Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1339 1311. Fire Paper and Thunder Paper

After being convinced that Lan En was really close to 70% sure that he could end this long night of hunting after a series of actions.

Erin's originally cold and erratic voice became eager and energetic.

After all, in terms of human mental endurance, every sober hunter in Yharnam has already had his or her spirit collapsed and then managed to hold on, for who knows how many rounds.

This really exercised their extraordinary skills and experience, but they were all too tired.

And as a 'hunter who hunts crazy hunters', the crow hunter is even more stressed.

But 'hope' is such a seductive and magical thing.

No matter how exhausted the people are, as long as they see the dawn of this thing, they will feel extra motivated out of thin air.

After the conversation, Erin shook out her crowfeather cloak, which had become tangled with the thick beast's blood, and then left the Orton chapel without stopping.

She was going to the locations where Simon often stayed to confirm the current state of Simon who died from a collapsed dream, as a reference for their group.

"Right."

But before Irene left energetically, Lan En reached out and called her.

"I got a stack of [Fire Paper] before, and it seems very useful." The Witcher took out a piece of frosted paper from his bag and showed it to Irene. "Is there anywhere else in Yanan that has this kind of prop?"

[Firepaper], in the eyes of Lan En, who had just come to Yanan, was a very useful combat prop.

Can directly attach flames to weapons to increase lethality.

Although to this day, he himself can already use the seal to superimpose his own swordsmanship, and can easily use the swordsmanship [Flowing Fire Blade].

But he saw that Linbuqiu liked this prop that could directly increase the lethality and flame status of his weapons in tense battles.

Although the flannel ball didn't come with him this time, he still wanted to take some back as a gift.

"[Fire Paper]?" Erin shook her head impatiently.

Seeing that we are about to do something big, who still cares about these small props?

But she still took out a small stack of sandpaper from under her crowfeather cloak and handed it to Lan En.

But unlike the dark red [Fire Paper], on this small stack of matte paper, blue electric arcs exploded from time to time.

"I've run out of [Fire Paper]. This is [Thunder Paper]. It's used in the same way, but instead of flames, it's electricity that wraps around the weapon."

While putting a stack of sandpaper in her hand into Lan En's hand, Erin explained it concisely.

"This is the research result of [Weird] Archibald in the hunter's workshop. Like [Fire Paper], it is not a very profound technology. If you need it, I can make some for you in the workshop. ”

Lan En raised his eyebrows, and unexpectedly picked up a piece of crackling sandpaper and put it in front of his eyes to look at it.

He didn't expect that Yanan also had the technology to add thunder to weapons.

However, this kind of thunder is closer to natural thunder in terms of color, and is very similar to the one emitted by Kirin.

Compared with the golden thunder used to hunt dragons in the Flame World, it is very different.

But you can't judge it just from the surface. After all, in other worlds, Lan En wouldn't think much about it. But in the weird and gloomy Yanan, this kind of thunder is most likely just similar in color to natural thunder and lightning.

The essence should still be lightning produced by supernatural means.

If it were before, then props like [Thunder Paper] would not only make the flannel ball happy, but it would also be very useful to Lan En.

But after killing the [Mist Nest Lord] Dread Tyrannosaurus, he already knew that he had some authority to cast the unique spell system of the Flame World, [Miracle].

Although he is not sure where this authority comes from, he can use the [Miracle Thunder Sword] anyway, directly attaching the dragon-hunting golden thunder to his weapon.

Therefore, the usefulness of [Thunder Paper] to Lan En itself is greatly reduced.

But

"You said you can make this kind of prop?" Lan En put the [Thunder Paper] into the alchemy leather bag on his waist and asked the crow hunter with interest.

"Originally not." Erin answered briefly. After seeing the hope, she couldn't wait to take action.

"But after going back so many times, even if it's just a mistake, you should still make some progress."

"This technology is not too profound. Although it is controlled by the church workshop, it is still the same sentence. I have experienced regression so many times."

"If you are interested in these props, I will teach you them after we are all done."

Lan En nodded with interest.

But before the witcher could say anything, the crow hunter's beak mask was stunned for a moment, and then a muffled sigh came from inside.

"'After we are done'. I can't imagine that I would have the chance to say this. During this long and endless night of hunting."

