Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 353 352. Closed door

"You should give me an explanation! Mark!"

Henrik clutched the clergyman's shoulders, overcome with emotion. But then, he was shocked to find that the old acquaintance in front of him actually shook his hand away.

That power is no ordinary person!

"I don't have any explanation for you. The spread of lycanthropy is getting worse, it's harder to control, and there are more difficult patients to deal with, that's all."

Mark immediately retracted his hand after shaking off Henrik, retracted into his robe, and spoke calmly.

At this time, the place where they were was gradually filled with supplies shipped from the church's hunter workshop.

The Healing Church's notice of the hunting night was only passed on to the hunters who were going to work, and the public was not informed on a large scale.

But the people living around the supply point were neither blind nor stupid. When they saw so many things being transported and debugged in a hurry, a nervous tension still spread throughout the area.

The hunters and church personnel responsible for transporting supplies all looked a little tired.

They had already done similar work during the day yesterday, and during the day today, they also dealt with the corpses and fires on the street, and they have not finished dealing with them yet.

Now, they have to do it all over again.

Amid the chaotic flow of people and the anxious atmosphere, the confrontation between Henrik and Mark continued.

"'That's it'?" Henrik's tone contained suppressed anger.

"Do you remember how the two of us escaped in Old Yanan? At that time, the Healing Church closed the road from Old Yanan to the church town, and we both slipped through the crack in the door! They took those who were not infected with the disease Those who are sick and infected are all locked in a sea of ​​fire!"

"Have you forgotten the scene at that time? Have you forgotten the scene where human fat was heated to a liquid state, and then flowed to the feet and piled up?"

Mark checked off another list and responded calmly.

"That was the church's attempt to lock down serious lycanthropy. There was nothing we could do at the time. For the sake of more people's lives, we must make a choice."

"I also tried hard to convince myself that it was a choice I had to make, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully for decades."

Henrik said coldly, but then his tone softened.

"You should at least tell me the truth this time. We are old friends, aren't we? How far has lycanthropy progressed now? People think that hunters are on the front line of hunting, and they know the best. But You and I both know that only the church responsible for integrating the data knows the full picture today!"

"You should at least let me know how prepared I should be on this hunting night! Mark! For the sake of our friendship over so many years!"

The old hunter's sincere affection seemed to shake the clergy. They had indeed known each other for decades and had a friendship that had crossed the sea of ​​fire together.

So Mark murmured a few times, then turned around and started walking again while arranging the distribution of supplies.

The old hunter understood it and hurriedly followed the footsteps to get closer, only listening but not speaking. Listen attentively to the words that are like the fluttering of mosquito wings.

The chaotic footsteps of the people around him caused a lot of trouble to him, but he finally got the general idea.

"Red-eyed beasts are particularly afraid of fire. As early as the third hunting night, it was discovered that seventeen hunters encountered red-eyed beasts last night, and ten survived."

"This sign is indeed very similar to the one in Old Yharnam. That's why we urgently started hunting today. It's hard to say whether we can control it during the night."

"You have to make the most comprehensive preparations. The hunting night has been brought forward so far, so tonight will definitely not be good."

In Mark's mouth, the word 'not easy' was not finished yet.

"When~~"

A distant bell rang out from the cathedral in Mission Town, echoed back and forth in the intricate Victorian architecture of Yanan, and finally reached the ears of every Yanan person!

Mark and Henrik, who were walking on the road, opened their mouths in unison and looked blankly in the direction of the bell.

"It's early again!?"

It's not even night yet!

A bell signifying the official start of the hunting night triggered a commotion in the ears of the people who had just survived a hunting night.

The huge mountain city fell into an eerie silence for an instant.

People are still wondering whether they heard it wrong, or whether they were forced to hallucinate due to the high-pressure environment on the night of the hunt.

But this dead silence itself has given people the answer.

——Everyone heard it!

Then came the deathly silence, the sound of yelling and crying like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, the steel windows closing in the impact, and the thick wooden doors closing with a loud noise!

After a burst of excitement, the scattered residents walking on the street immediately dropped everything they were holding in their hands and arms, and ran towards their residences as if they were being chased by wild beasts.

Those who felt they were too far away from their residence pleadingly patted the door on the roadside and made the humblest plea, just asking to be taken in for one night.

A Yannan man who was sticking his head out and closing the steel window bars saw Mark downstairs.

His mental state, which was close to madness, made him no longer have respect and humility for the clergy of the Healing Church.

He cursed loudly.

"Shit! Liar! Are you hiding better blood?! Really! You killed my family downstairs yesterday! Are you coming to kill me today?!"

Neither Henrik nor Mark paid attention to the man who was on the verge of collapse.

The old hunter carefully observed his old friend's expression and found that he was also surprised that the alarm was raised in advance.

This alarm was not even told to the Healing Church’s own people!

Mark, who had always been rational and indifferent, suddenly looked ugly at this moment.

"To Mission Town, Henrik! Let's go!"

Mark put the stack of supply lists in his arms and dragged Henrik up a ladder on the side of the road.

The link between Church Town and Yanan is a huge stone bridge. On the opposite side of the stone bridge is a large, exquisite and solid iron gate. Behind the iron gate is Church Town, the center of Yanan.

Mark's call immediately brought back bad memories to Henrik.

That long night, filled with fire, charred beasts, and charred humans.

His old face almost immediately froze in shock.

"Mark, you mean..."

Will they lock people out of the mission town like they did that night when Old Yharnam was destroyed? !

Mark didn't speak, but climbed the ladder more quickly.

When the last ray of daylight was about to disappear in the sky, Henrik and Mark finally saw the bridge leading to the church town.

There were many people and four-wheeled carriages on the bridge, all waiting to take refuge inside the church town.

This is the benefit of people who live close to each other. It is often easier to survive the hunting night in a mission town than outside.

The two old men looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Church Town is still letting people in, which is much better than they expected.

"Put the knife away."

Mark tugged on Henrik's cuff. He knew very well what this old acquaintance was planning to do when he held the knife just now.

If he bumped into someone who was about to close the door, he would probably chop him down.

Henrik took the advice and retracted the meat saw, and Mark led him through the crowd and squeezed towards the iron gate.

And when the two of them were almost a few steps away from the heavy iron door, and even Mark was able to say hello to his colleagues, in the direction of Church Town, the roar of the big clock rang again!

"When~~"

Henrik's face turned dull. He didn't know why he rang the bell twice, so he turned to look at Mark, a clergyman. But he found that his old acquaintance was also pale at this time.

There was a "squeaking" sound coming from the metal door. The civilians, hunters and clergy who had crowded in front looked at the door that was gradually closing in horror.

Henrik was the first to react, and he rushed forward to push open the door.

But it was useless. Even if several hunters got on board, the door was still closed under the power of the machine.

The bloody sunset finally disappeared behind the gate, and for a moment, the entire stone bridge fell into deathly silence.

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