Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1313 1285. Blockade

Although they did not travel with Maria and Lan, Mark and Henrik supported each other and continued to move towards the upper levels of Yharnam.

But it was different from what they expected, that "everyone ran to the church town on the higher ground".

The road to the church town was very quiet.

The flames were burning, the buildings were collapsing, and the air was filled with a strong choking smell of smoke and blood.

"Splash~"

Mark and Henrik were almost stunned, looking down at the splashes of water caused by their footsteps.

In a city where the fire was out of control, there was so much water, which should have been a blessing, but the problem was that these liquids were blood!

The passage to the church town had not been completely repaired. There was only a stone brick road here, sandwiched between the rocks on both sides.

And the huge amount of blood made Mark and Henrik almost mistake it for a puddle.

"Where is this place."

Under the mask, Henrik said hesitantly in a low voice with a tone that was almost groaning.

What on earth happened here? !

There were many corpses, most of which were from the townspeople of Yharnam.

They were still wearing their daily clothes, overalls, dresses, etc.

But the corpses themselves were already in pieces, and some of them were still scorched.

The extent of the damage to these corpses was so great that even Henrik and Mark could not tell from the scars what killed them and why so much blood was oozing out and accumulating here.

"Those... beasts of disaster!"

Mark trembled his lips and whispered in a low voice.

Apart from the monsters spawned by the beast disease, what else could create such a bloody and weird picture?

Henrik and Mark did not dare to stay any longer and take a closer look.

The night was already too dark.

They hurried forward, and finally, in the midst of their fearful high alert, some vague human voices appeared in front of them.

Human voices.

On this night, even two young hunters would feel comforted by hearing the voices of a large number of their own kind.

When they got closer and saw who those people were, they felt relieved.

"Mr. Ludwig!"

Mark spoke first. Although he didn't feel tired, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

This was a sense of relaxation from a psychological level.

Just because of one person, the founder of the church hunters, the glorious Ludwig.

This legendary hunter was standing with a group of old hunters and his church hunters, each of them lowered their heads and talked about something.

Mark had met Maria before, and his expression was not unusual.

Because although Maria was famous, a large part of the reason was that she was the apprentice of [First Hunter] Geman.

But Ludwig, he himself was a legend.

Mark took the lead and walked quickly towards this group of elite hunters, and Henrik also trotted a few steps with him.

But after trotting two steps, Henrik, who was originally following Mark, couldn't help but stop.

The pair of eyes sandwiched between the tricorn hat and the mask, with a look of doubt, scanned the legendary famous, heroic and glorious Ludwig, and the group of hunters he led.

Ludwig looked tired, but persistent, which made him feel like a martyred monk in the story.

Henrik felt that everyone's evaluation of this heroic hunter was not wrong.

But on the other hand

What is the situation of these hunters? !

Henrik's heart suddenly tightened, and the reason was very clear - the malice shot from the eyes of many old hunters, and the bloody smell that was so thick that it made people almost unable to breathe!

Henrik's footsteps were sluggish in these anomalies.

But Mark seemed to be paying attention to Ludwig, so he continued to approach without noticing.

This is normal. After all, it is not easy to count how many church hunters entered this cruel profession because of the personal worship of Ludwig.

But the proportion of the answer must be not small.

"We found a tragic scene not far ahead, Ludwig!"

Mark, who was always calm and a little cold, had very obvious emotions in his tone at this time.

"Many people died there, and the blood had accumulated into a pool. It must have been done by a very ferocious beast!"

Was there a sense of relief in that tone? The confidence of having a backbone? The joy of finally being able to end it all?

Henrik didn't know what emotions Mark had in his heart at this moment, it was too complicated.

But there was no doubt that the founder of the Church Hunters could not respond to Mark's current emotions and intentions at this time.

Ludwig's tired but persistent face nodded up and down.

"Yes, I know the situation over there." He said calmly, "But now, Mark. I need you to give your friend behind you a blood collection bottle."

If it was a day ago, when Ludwig called out his name, Mark's calm face would probably immediately show a look of surprise and glory.

But now, he was just stunned.

