Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1349 1321. Remembrance of Responsibility

The old hunter's usually calm and indifferent face was suddenly startled, but soon returned to normal.

But his eyes revealed a look of reminiscence unique to the elderly.

"Well, yes." He muttered vaguely, but without much hesitation, "I am Henrik, Ms. Maria."

Seeing Maria's distracted and unrealistic expression, Henryk smiled indifferently.

Even seeing a person who died many years ago appear with the same face as when he was young in the past would be unrealistic.

Not to mention putting herself in Maria’s shoes.

"Decades have passed since the day you died. Isn't it normal for me to be like this?"

"It's normal." The huntress murmured in a low voice, as if she was trying to convince herself at the same time, "Yes, this is normal."

She was trying to convince herself, but this unrealistic feeling still haunted her.

After all, from her perspective, she had just spent the burning night that destroyed old Yharnam with Lan En and Adeline.

Henrik and his friends had just met them on the way to escape. He was young and immature at that time.

But in the blink of an eye, the immature young man turned into what was considered a 'very old man' among hunters.

And just looking at him without hostility, he would feel a danger like a knife against his skin.

Anyone who has had such an experience will inevitably feel unrealistic.

But at the same time, Maria's somewhat lost eyes glanced at Henryk for a moment.

This cold and dangerous old hunter's expression was as complicated as Maria's at this moment.

Regret, joy, but also happiness and relief.

Seeing the look in the eyes of the old Yharnan hunter who should have always been as cold as a weapon, Maria seemed to understand something through time.

"Have you ever liked me, Henrik?"

Subconsciously, Maria asked.

But the moment she opened her mouth, she realized how abrupt and rude she was, and opened her mouth to say something remedial.

But the old hunter himself just smiled and didn't seem to care.

He took his khaki hat, patted the dust on his body, and spoke with ease and relief.

"You are Ms. Maria, a beautiful and powerful hunter. Maybe you don't know that you are a student of [The First Hunter]? In previous eras, most young hunters would always regard you as their ideal object of admiration."

"I'm no exception."

When people get older, they talk about the feelings or embarrassing things they had when they were young, with a unique air of indifference.

As a hunter, Henryk's feeling of 'bearishness' is even more obvious.

Everything has passed, and the past feelings and longings have become a photo in memory. He did still remember it, but he no longer had any sense of immersion.

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Henrik turned to look at Viola, who was telling a story to her two daughters, and Gascoigne, who was standing silently aside.

These things are all he cares about most now.

Maria also felt Henryk's already bearish and relieved mood, and she felt her heart gradually relax.

"I really don't know that those young hunters would admire me."

For some reason, Maria felt relieved, and her tone became relaxed as she spoke.

"What about your friend? His name is Mark? How is your relationship after such a long time?"

"Mark." Speaking of his old friend, Henrik paused for a moment while patting the dust with his hat, but soon returned to normal. "He's dead."

"Just before tonight, it turned into a wild beast and was hunted by myself and Lan En."

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The relaxation from the previous moment was gone from Maria's face.

The long night and the blood moon above put the cruel reality on everyone's mind.

The female hunter who was born in the Blood Noble family pursed her lips, hung the blood collection bottle **** her body, and looked at the path Lan En had taken that Henryk pointed out just now.

If the foreigner really took this road to get to the place he wanted, then there is no doubt that he is also responsible for it.

The atmosphere of relaxation and reminiscence disappeared, leaving only heaviness.

Maria's leather boots made a crisp sound on the stone floor as she walked towards the open side door of the chapel.

Maria paused one last time before going inside.

She lowered her head and did not turn around.

"So, your friend, Mark, did he pass away peacefully?"

"He died very happily." Henrik did not stand up or turn his head, he just answered in a low voice. "After that night, he became very afraid of fire. The two of us took advantage of this and made him die happily."

Maria pursed her lips and nodded, saying nothing, and walked into the small door. She compared her memories and searched in this building where she could vaguely recognize some traces of the past, but after all, times had changed.

After a while of twists and turns, she finally found the familiar road. The road leading to the hunter workshop established by her teacher, [First Hunter] Geman in the past.

Maria walked all the way in, but the familiar scene in her memory had long been dilapidated due to lack of care.

