Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1364 1336. Reality of Life

For some reason, Maria’s eyes flashed with disbelief.

Yes, ‘I don’t know why’.

After all, in Maria’s subjective time, she had seen the sun and the day not long ago. All the changes and the collapse of the worldview actually originated from the previous night, just one night.

But for some reason, Maria felt the light covering the side of her face under the brim of her hat, and she actually felt a melancholy as if she were in another world.

How long was that night before?

How long has it been since I last saw the sun?

Or, have I ever really seen the light?

The contradiction between memory and feeling made Maria, who took a step out of the alley, freeze there.

She looked up at the sunlight piercing through the gaps in the Gothic spires of Yharnam, at a loss and disbelief.

Then she looked back at the alley, the demon hunter who seemed to have fainted from exhaustion, but still smiled with his head down.

"What did you do?"

Her slender legs in long leather boots stepped on the stone brick floor, and she trotted to Lan En's side and half-knelt down, asking anxiously in an unconscious tone.

She herself didn't know what she was anxious about at this time, but this emotion of disbelief kept surging from the bottom of her heart.

"What did you do?!"

Unconsciously, Maria didn't have the style and habit of the Yharnam hunters who would remain silent even when the blade cut across their throats.

Her voice spread far in this empty dawn.

So far that it attracted something.

The "click" sound of claws stepping on the stone brick floor at least helped Maria break free from the wave of chaotic emotions and restore the qualities of a Yharnam hunter.

She turned around smoothly and quickly to face the entrance of the alley, and the one-shoulder cloak on her left shoulder swung in the air in a gorgeous and neat arc.

The Cainhurst precision musket in her left hand was loaded and aimed.

The unique cold murderous aura of the Yharnam hunters was aimed at that place.

But "Awoo?"

A skinny dog, just about to pass through the alley, jumped three feet high as if suddenly pricked by a needle, and its messy hair also exploded.

It ran away with a whimper without looking back.

Maria, whose finger was already on the trigger of the musket, was very uncultured and stared blankly, watching the dog under the muzzle run away.

Because it was a normal dog!

Although it was dirty and thin, and looked almost dead, it was indeed a normal creature!

Its ribs were not exposed, and although its belly was flat, it still had a layer of belly skin covering the bones and internal organs. Its messy hair also grew from the skin, not from the bones, internal organs, and bone marrow inside the body!

When Maria saw a normal creature for the first time, she felt like she saw the sun.

In her subjective memory, she should have seen these things just now, but her feelings could not match her memory.

Subconsciously, Maria pressed her tricorn hat with her gun-holding hand, using this action to stabilize her head from the contradictory confusion.

"Dreams. Reality and the past are all too messy."

The female hunter whispered in a tangled voice.

In the chaos of a group of high-dimensional life forms fighting each other, everything in Yharnam seemed illogical, absurd and chaotic.

But fortunately, the hunters in Yharnam were used to dealing with this situation.

Given that it was already sunrise and even ordinary creatures had begun to run around in the city, Maria could finally give up her previous plan to find a way and find help by herself.

She supported Lan En, who was in a semi-comatose state, and walked with his arm.

If it was in that dangerous night in Yharnam, then Maria felt that it would be safer for both of them to cover the unconscious Lan En with some disguise first, and then go alone to find someone, rather than carrying a heavy burden around.

Maria walked with Lan En in this city shining with the light of dawn.

Although she already knew that this was the "future" Yharnam, the scene in front of her still surprised Maria.

It is not because of technological progress and the expansion of the city, but because of the dilapidation.

This city, which is several times larger than the old Yharnam, undoubtedly represents the technological progress and expansion of scale generated by time.

But at this moment, the cold sunlight at dawn sprinkled on the ground.

On the side of the road, there is a headless female angel statue with her hands raised to the sky as if praying for something.

Tiny vines have entangled its body, and you can still vaguely see the deep red blood that has seeped into the stone.

