

"Hunting with ordinary bullets is expressly prohibited."

Mark said according to the script.

"I'm carrying mercury bullets." But Henryk patted his pocket and choked out confidently, "But after finally meeting someone who can practice, I shouldn't let him go."

"There are fewer and fewer lycanthropic patients."

At the end, Henryk felt a little emotional.

"Of course there will be fewer and fewer of them." Mark said it was natural. "The Healing Church has developed [blood therapy], and we can save everyone."

"As long as the gray blood disease passes, we will overcome the lycanthropy that has always plagued Yanan. Sooner or later."

As he spoke, Mark patted the church stone hammer behind him.

"This is also the reason why I joined the church hunters. Ordinary hunters who are responsible for cleaning up lycanthropy will sooner or later have no work to do."

Henrik was already used to being surprised by his friend's overt and covert attempts to persuade him to join the Church Hunters.

He shook his head and said, "Let's wait until that day comes. I still like to be more free. The rules of the church are too big."

As he spoke, the young hunter's eyes, which were sandwiched between the three-cornered hat and the mask, narrowed.

He took out a mercury bullet from his pocket and put it into the empty hunter's musket.

Then, stepping on the cold mist on the ground and the smelly blood of the beast, he stepped forward and put the muzzle of the gun on the head of the wailing lycanthrope patient.

Because this lycanthropic patient was missing an arm, it was difficult for him to stand still, and he had completely lost his value as a 'training object'.

Therefore, Henryk directly fired the mercury bullet, intending to blow its head.

Beside Henrik, Mark had turned around in boredom, ready to walk out of this dark alley and continue their night patrol.

But, just when this peaceful night is about to last.

"tread-"

"Click."

The sound of Mark's boots stepping on the wet ground, and the sound of Henrik behind him suddenly tightening his grip on the handle of the hunter's musket as if he was suddenly frightened, sounded at the same time.

The hunter's steps are light and quick, and he won't hit the ground hard unless he loses control.

Hunters have perfected their gun-holding techniques. They seek to be stimulated at any time. They will not hold on to the gun like a novice, which will result in inaccurate or fast shooting.

And Henrik and Mark made noises that they shouldn't have made at the same time at this moment, which can only mean that at this moment, both of them were out of control!

Not even just the two of them, not just this alley!

A sudden and sudden silence covered the entire Yanan in an instant.

Everyone was aware that something was going on, but most people didn't know what was going on.

It was just a heavy, panicky emotion that suddenly pressed on people's hearts.

And after this moment

"roar!!"

The city of Yannan, which was originally dead silent in the night, suddenly erupted with a deafening roar of beasts!

Henrik and Mark, two young hunters, were discussing the increasingly rare lycanthropy disease in Yharnam a minute ago, and what they, the hunters, can do in the future.

But a minute later, the roar of the lycanthropic patient seemed to be heard from all over Yanan in the blink of an eye!

Pervasive! It’s everywhere!

And the nearest one is undoubtedly right in front of them!

Henrik's eyes, sandwiched between the three-cornered hat and the mask, suddenly opened wide in horror.

Because right in front of him, he had put a hunter's musket on his head and lost one of his arms.

The long process of development and worsening of lycanthropy has been completed in the blink of an eye!

A second ago, it was a mildly lycanthropic patient with a dirty bandage on his face and an ill-fitting suit jacket and undershirt that could barely cover his clumps of black hair.

But the next second.

Amidst the "La La La" movement, the black hair that swelled was tough and rough, directly tearing the clothes and bandages to pieces!

The sounds of bones and flesh being violently distorted by lycanthropy, because the whole process occurred in too short a time, these sounds sounded like a person's bones and flesh were being broken into pieces in an instant!

The hands and feet that originally looked like humans have turned into skinnier, more slender claws and legs and feet with recurved joints.

The flesh and blood on the abdomen completely disappeared, and the ribs covered with black hair moved strangely in the air.

"Bang!"

The muzzle flashed!

Although Henryk was shocked, he still seized the opportunity in shock and fired immediately!

The hunter's musket that was originally placed on the opponent's head shot out mercury bullets mixed with the hunter's blood.