"Have some confidence in me." Lan En encouraged her with a joking tone, but his eyes were extremely serious, "I am quite interested in this craft. I will definitely learn it and play with it." "Then wish me well. Good luck." The beak mask nodded, "I also wish you good luck, kind-hearted hunter."

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"Are you going to Byron Weiss again?" Henrik asked in confusion about Lan En's actions while cleaning the beast meat and rough black hair stuck in the mechanism of his meat saw.

"Didn't we just go there?"

However, his confused and confused sense of time unconsciously made his tone a little self-doubt.

In his mind, he and Lan had already been to Byron Weiss once and back this night. This was a round trip.

And if you go from Mission Town to Byron Weiss in one night, you have to walk back and forth again? Isn't this a disease?

But in fact, that was nearly half a year ago.

Lan En was not surprised to see Henrik's self-confusion due to the difference between his thinking and the feeling of facts.

Because hunters who are not sober can never see the truth clearly.

Sure enough, Henryk's slight self-doubts were soon affected by the silent and traceless power.

The confusion of time blinded him again.

"I'm just telling you," the witcher shrugged indifferently at the old hunter. "When I left last time, I forgot to ask Master William something. This matter is urgent, so I have to go again quickly."

"Didn't we kill all the crazy beasts on the road? I'm just going on another journey, there's no need for trouble."

The old hunter looked Lan En up and down with a suspicious look.

He turned to look at the Gascoignes again.

The hunter who was once a priest seemed to feel his gaze and turned his head and nodded up and down.

"...I'd better come with you." The old hunter pressed the khaki hat on his head and whispered. "You brought a lot of food. If you save some, you can last a long time. Gascoigne is also back, so I don't need to worry about here."

"And after the rise of the blood moon, those dirty beasts have changed a lot. If we treat them as easy to deal with before, it will definitely lead to bad things."

Lan En smiled indifferently.

First of all, his combat effectiveness is no longer the same as when he first arrived in Yanan, so he is very confident.

Secondly, he also remembered the path leading to Byron Weiss very clearly. At that time, he and Henryk were basically fighting each other, so what danger could there be?

Don't even say it's 'dangerous', just say, is there anything else on this road that can 'scare' him? It's simply impossible

"Fuck! What the **** is this?!"

Under the blood moon, on the empty and gloomy streets of Yharnan, the demon hunter suddenly jumped back a small step in shock, and subconsciously uttered a curse word that he had not heard for a long time!

Lan En's amber cat eyes widened, and his body leaned back slightly due to instinctive resistance, as if trying to stay away from the thing in front of him.

The monster that suddenly jumped out of the corner in front of him did not scare him at all, because his excellent and extraordinary hearing had already detected the monster's existence before the other party made a move.

What shocked Lan En was the opponent's form.

The beasts of Yharnam were already grotesque and terrifying, but only now did Lan know what form these things would take under the blood moon.

It was a monster whose lycanthropy had developed to an advanced stage and was basically a werewolf.

Lan En saw dozens or dozens of these monsters in Yanan.

There should have been no turmoil in my heart.

But this one in front of me.

"Huh~"

It lay on the ground, and the hot breath it exhaled turned into a white mist as it got closer to the ground.

Those limbs slapped messily on the wet stone tile floor.

Yes, a mess of limbs.

The body of this 'werewolf' is not a conventional one, it looks like a skinny werewolf covered with black hair. And it seems that the limbs of many wolves, dogs, and humans are fused and entangled together to form its waist, chest, abdomen, legs, and other limbs!

And it seems that it has not been integrated well, or there is a skinned dog leg that has not been taken into the body, sticking out from the back waist, or a human hand hanging down from the belly!

The sound of it crawling on the ground was as terrifying as the flapping of several **** hands on the ground.

However, Lan En is not the kind of person whose combat effectiveness will be affected by the enemy's weird and ugly appearance in urgent and anxious battles.

The reason why he looks so 'careless' now is because he doesn't think this scene will be dangerous at all.

"Bang!"

The hunter's musket burst into flames from behind the witcher, and the mercury bullet hit the monster's chest at a critical and subtle moment, causing it to stagger uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, the old hunter, dressed in khaki, dodged as light and swift as a ghost and came to the monster.

"Pfft", blood splashed!

【visceral crit】!

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