Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1336 1308. Return to the chapel

Outside Gascoigne's house, the footsteps, which were so light that ordinary people couldn't hear them, paused for a moment, then hurried over.

A taciturn, cold and ruthless hunter in a yellow coat, who could almost be called the stereotype of a Yharnam hunter, stood at the door holding a meat saw knife that was still dripping with a mixture of sticky blood, minced meat, and black hair.

His face, covered by a three-cornered hat and a mask, with only a slit for his eyes exposed, looked around before stepping on the wooden floor and walking into Gascoigne's house.

"Are you back again?" Henryk sighed deeply without paying attention to the demon hunter's greeting. "That's not a wise decision, Lan."

"We'll tell you later whether it's wise or not." The demon hunter squatted on the ground and shouted without looking back, "Give me a blood collection bottle first, someone here is poisoned."

Henryk shook his head and stepped on the wooden floor with his leather boots. He walked to Lan En and briefly glanced at Maria, who had already lowered her head and passed out.

"It's a waste to use the blood collection bottle now."

"You have to wait for the poison to wear off first, destroy her body to the point of destruction, and then inject it with one injection. That's when it will be most effective. Just wait."

The old hunter said calmly.

An old hunter with so much experience that people thought he couldn't die in hunting like a hunter, although his biological and medical knowledge was far inferior to Lan En's.

But he can see through many situations based on experience alone.

In an emergency, the unhurried attitude of an experienced person can even make onlookers feel at ease.

Although Lan En wasn't too panicked at first, Henryk still made him feel much more relaxed now that he had just come out of the nightmare.

Amidst the slight collision and friction of armor plates, Lan stood up from Maria and patted his friend on the shoulder condescendingly.

Only then did he formally say hello.

"Long time no see, Henrik." The witcher tilted his head and smiled, "It looks a bit old, but it is indeed more reliable."

"What do you mean 'looks like this'?" The old hunter's eyes, which were pinched by his hat and mask, frowned in confusion.

And then, as Lan En stood up completely, his eyes widened uncontrollably.

"And what are you eating now?"

Henrik looked up and down repeatedly at the tall demon hunter, who was already 2.5 meters tall.

When we first met, although this young man was quite strong, he was still in the category of a normal person. Now, what normal person can develop such a body shape?

"It's a long story." Lan En shrugged, and at the same time he picked up the unconscious Maria, and raised his chin at Adeline next to him, meaning to ask Henrik to help him.

Henryk didn't hesitate, hung the meat saw knife with **** black hair on his back, carried Adeline on his back, and went out with Lan En.

But when he walked to the door and saw Lan En picking up the three-cornered hat with swan feathers on the table, his eyes immediately became filled with memories.

When Lan En hugged Maria, the huntress's head, which had been lowered due to coma and weakness, was raised again while walking.

Henryk suddenly stopped.

"It seems that you really have a long story." The old hunter's voice, dulled by the mask, revealed disbelief. "That's Ms. Maria?!"

"How is this possible?!"

The witcher kept walking and walked in front, just waving his hand without looking back.

"Recognize it? Yes, you must have seen it."

"But this is no place for storytelling, Henrik."

Lan En, who had already walked out of the room and reached the ditch behind Gascoigne's house, stretched his head and looked down.

Under the gas street lamp in Yanan, a huge black fat pig carcass was lying in the mud of the ditch below.

The fat pig looks about the same size as a smaller Asian elephant.

But even though it was surprisingly fat, Lan En had not seen it before when he was in Yanan.

But now

Lan En first looked at the fat pig carcass under the ditch in shock, and then looked up at the abnormally large blood-red moon in the sky.

The red moon rose after Lan En killed [Stupid Spider] Roma. Under the red moon, the monsters in Yharnan changed to varying degrees.

In other words, the blood-red moonlight reflected the reality of these monsters to a certain extent.

For example, the fat pig under the ditch now has a large portion of its face completely recessed where its eyes and nose were originally.

And in the recessed part, there are dozens of smooth eyeballs of different sizes that are densely packed and squeezed together!

At this time, because he was dead, the dozens of smooth and different-sized eyeballs and pupils were all diverging in different directions.

The numerous eyeballs facing in different directions create a strange feeling in people's hearts.

"You don't have to look at it." The old hunter who was carrying Adeline said in a muffled voice, "When it was alive, its eyes were already like that."

