Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1309 1281. Hunting Night in Old Yharnam

Henrik and Mark were just like usual. They found a place as a gathering point and gathered before nightfall.

Two young men with little experience, one became a formal hunter and the other joined the church hunters.

Although there are not many beast patients now, the formation of hunters will waste defense force and reduce the defense area, but no one will say much.

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

Although no words were said, this was even considered a warm greeting among the hunters in Yharnam.

The moon gradually rose, and the wide moonlight was divided by the tall and sharp Gothic spires of Yharnam.

"Same as before."

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

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

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

Beast patients are generally afraid of fire, so the church hunters are also good at using fire.

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 was carried on Mark's back. The hammer was a huge stone block of nearly half a cubic meter. The hammer surface was engraved with many mottos and scriptures of the Healing Church in complex cursive characters.

Such a large piece of stone should weigh one to one and a half tons.

The hammer head of this size is only a circle smaller than the hammers of the hunters of the New World Survey Team.

But as a church hunter who has received [Blood Therapy] enhancement, Mark can use this heavyweight weapon.

And the hammer handle is actually a scabbard, which contains a simple and practical one-handed sword.

In this quiet night, it should be enough to just pull out the one-handed sword.

Yes, 'quiet night'.

Henrik and Mark actually spent the most time patrolling at night.

In today's Yharnam, the emerging plague of gray blood disease seems to have overwhelmed the ancient beast disease.

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

Henrik even discussed with Mark that in order to better practice, they should work separately in a few days.

Otherwise, there would be no one to practice with.

But fortunately, they were lucky today.

In a dark and damp alley, two hunters walked in, stepping on a layer of misty cold fog close to the ground.

It was a similar scene to the first time young Henrik and Lan En met, but this time, the torch dispelled the darkness and illuminated two thin and tall strange figures deep in the alley.

Typical beast patients.

The tough and rough black hair grew luxuriantly, even piercing the clothes, and the body was twisted and stretched to more than two meters by the beast disease.

Their faces were still wrapped in dirty bandages.

It looks like they wanted to cover the black hair on their faces before the beast disease progressed to this stage.

At that time, they should still have some reason.

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

Henrik asked: "One for each person?"

Mark replied: "Fair enough."

On this quiet night, two hunters with little experience even had to share prey to get exercise.

Mark has always been decisive in doing things.

He first used the flamethrower in his hand to dazzle the beast patient opposite with the flame sprayed in the face, and then he chopped it with the one-handed sword in his right hand.

The beast patient's condition is still relatively primary, and the disease has not brought it strong vitality.

So Mark chopped off half of its palm that was raised to try to resist with one sword, and the second sword chopped off a part of its forearm, and the third sword chopped off its neck.

This is an unskilled type among hunters.

Normal Yharnam hunters basically enter the execution process after the first successful flame dazzle.

Mark used three swords to end the beast patient's activities.

But while Mark was still thinking about the flaws in his technique, Henrik hadn't finished yet.

The hunter's musket fired again and again, but the beast patient on the opposite side didn't seem to be hurt.

Finally, the gunfire in the alley stopped for a while.

Under the impact of the perfect shot, the beast patient's limbs were stiff and uncontrolled, and his legs were so weak that he half-knelt down.

And Henrik obviously didn't expect the result of this shot, he was completely blinded just now.

Then he rushed from the shooting distance of the musket to the close distance, trying to stab the beast patient's chest and abdomen with the gloves with iron shells on his fingertips.

But it was too late, the limbs were unbalanced and the posture collapsed due to the impact of the gun, and the delicate opportunity was fleeting.

When Henrik rushed to the close distance, the patient had already stood up again.

As a last resort, facing the beastman's fierce counterattack, Henrik's meat saw flashed and chopped off one of the opponent's hands.

The beastman rolled on the ground unbalanced and howled.

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

Mark walked to Henrik and asked with a frown.

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

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

Just now, Henrik, the hunter, didn't care how much he shot with his musket, and the beastman on the opposite side didn't seem to be killed no matter how much he shot.

It was obvious that they were not special mercury bullets.

"Hunting with ordinary bullets is strictly prohibited."

Mark said as he read from the script.

"I have mercury bullets." But Henrik slapped his waist bag and choked with confidence, "But I finally met someone I could practice with, I shouldn't let him go."

"There are fewer and fewer beastmen."

At the end, Henrik had some emotion.

"Of course they will become fewer and fewer." Mark said it was natural, "The Healing Church has developed [Blood Therapy], and we can save everyone."

"As long as the gray blood disease is over, the beast disease that has always plagued Yharnam will be overcome by us, sooner or later."

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

"That's why I joined the church hunters. Ordinary hunters who are responsible for cleaning up beast diseases will sooner or later have no work to do."

Henrik was no longer surprised by his friends' overt and covert persuasion to join the church hunters.

He shook his head and said, "Let's talk about it when the day comes. I still like to be free. The rules of the church are too big."

As he spoke, the young hunter narrowed his eyes between the tricorn hat and the mask.

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

Then he stepped on the cold mist on the ground and the smelly blood of the beast, took a step forward, and put the muzzle of the gun against the head of the wailing beast patient.

Because the beast patient lost an arm, it was difficult for him to even stand steadily, and he had completely lost the value of being a "training object".

So Henrik directly used the mercury bullet and planned to blow its head off.

Beside Henrik, Mark had turned around bored and was ready to walk out of the dim alley and continue their night patrol.

But, just as this peaceful night was about to continue.

"Tap-"

"Click."

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

The hunter's footsteps were light and swift, and he would not step hard on the ground unless he lost control.

The hunter's gun-holding skills were refined through thousands of trials, and they pursued the pursuit of being stimulated at any time. They would not hold the gun tightly like novices, which would make them inaccurate and slow to shoot.

And Henrik and Mark made noises that should not have been made at the same time at this moment, which could only mean that at this moment, they both lost control!

It was not just the two of them, nor was it just this alley!

A sudden and abrupt silence covered the entire Yharnam in an instant.

Everyone realized that something had happened, but most people did not know what had happened.

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

And after this moment

"Roar!!!"

Yharnam City, which was originally dead silent in the night, suddenly erupted with a deafening beast roar!

Henrik and Mark, two young hunters, were still discussing the increasingly rare beast disease in Yharnam a minute ago, and what hunters like them could do in the future.

But a minute later, the roars of beast patients seemed to come from all over Yharnam in the blink of an eye!

Pervasive! Everywhere!

And the nearest one, without a doubt. Right in front of them!

Henrik's eyes, sandwiched between the tricorn hat and the mask, suddenly widened in horror.

Because right in front of him was this beast patient whose head he had pointed with a hunter's rifle and whose hand had been broken.

In the blink of an eye, the long process of the development and deterioration of beast disease was completed!

In the last second, it was still a mild beast patient with a dirty bandage on his face, wearing an ill-fitting suit jacket and sweatshirt, barely covering the clump of black hair.

But the next second.

With the sound of "Cila La", the black hair that surged was tough and rough, directly tearing the clothes and bandages!

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

The hands and feet that originally had human appearance turned into thinner, more slender claws and legs with recurved joints.

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

"Bang!"

The muzzle flame flashed!

Although Henrik was shocked, he still seized the opportunity in his shock and fired a shot immediately!

The hunter's musket, which was originally pointed at the opponent's head, fired a mercury bullet mixed with hunter's blood.