Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 342 341. Fire

On the Night of Hunting, Lan En now has a real understanding of this word.

Hunting night.

This is a massacre allowed by the system, the law, and secular and religious morality!

In Yharnam, people need hunting nights!

Lan En used the base of the blade of the Lake Lady's Sword to lightly knock away a rusty saber that was thrust towards him. Under the sparks of metal collision, he laid the blade sideways and stepped forward.

The body carried the blade and slashed directly in front of the monster in front of him. The blade cut through the monster's thick black hair and cut into the flesh and bones.

After this step forward, only a little flesh on the back of the neck was still connected to the lycanthropic patient's neck.

Patients whose lycanthropy is not too severe,

Lan En habitually flicked the blade to the side to clear away the stinky blood remaining on the blade.

Fires are breaking out all around.

One of the characteristics of lycanthropic patients is the growth of thick, hard coarse hair. When people want to deal with them, the first reaction is to use fire.

This strategy is indeed good. The hair of lycanthropes is indeed flammable, and they are indeed afraid of fire.

But there's something bad about it.

When the weakness of lycanthropic patients becomes public knowledge, it will be difficult for the residents of this town not to stock up on kerosene, torches and the like.

sense of security.

When human beings can't even have a sense of security in their lives, it's not unusual for them to do anything.

Some residents have piled barrels of explosives into their homes, as if dying in an explosion is much easier to accept than dying in the claws of a lycanthropic patient.

Some residents carry gasoline bottles with them at all times and stare at everyone vigilantly as they walk on the road, as if they are ready to light them on fire and throw them out at any time.

These flammable and dangerous goods are as common as matches in Yanan.

So hunting night is always accompanied by explosions and fires.

Even though the hunters have worked very hard to preserve as many buildings as possible, the use rate of hunters' cold weapons is much higher than that of hot weapons.

But residents always have something in store to surprise them.

The source of this fire is Lan En’s [Igni Seal].

Outsiders don’t understand Yanan.

When clearing out several groups of lycanthropic patients, their hair made the outsiders subconsciously think of using fire to deal with them.

So the ring of fire spread out from the handprint, and I don't know which fuse was ignited.

The moment the contents of the gasoline bottle exploded, the smell of gasoline emerged from the cover of the stinky blood and entered Lan En's nasal cavity.

With a "boom", a medium-sized fireball exploded in the room.

Gascoigne and Henrik squatted down in an instant with great experience, and the shawls originally used to isolate the blood were lifted up to cover their heads and faces.

After the first and strongest heat wave, the wooden structure of the house was ignited, and the building materials were burned into billows of black smoke.

Not only does it captivate the eye, it also blocks the line of sight.

So the three people who originally cooperated to eliminate the monsters were forced to separate due to Lan En's subconscious actions.

From the thick smoke came the animalistic roars of the patients, as well as the "click" sound of weapons deforming and the sound of metal cutting into bones.

"Gascoigne! Henrik! Are you okay?"

Lan En put a [Quen's Seal] on himself to isolate the heat and poisonous smoke. He quickly dealt with the four patients on his side, and then hurriedly asked loudly.

Gascoigne's voice came from outside.

"We're out, do you need help?"

"No, I'll be out soon." Lan En replied and breathed a sigh of relief.

He was worried just now that because of his carelessness, the two hunters would get into trouble or even endanger their lives.

But now it seems that the hunters' ability to survive is much stronger than he thought.

Mentos easily constructed a topographic map of the entire building based on his memories before the fire, so that Lan wouldn't be lost even if he was obscured by thick smoke.

As soon as he went out fanning the smoke, he saw two hunters waiting at the door.

They seemed calm, as if fires were a common occurrence for them.

As soon as Lan En walked out, he walked towards them with a serious face.

"Sorry, Henrik Gascoigne. It's my fault, I didn't expect it. Anyway, I'm sorry."

The young man really thought that his mistake would hurt others just now.

But Gascoigne and Henrik didn't seem to care. They just took off their hats and fanned their noses to drive away the black smoke.

"You didn't expect that someone would put a chain of Molotov cocktails in their home that would explode just by lighting them, right?"

Gascoigne said indifferently.

"So, if a foreigner wants to become a qualified hunter, even if he has skills, he has to adapt for a while. Because you don't understand Yanan."

Henryk's old voice on the side was full of sarcasm, but he did not condemn Lan En.

"Because foreigners don't understand Yanan, their arrogant and ignorant actions have led to tragic consequences. After tonight, this is another joke that can make Yanan happy for a while."

Lan En spread his hands helplessly: "Do the locals in Yanan like this kind of joke? They are really scary."

Gascoigne, who married a local, nodded first and said with emotion: "Who says it's not the case?"

The fire was just a minor episode in the night of hunting.

The purge will continue.

The closer you get to a densely populated area, that is, the central city, the more mess, bloodstains, and corpses there are on the streets.

Among them are alienated monsters, hunters in coats, and civilians whose lives were frozen in a moment of terror.

Monsters don't just wander around the streets. They want to break into residents' houses and drag out the people inside to rip out their hearts and livers.

Hunters don't just fight monsters on the street, they will judge whether the residents inside are still awake based on a warning light at the door of the resident.

If the gasping and grunting sounds of wild beasts come from inside the door, they will break in directly and drag out the beast-turned-residents, hack them to death, and burn them to death.

It seems that because of the narrow streets and complex terrain of Yharnam City, the hunters' combat style tends to be individual or small teams.

Lan En and the other three have met other hunters, but they have never seen a team of more than four people.

This trio of them can be said to be eye-catching.

On the road, a luxurious four-wheeled carriage rolled over on its side. The horse pulling the carriage lay in front, its belly had been hollowed out, and its white ribs were exposed in the air.

Two expensively dressed corpses hung out from the carriage window, one large and one small, a woman and a little girl. The broken spikes of the wooden carriage pierced both of them.

The blood of both of them had gathered in a large pool on the ground.

Lan En glanced at it as he passed by. The most conspicuous hole in the carriage was broken from the inside.

The solid wooden carriage had no strength to block the thing, and the entire front end of the carriage was almost shattered.

This force is at least two to three tons. Judging from the size of the hole, the body size is already close to three meters.

Henrik also noticed the overturned carriage on the street, and his eyes wrinkled with only a slit showing.

"This method is used by patients with severe lycanthropy, but how could someone drive a person who has turned into a lycanthrope to such an extent? Suicide?"

Henrik was the most experienced old hunter among the three, and Gascoigne was also half a local. After hearing this, he also lowered his head and looked at it using a method Lan En didn't know.

"Is this wrong?"

Lan En asked cautiously. After the unintentional arson just now, he knew how abnormal this city was, so he was more cautious.

Henrik was now crouched before the breach in the carriage, observing carefully.

"There is a process of lycanthropy, at least in my knowledge. Like this kind of lycanthropy patient."

As the old hunter spoke, he gestured with his hand to indicate the size of the hole in the carriage.

"Before its disease entered this stage, it should have been almost the same as the first monster you killed. How could anyone ride in the same car with a patient like that? This is Yanan, even if it belongs to the patient Relatives also know that if you turn into a beast, you are hopeless, and you shouldn't do unnecessary things."

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