Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1311 1283. Burning

The upper body of the beast patient was smashed into a paste by Mark's angry hammer.

Only the claws of the hind legs were left, and they were still twitching on the wet ground because of their tenacious vitality, making a "click-click" sound of nails hitting the ground.

Henrik also turned back and rushed over a second later.

He was walking in the front, and he needed to turn around when the accident happened, so he was a second late.

But whether it was Mark or Henrik, their faces were very ugly.

Even if they were blocked by the mask, they were still ugly beyond words.

"We failed again."

The young Henrik lowered his head and said as he looked at the broken bodies on the ground.

This was actually the second wave of residents they had found.

They were inexperienced, and the first wave of people rescued from the sea of ​​fire were instantly killed by the beast patients who jumped out from behind because they were both in front to clear the way.

And the second wave of people they just rescued, they have improved and learned lessons.

One of them led the way, while the other followed behind, but in the end, it was still

It can only be said that the progress of the two young hunters in this night was too small for this cruel night itself.

"We." Henryk was surprised to find that Mark's voice was full of bitterness, "Can we really save others?"

Beastiality.

This ancient disease, which had been no news in Yharnam and even seemed a little insignificant under the shadow of gray blood disease, why did it become like this tonight? !

The sudden onset without signs, the rapid progression of the disease, and the red light in the patient's eyes that had never been seen before

Why today?

Why now?

——What are we experiencing now? !

Mark held the flamethrower in his hand, his mind was in chaos, and the hunter's grip made the metal handle creak.

The buildings on the street collapsed, and the cracked bricks and wood could not bear the weight of the building.

"Boom" a whole wall collapsed.

Henry pulled Mark to avoid being crushed by the ruins of the building.

But when they turned their eyes, they saw that there were many corpses in the ruins of the building.

Perhaps many families on the street had nowhere to go and gathered together for shelter.

But maybe the fire finally burned over, or maybe, like Henrik and his friends, a beast patient suddenly appeared in the crowd.

In short, what finally appeared in front of Henrik and Mark was just a pile of tangled and piled human corpses.

"Ah! Ah!"

A dry and weak voice sounded.

A human figure with skin and fat burned off stood up in the pile of human limbs. It looked like a skinned and bloody frog.

Henrik and Mark couldn't help but open their mouths and stared at the human figure in the fire and ruins.

They knew that there should be one person in the group who still had a blood collection bottle. He gave himself an injection before he died, so he could show such a terrifying survival ability.

But this was also the first time they saw the other side of [blood therapy].

The other side that no longer had sacred and religious meanings.

The humanoid who had stabbed himself with a blood collection bottle had already collapsed in the pain of the flames. He couldn't even say a meaningful word, and couldn't even shout "Save me", but just raised his head and whimpered meaninglessly.

The skin all over his body was burned, and the fat heated to liquid flowed down his body, and finally stuck his limbs to the bodies of others, and couldn't be separated.

At this point, he still couldn't die even if he wanted to.

Because of [Blood Therapy].

Mark looked at him blankly, and then raised the flamethrower in his hand blankly.

Finally, he shivered violently, as if he felt it was hot, and threw his left hand weapon out.

The flamethrower hit the ground with a "ding ling bang" all the way.

"Calm down, Mark!" Henrik took off his tricorn hat and wiped his eyes fiercely with his hands.

Even though only a slit of his eyes was exposed on his face, it was now red from the smoke and covered with black ash.

"Let's go up! To Church Town! The fire is getting bigger and bigger here, we can't hold on!"

Or rather, they can actually hold on, after all, they still have a few blood collection bottles on them.

But when Mark and Henrik saw the humanoid wailing in the flames but unable to die, they tacitly "forgot" this point.

"Save as many as you can on the way, retreat upwards!"

While speaking, Henrik pulled Mark, who also came back to his senses, and they crossed the street and climbed up a vertical ladder, evacuating towards the top of Yharnam.

Church Town.

The Church Town built by the Healing Church has a separation zone with Yharnam. It is a natural separation zone along the height difference of the mountain.

It is difficult for the fire in Yharnam to burn up there.

In any case, the current Church Town must be a good place to take refuge.

"Yes, Church Town." Mark muttered to himself as he climbed up, "We can notify everyone to take refuge in Church Town! Yes! We can!"

The two of them were already at a relatively high altitude in Yharnam, overlooking most of Yharnam.

But Mark only looked back and quickly turned his head back.

