Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1288 1260. Shooting Appearance

Lan En pulled Adeline again without looking back, allowing her to avoid the blue-gray corrosive liquid splashing out of the cupboard.

The black-robed clergyman who was hit, when he was just knocked down from the second floor, could barely mutter two sobs blocked by blood foam.

But after being stabbed, there was no movement.

After being hit into the cupboard next to Lan En and the others, he was in the corrosive liquid, and only his body was twitching nervously.

Adeline subconsciously wanted to help the clergyman in a pile of broken glass and liquid, but Lan En did not let go.

The corrosiveness of the liquid seemed to be not light.

Under the uniform of the Healing Church, the clergyman's skin was rapidly carbonizing and blackening.

"Is that a gray-blood patient? Is this a symptom of delirium?"

There was a sense of absurdity in Lan En's words.

If it is true as Adeline said before, the gray-blooded patient just had some symptoms of mania and delirium due to his illness and attacked the doctor.

That really doesn't match the current situation at all!

Is this "mania and delirium"?

The "mania" that pierces people like chicken skewers and picks them up and throws them away?

"I, I don't know!"

Adeline said at a loss.

And the gray-blooded patient was still screaming at the top of his voice, waving his limbs and the infusion pole in his hand violently.

He had some small wounds on his body that were scratched when he jumped down from the upstairs just now.

At this time, his whole body was tense, and the unique gray-white blood would spray out from the wounds as soon as he shook his hands or turned around.

Lan En only felt that the hidden and complex stench of Yharnam beasts in the air became stronger.

Adeline looked around helplessly behind Lan En, only to see the busy clergy suddenly fleeing, while the descendants of Sumeru at the upper stairs were indifferent.

They were brought out from the ancient dungeon by the Healing Church and were indeed too rigid. The order was to guard the staircase interface, so as long as they were not approached, they would not care about anything.

"And the hunter!" Adeline suddenly broke free from Lan En's relaxed hand, holding the corner of her clothes and running in a certain direction, shouting as she ran, "Yes! I'm going to find the hunter!"

The reason why Lan En let go of Adeline's hand was because the gray-blooded patient was already rushing here!

He waved the infusion pole that he used as a weapon frantically and without any rules. The sharp broken end could easily pry out a few bricks when he passed over the ground under his violent power, and there was no feeling of obstruction at all.

This kind of power is highly beastly.

But Lan En just tilted his head to see that he dared to rush over just by virtue of his highly beastly mutation.

With a "whoosh", the demon hunter lifted up a corner of his cloak.

Then, the waving broken infusion rod pierced directly into the air where Lan En was originally standing.

With the sound of the sharp broken end of the infusion rod tearing the air, the demon hunter turned sideways lightly.

The body that was originally facing the gray-blooded patient had already turned sideways, avoiding the impact surface.

"Bang!"

Then there was a dull explosion!

Under the corner of Lan En's lifted cloak, the boots with external dragon scales had already been lifted up, driving the hem of the dragon skin skirt armor.

The swift and clean kick, the force was so clean and neat that even after the action was completed, the armor plates on Lan En's armor made a dense and slight collision sound.

The gray-blooded patient's body was almost bent into a sharp angle from the place where he was kicked, and he flew backwards with a "woohoo".

With a "bang", the body of the gray-blood patient collided with the wall of the research hall.

Several thick bricks were knocked out of the wall by the sudden pressure, or sunken. The originally flat wall became uneven.

The rough cloth sack covering the head of the gray-blood patient twitched and twisted visibly because of this.

And before he could slide down the wall.

"Hula~"

The cloak brought a gust of wind as it moved quickly.

Lan En's big hand pressed directly on the head of the gray-blood patient.

According to his previous habit, pressing other people's heads against the wall or the ground with irresistible force would make these people's heads calm down a little faster.

But this time, Lan En's palm, wearing the dragon scale leather gloves of [Smaug], just touched the rough cloth sack on the shoulder of the gray-blood patient, which should be covering the head.

His amber cat eyes narrowed slightly immediately.

And in a very short time, the hand that touched the opponent's head shook, and pressed on the opponent's chest to suppress it.

Under his swift movements, the scene was quite chaotic. Even if someone was always staring at him, they would probably only see a group of afterimages of the moving arm.

And they would not see the brief contact between the palm and the sack, and then the palm that finally pressed on the opponent's chest without moving.

