Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1367 1339. Changes in [Muddy Current]

Speaking of her future, the Crow Hunter was obviously hesitant and confused.

She had been trapped in the hunting night for too long, so long that she almost forgot how a normal person should live.

So now she could only speak vaguely, but with implicit expectation.

"I need to rest for a while." Her tone was filled with a sense of relaxation as if she could finally take a breath from the long fatigue, "Well, take a rest."

"It's good to be in the deserted Yharnam, with no monsters or residents."

"Even if my spirit is tense because of the sudden change in the environment, it won't hurt anyone."

"We will rest together for a while."

At the end, Irene pointed to the red witch who was still lying on the ground in a familiar way.

After the nightmare, the demon hunter could probably figure out why the red witch had a vague feeling of being discriminated against in Yharnam before.

Because her outfit was undoubtedly inherited from the Good Golden Cup Church in the old Yharnam era.

She is not a clergyman of the Healing Church. On the contrary, she is a member of the Good Cup Church who was defeated by the Healing Church in the normal timeline and was regarded as the root of the disaster on the night of the destruction of Old Yharnam.

In the normal timeline, without Lan's rampage, the Healing Church must have successfully concealed all the scandals and truths revealed on the night of the destruction of Old Yharnam.

The target of the scapegoat is the Good Cup Church, which had been hyped up and selected in the early stage.

As the remnant of the Good Cup Church, life must be difficult.

However, since she has survived this unprecedented hunting night, the other twists and turns are no more than small waves.

The red-robed witch laughed in a low voice.

The voice was as gloomy and decaying as if there was a mouthful of phlegm stuck in her throat.

But everyone present would no longer judge her by her appearance and voice.

"Sounds good." Lan En nodded and then extended his hand to the Crow Hunter, "Give me one of your resonance bells, so we can chat about it."

"You young man." The bird-beak mask tilted first, and then began to take things out from under the wide crow feather cloak, "What do you think of the old hunter's resonance bell?"

While complaining, Irene still handed the bell to Lan En.

By the way, there was also the bow blade obtained from Simon.

At this time, the exhausted Crow Hunter almost didn't want to touch any hunting props.

After giving the things, Irene was silent for a while, but finally raised her hand and reached behind her head wearing the bird-beak mask.

After a 'click' sound, she hesitated a little, and even took off her bird-beak mask with a little fear of resistance to change.

It was a face that had many wrinkles, but still showed a kind of bone beauty. With the calmness and indifference that had been infiltrated into the bones of the Yharnam Hunter, it was like an elder with a sense of distance.

The bird-beak mask of the Crow Hunter left a lasting mark on her face.

But the mark will eventually disappear.

"Very beautiful, Irene." Lan En said sincerely with his arms folded across his chest, "If you get more sun, your complexion will be better."

The Crow Hunter's originally somewhat uneasy expression relaxed a little.

"It feels like a mockery that you are the only one who says that others are beautiful here."

Without the barrier of the mask, the Crow Hunter sneered and complained.

——

Three days have passed since the Moon God was killed in the dream that belonged to the hunter alone.

Nothing major happened during this period, but at night, those who were still in the city and did not leave would sometimes be frightened and howl wildly at night.

But every time Irene, Maria, and Lan En went over to take a look, they could be sure that it was just a very ordinary mental breakdown and abnormal behavior.

'Very ordinary mental breakdown'. It makes people feel cold in their hearts.

But even so, compared with what happened to Yharnam before, this is indeed just a 'normal' thing that does not need to be paid attention to.

Not every Yharnam person has the determination and perseverance to quit blood addiction, or the support of their families.

Most of their families have died, and the pain in their hearts needs "anesthetics" to soothe them.

So a few days later, some people in Yharnam began to look for blood bottles in the deserted city.

Maybe these guys who are addicted to blood can't be considered human beings at all.

Or maybe they just want to find a comfortable way to die for their broken spirits.

During this period, Irene was also in a trance at night.