But now, the Blood Noble who has become a hunter does not like to indulge in nostalgic thoughts like her kin in Cainhurst.

She is more pragmatic and has a greater sense of responsibility. She feels that she is responsible for completing her duties.

Walking into the chapel-like workshop, in the empty room, there was only a trace of separation that had not yet been closed and emerged from mid-air.

Without hesitation, Maria walked straight in.

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"Your ability to recover is getting weaker and weaker, German."

During a dazzling and rapid sword fight, Lan En's left leg kicked coldly on Geman's incomplete wooden prosthesis of his right leg, and he spun around the moment he lost balance.

There was a loud bang!

The force of the spinning kick is enough to break a huge rock! [Smaug] The hardness of the leg armor doubled its lethality.

Geman's chest that received the kick was almost visibly deformed violently, as if the ribs supporting the chest no longer existed.

The old hunter spun around, bouncing on the ground several times as if floating on the water, and finally crashed into the roots of the big tree where he had rested before.

At this time, the originally quiet and beautiful sea of ​​white flowers had been tortured into ravines under the moonlight due to the two people fighting.

Geman's [Acceleration Technique] even allowed him to plow a ferocious ravine on the ground just by swinging his weapon to his side and running.

Lan En's airflow blade expanded his attack range several times.

With his current swordsmanship skills and basic physical fitness, the airflow blade that can be fired at will is already much stronger than Ashina Isshin himself.

Without using specific skills and waving it casually, his airflow blade is almost the same as the previous [Dragon Flash] that required activation skills.

Plants, trees, earth and rocks were only chopped into pieces under this sharp air blade.

The old hunter hit the ground with water, and every time he landed, he would hit a large piece of gravel and soil.

A black spot of soil was dug out above the sea of ​​white flowers.

Finally, it hit the root of a tree, and the wood exploded with dense thorns due to being squeezed by the outside.

The old hunter's chest, which was kicked to a pulp, is now recovering at a speed that can be detected by the naked eye. His clothes, which remained unchanged despite the injury at first, now even have to be restored to their original state after his body recovers.

But Lan En was not unscathed.

The glove with dragon scale armor on the outside touched the back of his neck.

When he brought it up to his eyes again, his palms were already bright red, and his back inside the armor felt like it was being slowly washed away by liquid.

This was a choice he made after confirming that the opponent's sickle only had steel and no strange blood in it during the moment of confrontation.

He hurt the back of his neck, but escaped a headshot and cut off the old hunter's hand.

Although Gehrman's [Funeral Blade] could not break through [Smaug]'s defense, Lan En's speed was definitely not at the same level as Gehrmann.

Specially attacking the unprotected head and neck, he almost succeeded in harvesting Lan En's head with a scythe several times.

The demon hunter has an indestructible heavy armor, but his speed is relatively lagging, and his head and neck are exposed.

Although the old hunter couldn't penetrate the armor, he was fast enough, and so far he didn't take ordinary and fatal injuries seriously.

All things considered, the situation is actually favorable to Gehrman.

But now.

"Is His support enough for you, old fellow?"

The Lake Lady's Sword turned into a brilliant sword in Lan En's hand, and the young man walked calmly and asked.

His face is a little pale now, that's because the demon hunter's body system is absorbing the magic potion and enduring the poison.

Under the combined effects of [Belisarius Furnace] and [Higher Swallow], the incision that almost cut from the skin to the cervical vertebrae of the back of the neck is healing rapidly.

The high temperature generated by the violent biological activity at the wound even made a "chichi" sound in the air.

[Higher Thunder] makes the already strengthened muscles more powerful.

The improvement in reaction brought about by [Advanced Blizzard] was the guarantee that even though Lan En's body could not keep up in several confrontations, his nerve reaction was not thrown away by Gehrman's speed.

Standing up from the depression at the root of the big tree, Geman himself still looked like he didn't care about any injuries or pain.

Makes people wonder if he is still a human being?

Or is it that under that human skin, there is only a body filled with power and controlled by a superior?

"You want to know the answer, so why don't you 'open your eyes' and see for yourself, dear boy?"

The old man said calmly with a thick voice in his throat.

‘Open your eyes’. Lan En understood what he meant.

He wanted to turn on [Spiritual Vision] for himself.

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