Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1348 1320. Wake up

While Lan En was looking up, the [Quen Seal] on his armor automatically triggered and opened up the gap for the fragmented bullets.

The sickle blade that had fallen off during the transformation of the weapon was pulled back into the palm of his right hand by Geman who stretched out his hand sideways.

The next moment

"Sizzle!"

A sharp explosion and a dazzling spark appeared at the same time!

The spark was extremely intense and bright, and the intensity of the short exposure even made the surrounding environment seem dark for a moment!

And after this moment, the real violent sound waves swept out.

Starting from Lan En's side, a sharp and hideous knife mark extended from his feet to twenty meters away.

The broken soil and rocks flew everywhere, and the flying white petals were stirred by the wind and did not fall down for a long time.

Geman, who was already holding the sickle blade of [Funeral Blade] in his right hand, turned around at the end of this cut mark.

The wind, which was a step behind him, just caught up with a "boom" at this time. The expanding and surging air violently stirred the petals that were already floating up into more pieces and blew them higher.

And Lan En slowly put down his arm that had just blocked his neck.

On the outside of his arm armor, a small area on the dragon scales of [Smaug] was like lava that was gradually cooling down.

From the bright red color, it slowly dimmed and finally turned back to the normal bone white.

Yes, compared with Lan En, Geman's skills are more limited.

He can't use the airflow blade to expand the attack range, and he doesn't have the magic tricks of the demon hunter.

But there is only one thing. He is really, really, very fast!

In the drifting petals, Geman turned around.

On the old man's body, the blue flame that seemed to be burning statically was becoming more and more vigorous and surging.

And on the sickle held by his one hand, a large piece of metal at the edge of the blade was like the situation on Lan En's arm armor in the distance.

It was slowly fading from the red color that was glowing at high temperature.

The moment he got the sickle back in his hand, German immediately activated his body and the [Acceleration Technique] that he had developed to the extreme.

Compared to the sickle state of the weapon, his one-handed sword technique could even be called crude, but once it was matched with his own speed

Just now, he really just raised the knife to his side and rushed past Lann.

And such a simple and rough move directly rubbed the outside of [Smaug]'s arm armor and a section of the [Funeral Blade]'s blade, and it became shiny and red!

On the sea of ​​flowers on the ground, his speed and the blade placed on the outside of his body also plowed a hideous huge crack!

The sickle in German's hand slowly dropped until it approached the wooden prosthesis.

The sickle of [Funeral Blade] is sharpened on both sides.

In the sickle state, German uses the inner bend of the sickle to cut.

In the one-handed state, the outer arc of the sickle blade is used for slashing.

"The armor is good. Although it looks old-fashioned." German praised it again slowly. "It seems to be made of the scales of some monster? It's really strange. I haven't seen it before."

"It's a foreigner's foreign armor." Lan En shook the arm that was raised to block the sickle blade just now, and said indifferently, "Why, are you interested?"

"Hehe." Under the brim of German's hat, he smiled indifferently, "My bones are old enough, and I don't want to pursue any old-fashioned armor."

The next moment, the old hunter with a smile on his face suddenly disappeared!

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"Suck~"

With a sudden inhalation, Maria subconsciously reached for her waist to grab her [Falling Leaves] long knife.

What made her feel fortunate and relieved was that she immediately grabbed her weapon in a familiar position.

"No one touched them."

A voice that felt familiar, but strange to Maria, sounded from the side.

It was the voice of an old man in his fifties or sixties, wearing a mask, so it was a bit dull.

It was a hunter.

Maria opened her eyes, picked up the tricorn hat with swan feathers from beside her face, and straightened up while pressing the hat on her head.

Cold and calm, even if standing in a pool of broken meat and blood, the voice of the Yharnam hunter was always like this.

So Maria immediately recognized that the old man who spoke to her was an old hunter.

A very dangerous old hunter.

Maria stood up cautiously, her hand never left the handle of the long knife at her waist, and her eyes never left the old hunter in the khaki coat.

She could feel that the other party was also on guard against her. But the other party's vigilance was always subtle and not revealed at all.

But Maria's left shoulder and arm, but the hair stood up unconsciously under the coat.

Once, when Maria was stared at by a ferocious and terrifying beast during hunting, her body had this warning feeling.

It's just that this time the direction and focus are stronger.

Because the left side of her body is the weakest point in her swordsmanship.

And she is sure that she has never dealt with this old hunter before.

In other words, can you tell my weak direction just from my body habits?