Henryk and Lan walked side by side, and with his free hand he pulled Maria's eyelids, and then looked at the blood that kept pouring out of her mouth.

The blood had flowed from the shoulders of Lan En's white armor all the way to the shin armor.

Then Henryk nodded, apparently confirming that Maria's body had been almost destroyed, and then took out a blood collection bottle from his pocket and pierced Maria's shoulder.

"Did you really come up with this thing at that time?" After piercing the blood collection bottle, Henrik threw the bottle away and pointed it at the blood moon in the sky. "Under this moon, these monsters in Yanan look a bit too intrusive even to me."

At that time, Henryk went with his colleagues to the closed Byron Weiss and met Master William.

But then, the old guy was put to sleep silently by Master William, and Lan En carried him back to Orton Chapel after finishing his work.

He did not witness the rise of the blood moon, but it seemed that he had 'communicated' with the monsters under the blood moon many times in the later period.

Along the way from Gascoigne's home to the Orton chapel, there were only corpses dripping with sticky blood, not living monsters.

Apparently the road is always being cleared.

As we get closer to the Orton chapel, the smell of incense is still strong.

The arrival of Lan En and the three of them obviously caused some ripples in this unsettling **** night.

As soon as he stepped through the door of the Orton chapel, the witcher heard an exclamation.

"ah!"

That was Viola, Gascoigne's wife, sitting on a chair with her two daughters sleeping on their legs.

She was obviously a little excited after seeing Lan En, but then she became worried.

It's certainly a good thing to see my friends again, but right now I really shouldn't be happy because my friends have entered a dangerous quagmire again.

Henrik quietly placed Adeline on his shoulder on the ground next to a pile of incense jars, and Lan also placed the unconscious Maria against the wall.

Only then was I free to take a look at the Orton chapel again after leaving for a long time.

Lan En didn't know how Yanan reflected the flow of time now, but since he left, there were only two or three more people in the small church.

Doctor Yousefka was taking care of her bound sister. Although she was worried, when Lan En looked over, she still showed a bitter and grateful smile.

Gascoigne's two daughters were sleeping on Viola's lap, and it seemed that Gascoigne himself had gone out.

The prostitute who was directed by Lan En from Church Town was holding her stomach and seemed a little uncomfortable, but she also nodded to Lan En who had helped her.

"Although I feel that it is irrational for you to come back, on the other hand..." Henryk helped place the two unconscious people and whispered to Lan En.

"We're really having a hard time right now."

The old hunter's eyes, which were caught between his hat and mask, were tired but holding on.

"The supplies are running out too fast, food, water, and incense. The night is too long."

"Gascoigne and I now spend more and more time looking for supplies. Gradually, we are almost exhausted even if we go out alternately."

"God knows how."

The old hunter's eyes were confused and confused.

He still hadn't woken up from the chaotic time of this hunting night, he just thought it was still 'one night'.

Under the power of those superiors and ancient gods to extend this hunting night, they completely ignored all kinds of abnormalities and wrongness logically.

Lan En didn't say anything, just patted Henrik on the shoulder.

He took out a lot of things from his alchemy leather bag and handed them to him.

As Henrik took it, he tilted his head towards Maria, who was already vaguely awake.

"What on earth is going on? Is it really Ms. Maria? She has obviously been dead for a long time!"

"She is indeed Maria, but how do you say it?" At this point, Lan En looked helpless. "Even if I say it, you won't understand it. In short, I have pulled them out of the nightmare of death. "

If the conversation was with a sober hunter, the explanation would be simple.

But Henryk is not 'sane', he is just an old hunter who survived this hunting night with only one life because he was too strong and was helped by Lan En.

Sometimes, being strong or not is not an essential difference.

Just like Henrik and Simon.

As an old hunter, his experience and skills are so powerful that he can hardly make mistakes, but he is completely unable to understand the real situation now.

A person who can be chased to death, but can travel between dreams, and still has some understanding of the current situation in Yanan.

"Is it complicated?" Henryk's mask moved, as if he pursed his lips under the mask.

But in the end, the old hunter just sighed and shook his head.

"If you can't say it, you can't say it."

"On this night of hunting, things that are so bizarre and terrifying that you can't even describe them are no longer uncommon. Hey, what does the resurrection of the dead mean?"

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