The city was burning, with houses on fire everywhere, and the swaying flames brought up columns of black smoke.

The black smoke kept rising upwards, finally blending into the dark night sky.

The roars of crows and wild dogs were mixed with the voices of lycanthropic patients, and the screams of humans were inconspicuous at all.

"Climb up, Mark! Move fast!"

Henrik shouted from above.

He had also turned his head and looked back on the ladder just now, and he didn't look back immediately in horror like Mark did after just one glance.

Then he saw more things.

——Three patients whose condition has progressed to the point where they are lying on all fours and turning completely into beasts are climbing up with their breathtaking red eyes staring at them!

I have never seen the patient Henrik who is already on all fours and fully transformed into a beast!

Not to mention the experience of fighting against an enemy who is on all fours with red eyes!

He thought that if he could fight against one of them, he might be able to get by.

But now there are three at once!

"Climb quickly! Climb up!"

Henrik shouted, climbing up the ladder on his hands and knees.

Mark also cheered up at this time and followed closely behind Henryk.

The two people's boots clicked on the vertical ladder, hurriedly and nervously.

"We're almost up there, just barely! We can't fight them on the ladder!"

Henrik looked straight at the end of the vertical ladder, where there was a platform.

At the moment, the three red-eyed patients who were completely transformed into beasts, their claws clawing into the wall and climbing up, and the sound of their breathing out from their distorted throats were getting closer and closer.

Henrik never dared to think of competing with them in climbing.

He couldn't get away from him, and he was about to be caught up with him.

All he wanted now was to find a suitable place to fight before he was overtaken, unlike on this vertical ladder, where even resisting would be disadvantageous.

But Henrik, who was staring straight at the end of the vertical ladder, felt a red light flash before his eyes, followed by a cold numbness from his chest.

On the opposite side of this vertical ladder for people to climb, there is a narrow mezzanine, but Henrik never expected that there was a lycanthropic patient in this mezzanine!

Its claws passed through the gap in the middle of the vertical ladder and directly grabbed Henrik's chest!

The Yharnam hunters have a quick and crisp fighting style. For this fighting style, their armors are said to be for defense, but in fact they are just very strong and thick leather jackets and windbreakers.

Of course, this kind of equipment allows people to move easily, but when the terrain is restricted and movement is impossible, the so-called 'defense effect' is really not obvious.

Henrik's eyes were dull. The lycanthrope hidden in the mezzanine directly dug out two of his ribs with one claw!

And when the claws were digging out, the broken rib bones were also pulled out of the body.

In the blink of an eye, Henryk's chest and the front of his pants were wet with blood flowing down.

"brute!"

Mark below was sprinkled with Henryk's blood on his face, but he immediately reacted to the unexpected incident. While cursing angrily, he used his hands to run up the vertical ladder a lot!

He jumped straight up to the same height as Henrik.

Mark's legs were hooked on the side of the vertical ladder, with one hand holding Henrik who was losing strength due to heavy bleeding, and holding a one-handed sword in one hand, he stabbed towards the opposite side from the gap of the vertical ladder.

"Ouch!"

The mezzanine on the opposite side is very narrow, which makes it difficult for the lycanthropic patient to be discovered, but it also makes it impossible to escape.

The one-handed sword stabbed directly into the intersection of the patient's neck and collarbone, causing him to burst out screaming.

Mark simply let go and held his one-handed sword no longer entangled.

At the same time, he took off the head of the church stone hammer from his back and threw it down the vertical ladder.

One climbed on the wall and chased him upwards. The closest lycanthropic patient was immediately hit by a heavy stone hammer.

Taking out the blood collection bottle from his pocket, Mark plunged it into Henrik's thigh with a pop.

Not even a single breath is taken.

Henrik, who had been blinded just now and couldn't grasp the vertical ladder, immediately became energetic.

"You have no weapons!"

Henrik took a breath, grasped the vertical ladder by himself again, and said to Mark.

"Let's live for now."

The young church hunter pursed his lips seriously and said.

Taking advantage of the lag caused by Mark's series of actions on the lycanthropic patient, the two people hurriedly and slowly climbed to the end of the vertical ladder.

This is another street. The huge height difference between the two streets is a characteristic of Yanan.

But the situation is still not optimistic.

The sound of claws clasping against the wall came soon after, and Henryk stood ready in the direction of the vertical ladder they had just climbed up.

Mark gritted his teeth and searched around, trying to find something on the burning streets that could at least be used as a weapon.