"No." Mark looked confused, as if he was not sure if he had heard it wrong. "Ludwig, I just said that there is one or more dangerous animals not far ahead."

"Yes, I heard it." Ludwig interrupted Mark, pursed his lips, and repeated his words, "But I ask you now to give the hunter behind you an injection of blood. Immediately."

Mark looked at the leader of the church hunters he belonged to in disbelief.

Knowing clearly that a large number of people were slaughtered by wild beasts nearby, the glorious Ludwig just calmly asked a hunter to give him an injection of blood in front of him? !

What on earth.

"Blood bottles are precious! We don't have much left! And it's still very dangerous here!"

"Give him an injection." Facing Mark's argument, Ludwig just calmly repeated, "Give him an injection in front of us."

"Then you can pass through here and go up to the church town."

Mark was stunned, and even took a step back unconsciously.

But Henrik had already reacted.

His mask bulged slightly, and that was his lips whispering.

"If I don't want to take a blood collection bottle."

The young hunter, the sense of relief brought by his companions just now, has disappeared at this time.

He glanced at the rumored Ludwig and the hunters behind him indifferently.

"What will you do?"

For a moment, Henrik saw the hunters' hats with exaggerated smiles that were almost not human.

It seemed that they were also looking forward to this question.

With a "click", the sound of the hunters' horn loading was extremely abrupt in the silent atmosphere.

Mark's body trembled at this sound as if he suddenly woke up from hysteria.

He only noticed at this time that this group of hunters and Ludwig were stained with a lot of blood.

Their windbreakers, weapons, and hats were covered with blood, just like the blood pool before!

"Those people didn't die from wild beasts before, but you killed them."

Henrik said calmly in a declarative tone.

At this sentence, Ludwig suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath in pain.

After a moment of silence, Ludwig whispered.

"This is not an ordinary beast disease, young man. This is a beast disaster."

"You have come all the way and should have seen the difference tonight. Even the most normal-looking people may suddenly turn into beasts in the next second."

"We have taken in many people in the Church Town and mobilized all the [blood therapy] reserves to let each of them get a shot when they come in. Now, only the people in the Church Town are absolutely safe and absolutely pure."

Ludwig's eyes were full of pain, but he still insisted on looking at Henrik with these painful eyes.

"Do you understand? For those residents who are definitely fine, we must never allow possible dangers and plagues to enter the Church Town!"

A pocket watch appeared in Ludwig's hand.

After he opened it, he pointed the dial at Henrik.

"The Church's [blood therapy] reserves have run out. So I can only let you get a shot here to ensure your purity."

He glanced at Mark.

"The clergy of the church will not be infected with the beast disease, so he does not need to be checked. And he is familiar with blood and can recognize what is a fake and inferior blood collection bottle and what is a precious blood collection bottle produced by the church."

"Let him give you an injection in front of us."

"Time is running out. After the church has consumed all its [blood therapy] reserves, it has also given a deadline to block the road."

As he said this, Ludwig closed the cover of his pocket watch heavily.

"You should be the last group of people who can be allowed to pass if you really have regular blood collection bottles in your hands."

Henrik and Mark both had stiff faces at this time.

They did not ask again, "What if you don't have a regular blood collection bottle produced by the healing church in your hands?"

The blood pool not far from here has made the intentions of these hunters very clear.

They are responsible for combat missions, so it is impossible for them to give out their blood collection bottles.

And if those who want to enter the church town cannot complete self-proof, they will be presumed guilty!

That is. Kill them all!

Somehow, Henrik's eyes suddenly flashed the burning city that they had left behind, and the corpses they had seen on the road.

Those killed by fire, killed by wild beasts, and killed by people.

He suddenly tightened the meat saw in his hand.

But there was no room for him to move.

Although the amplitude of his subconscious movement was not even felt by Mark beside him.

But Ludwig raised the huge gun in his hand with a "click".

"Don't be impulsive, young man."

Ludwig's gun pointed accurately at Henrik's head, and even the angle of the gun's movement completely blocked all his possible movement paths.

As a person pointing a gun at others, Ludwig's face was heavy and painful.

He looked at Henrik almost beggingly.

"I beg you, don't do this."