Not only have we never dealt with him before, but in Maria's impression, there is no such character among the most powerful hunters.

Behind Henryk, two little girls in dresses who were originally poking their heads were now huddled in the arms of their mother on the other side of the Orton chapel, looking curiously in this direction.

After Maria carefully moved her body after waking up from the poisoning, she could see clearly where she was now.

There was a soft 'click' sound, and the leather glove was released from the handle of the knife.

Under Maria's cold eyes, she raised her hand to slightly smooth her white hair, which was a little messy because she just got up from the ground.

The female hunter arranged her hair neatly and neatly, and at the same time, the blood noble itself had an elegant nobility.

The combined movements and temperament made the two little girls peeking curiously from a distance couldn't help but exclaim in their mother's arms.

Viola, who was holding them, patted their heads in amusement.

But Henrik, who was sitting on the steps looking at each other, his eyes sandwiched between the mask and the brim of his hat, were always calm.

"Calm down? Well, it looks like you are indeed Ms. Maria."

"It seems we have never met, sir." Maria said calmly, taking the opportunity to tidy up her lace scarf that was stained red due to vomiting blood.

"But Adeline was sleeping there, and there were women and children. It didn't look like a battleground, or an execution site."

"Since there is no danger for the time being, there is only one problem left."

Maria lowered her head and looked seriously at Henrik sitting on the steps.

"The man who brought me here, a very tall man, where is he?"

"Lan?" Henrik didn't mean to hide anything. "He wanted to end this long night of hunting, so he planned to do something."

"What exactly?"

"Be specific." Faced with further questioning, the old hunter showed no signs of wavering. "He doesn't want to tell me. I trust him, so I won't ask any more questions."

"Hunting night." Maria pinched the bridge of her nose with a headache, "I haven't asked yet, what does this word mean?"

".Humph." Henryk was a little stunned and silent at first, and then he smiled lowly under the mask, "Yes, you shouldn't know. After all, in the past, lycanthropy was not common. Was it declared 'annihilated'?"

Maria opened her mouth wordlessly. In her understanding, this was indeed the case.

In the days of Old Yharnam, except for the last day when the fire spread, lycanthropy did not really seem to be a noticeable problem.

"The number of lycanthropic patients was increasing, so the hunters had to choose one night to let people go home and walk on the streets to kill all the lunatics who dared to go out."

Henrik briefly talked about the concept of hunting night, but just this simple sentence was enough to make Maria, a person from the old Yharnam era, be stunned.

"Hunter. Hunting in the street?"

Maria murmured in pain and disbelief.

"Will the situation continue to deteriorate like this?"

"What did we do back then?"

"I don't know what you senior people did back then." Henrik said casually. At the same time, he seemed to relax, raising his hand to take off his hat and unbutton his mask.

"But if you need, you can rest in this Orton chapel. After all, you were entrusted by Lan En."

"Oudun. Chapel?" Maria seemed a little familiar after hearing the name.

The Orton Chapel is located on the edge of the church town and has been built for a long time.

She scanned the small chapel, seeming to match the current terrain with her long-standing memories.

Finally, after seeing a small door opened on the side of the chapel, Maria's eyes froze.

"Lan En." Her eyes remained motionless, but she asked, "When he left, where did he go?"

Henrik casually pointed behind him, which was the small door that Maria had been staring at.

In the eyes of this blood noble, that road already coincided with the place in his memory.

That was - a hunter's workshop established by his teacher, Geman!

White flowers bloomed there, and many hunters' weapons were perfected and trained there.

When Lan En embarked on this path, his so-called ‘doing something’ naturally went without saying in Maria’s eyes.

He subconsciously tightened his grip on his weapon.

"Do you still have a blood collection bottle with you?"

When she asked this question, Maria suddenly realized that she seemed to have not asked the old hunter in front of her what his name was, which was a bit too impolite.

But before she could make amends, Henrik, who had already taken off his mask and hat, pointed to Maria's feet.

There was a blood collection bottle with a standard strap, twenty in total, just like a belt containing shotgun bullets.

Maria bent down and picked up a series of hunting-standard blood collection bottles.

"Aren't you going to stop me?"

she asked cautiously.

Henrik shook his head.

"He didn't ask me to follow him, but he didn't say anything about you. I trust him, but I have to admit, I'm also a little worried about him."

Suddenly, Maria, who bent down to pick up the blood collection bottle, was stunned when she looked at Henryk's calm and old face.

"Are you..." she asked tentatively, uncertainly, "Henryk?"