The opponent's arm, which was as thin as a stick but could easily break large blocks of stone bricks, was still waving wildly, and there was no sign of calming down after the body was controlled.

But Lan En's other hand was in mid-air to counter the opponent's frantic movements.

Through his own skills and analysis, Lan En could even use the current physical contact to understand the next move of the crazy gray blood patient one step ahead of him.

The sound of the dry and hard flesh colliding with the armor, the heavy and ruthless collision almost made people feel toothache.

He used one hand to block the frantic attacks of the opponent's two arms in an orderly manner, and finally Lan En used the advantage of his larger palm to directly hold the opponent's two skinny arms.

This was considered to completely suppress the opponent's ability to move.

"Is there a doctor?" The demon hunter stared at the sack on the opponent's shoulder and shouted to the surroundings, "Is there a doctor who can take care of things?"

After he shouted a few times, the clergymen in the rooms around the first floor of the research hall slowly poked their heads out and approached this side cautiously.

Just as the gray blood patient was still screaming under Lan En's suppression, trying to hit him with the things under the sack.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and a big hole suddenly appeared in the sack on the shoulder of the gray-blooded patient.

The demon hunter immediately raised his hands and looked up, so that the rich and sticky liquid that burst out of the sack only fell on his cloak coat without touching his body.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the gunshot.

On the spiral staircase, a senior clergyman in a white uniform was slowly putting down the hunter's rifle in his left hand.

He stared at the patient's body expressionlessly as he walked the rest of the stairs and came to the first floor.

Without saying much, the clergymen in black robes around him seemed to be familiar with the route, and began to work in an orderly manner as if they had received instructions.

Lan En took two steps back.

Several clergymen in black robes came up, and they used brooms, mops and other things to clean up the cabinets and various liquids that were smashed and scattered all over the floor.

Several people went to take away the body of the clergyman who was also wearing black robes and was no longer moving.

The last few people ran to the gray blood disease patient whose head was blown off in front of Lan En, and began to take a notebook and examine the body, making a series of emergency records.

During the whole process, even the clergy who handled the body of their colleagues had a dull expression, as if they were wiping the soup spilled on the table.

A group of clergy dressed in black quietly handled a body that looked basically the same as them. This scene made people feel indescribably weird and cold.

The senior clergyman in white who fired the gun came over.

He held a hunter's cane that Lan En was familiar with in his hand, and there was no deterrent power before the weapon was transformed.

"Did you touch his head just now?"

The clergyman in white asked calmly, and he looked up at Lan En's eyes, which were like a pair of black abysses without fluctuations.

"No." Lan En said unnoticeably, and the palm that had just pressed on the patient's chest seemed to shake out of habit after exerting force.

The white-robed clergyman ‘happened’ to see Lan En’s palm when he shook his hand, and it was indeed not stained with any gray liquid.

He nodded slightly, and then, as if he was no longer paying attention to Lan En who had just suppressed the chaos in the research hall, he was ready to go over to command the reception of the body of the gray blood disease patient.

But just after taking a step, he seemed to remember something, turned his head, and barely revealed a stiff smile.

“By the way, are you a hunter? Or...?”

He asked seemingly casually.

But Lan En could feel that the other party’s eyes were sliding on his body like a slippery venomous snake.

The demon hunter smiled, held back the look that made people’s hair stand on end, and spoke.

“I”

“He is a new hunter.”

But before Lan En could speak, a cold and calm female voice came from behind.

The sound of leather boots stepping on the stone floor was clear and crisp, showing a decisive temperament.

The clergyman in white passed Lan En's figure and saw the person coming behind him. The stiff smile on his face was too lazy to put on.

He quickly turned back to his expressionless look and turned away.

Lan En also turned around and saw the woman who seemed to have interrupted him to protect him.

The capable, elegant and complicated hunting dress was simply a model of Gothic aesthetics.

The half-shoulder cape that only covered the left side was implicitly beautiful.

This was a very tall woman, about 1.9 meters tall, and she was both slender and strong.

Adeline had to trot with her skirt lifted to keep up with her normal walking efficiency.

After walking to Lan En's side, she first looked at the back of the clergyman in white walking away, and then raised her head and looked at Lan En with the tricorn hat with swan feathers on her head.

The moment the demon hunter saw that face under the shadow of the brim of the hat, his pupils shrank slightly involuntarily.

This person looks exactly like that doll?!