She suspected that this was another dream, but after being slightly illuminated by the [Light of the Two Sacred Trees] on Lan's long sword and soothing her spirit with the [Axis Seal], she became much calmer. This performance was not beyond the expectations of the demon hunter. After all, even the mental trauma caused by ordinary battlefields may not be healed for a lifetime.

Not to mention the endless hunting night in Yharnam.

Only time and rest, and perhaps the kind and beautiful power of the elves in the world of Arda? Can this trauma be healed.

If there is no improvement, Lann thinks he can go to the world of Arda to talk to Elrond and see if he can let Erin rest in Rivendell for a while.

I think the hospitable Elrond will not refuse.

As the young demon hunter thought, he watched the wound on his wrist heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the ground was a basin of blood that was turbid and dark because it was mixed with dust and drug waste.

As of today, just as Lan En and Mentos calculated, all the blood in his body has been replaced.

The high-energy blood with strong flow and rich nutrition filled Lan En's body, from the superficial subcutaneous layer to the muscles, internal organs, and brain.

"Hu~" Lan En simply breathed a sigh of relief, and then slowly clenched his fist.

The muscles with full lines and beautiful shapes began to swell with blood on his arms, and finally the link buckles of the arm armor worn close to his body made a "clacking" sound.

It seemed that the next moment he would collapse and fly out because he could not bear this surging and violent force!

The sense of power that filled his body again made Lan En feel comfortable and at ease.

The broad and huge, black and white giant sword was quietly leaning against the wooden cabinet behind Lan En.

This is Yusefka's clinic. Since that night, Lan, Maria and Adeline have helped Dr. Yusefka clean up the clinic.

It is basically the same as the previous clinic, except that [blood therapy] is no longer performed.

Lan stood up from the basin of waste blood, stretched his muscles, and then grasped the hilt of [Turbid Stream·Destruction] with one hand.

The thick solid hilt, wrapped with the exterminating dragon leather strip, gave it a comfortable feel.

"Woo~"

The object with huge mass and volume was only slightly lifted by Lan with one hand in the room of this clinic, and it stirred the air and made a whimper.

Lan's palm rubbed against the wide sword surface, and the rough leather surface of the glove rubbed against the steel, making a pleasant and solid sound.

Compared with before, he stared at the sword with deeper eyes.

Suddenly, with a "puff", a spark suddenly exploded on the dark sword surface, making a sound of explosion.

It was just a spark for a moment, but the whole room suddenly felt hotter!

And the room also began to smell the unique smell of wooden floors and furniture that could only be emitted after being baked in the sun for a long time.

"It's improved a bit."

Lan En narrowed his eyes and commented.

The main body of [Turbid Stream·Destruction] is basically a sword-shaped Nergigante, which needs to "eat" nutritious and high-quality food to grow and strengthen.

Its bone-white blade is equivalent to the thorns of Nergigante.

Although Lan En had completely tamed the ferocity of this sword when facing the Moon God before, and forced it to "not eat", it did not dare to eat.

But this sword did not "eat", but it still grew to a certain extent after chopping and burning the Moon God.

This is not the growth from the appetite of the Nergigante.

Lan En felt that it was more like [Combat Skill·Ember] because it burned the Moon God, so the flame became more...indescribable.

Even Lan En only noticed this after he had separated from the intense battle and rested for a day.

[Ember] is the tiny remnant left after the successive fire kings of the flame world burned themselves as fuel in order to maintain the fire of the [Original Flame] that keeps the world stable.

It is not as great as the [Original Flame], and it did not burn the chaotic world and build a stable force.

It is just the remnant of that force after it burned.

But even so, Lan En has rarely seen a time when [Ember] is ineffective.

He does not use it, but once he activates [Combat Skill·Ember], this flame can basically burn everything he wants to kill.

Even the body of the ancient god trapped in the material world, even a dream.

It can burn everything.

But after burning the body of the Moon God this time, and perhaps the essence of the ancient god trapped in that body, Lan En somehow felt that this [Ember] has become deeper and deeper.

And more and more ancient.