But it has been too long, even with the sensitivity of Yharnam hunters who can smell the blood in other people's veins from a few meters away, they can hardly tell what kind of blood it is.     Several bodies that have been weathered to the point of only skeletons are lying by the pool in the small square.

It stands to reason that the bodies have become clean skeletons, and the clothes on their bodies should have weathered into pieces.

But the clothes of those Yharnam civilians are well worn on the skeletons.

Dirty yellowed white shirts, frayed suspenders, straw hats for work or old wide-brimmed hats.

There are also pitchforks, muskets and torches used by civilians beside them.

These things are still in good condition.

Maria walked along the road that she vaguely felt familiar. After passing the pool, she saw a skeleton on the ground that should be dressed as a hunter.

It was still the combination of a long-dried bone frame and an unreasonable intact clothing.

However, the hunter in front of her, wearing a suit, woolen coat, and a neat top hat on his head, should have been quite fashionable when he was alive.

Even from Maria's perspective, this outfit was very fashionable in this era, so she just called him a fashionable hunter.

But on the body of this hunter, Maria did not see his musket and weapons, and she didn't know what happened when he died.

After turning around and seeing a closed iron door, Maria realized that she should have turned to Gascoigne's house.

A female hunter, carrying a man who was much taller and stronger than her, even if Maria's physical fitness was not weak, the bumps and bumps were always not small.

Lan En's boots with dragon scales biting each other made a sound of bumping on the stone brick floor.

On the two sides of the pond park, a window protected by thick iron railings with several iron chains wrapped around the iron railings seemed to be hesitant or cautiously opened slightly because it felt the sunlight from the curtains.

This person did not seem to see Maria standing in the pond park.

Or, he was now in a state of confusion and did not know what to do.

After confirming that there was real sunlight outside the curtains, he almost tore off the curtains on the window.

He looked at everything in front of him in a daze and at a loss.

There were some black hairs of beast disease under the bandage on his head, but they were very slight, so slight that people thought he just had eyebrows growing vigorously.

He covered his head at this scene just like Maria who saw the sunlight and the normal dog before.

It seemed that he had forgotten too many things, and it seemed that he could not handle so much information.

But in the end, he did not have the tenacious nerves of the Yharnam hunters. After turning around and shrinking back into the room, he let out a painful and shocked cry.

Too many people died.

This hunting night was too long.

Even if they were lucky enough not to become beastmen, or to be broken into by crazy beastmen or hunters, they could hardly survive just by hunger and thirst.

In Yharnam now, it would be an ideal situation if one person out of hundreds of people survived.

She couldn't help but tilt her head and looked at the still dazed demon hunter.

If it weren't for him, the city wouldn't even have the chance to feel sad.

"Squeak!"

The rusty steel door shaft made a harsh sound as the mechanism turned.

If it was at night, this noise would undoubtedly be unacceptable and life-threatening news.

But now, the person who opened the mechanism was standing relaxedly beside the mechanism lever.

Henrik raised his head with his tricorn hat pressed down, and his eyes, which were sandwiched between the brim and the mask, were stinging, but he still looked at the morning light greedily.

After being stimulated by the light and crying, he sniffed and nodded to Maria who walked in through the open iron gate.

"I guessed that this is the road you are familiar with."

The old hunter first lifted Lan's head skillfully, turned his eyelids, and looked at his mouth.

Finally, his tone was as calm as ever.

"It's nothing serious. It seems to be lack of blood? But I didn't see a big enough wound on him."

"I'm not a professional doctor after all. Let's go and take him back to the Orton Chapel."

The cold light of dawn gradually became warmer as time passed.

But in Yharnam, there were more and more noisy voices, and those voices expressed collapse and pain.

But Maria, who was holding Lan, and Henrik, who walked to the other side and held the other arm of the demon hunter, felt the reality of life in these increasingly noisy voices.

It was not bloody and absurd like a dream, but a real life that belonged to humans.