Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1301 1273. Small Fishing Village

A gloomy and heavy sky.

This was Lan's first impression when he squeezed out of the carriage.

Yharnam is a city built in the mountains, and the weather in the mountains is changeable. The weather may be completely different after you pass the top of a mountain. This is normal.

But although the sunlight in Yharnam's sky was a little cloudy and the colors were darker, it only made people feel bad.

This small fishing village
The witcher looked up, sniffed and inhaled.

Damp and gloomy.

It was so humid that every time I took a breath it felt like my lungs were filled with moisture, and I even felt my hair starting to get damp and stick to my skin.

It was so dark that not a ray of sunlight could be seen.

According to the time, we should still be able to see the sunset now, but the dark clouds in the sky are so thick and stagnant that it seems like night has already arrived.

And it was the kind of darkness that was so low that it was hard to breathe.

The two horses pulling the cart did not neigh or move their hooves. After they stopped, they just stood still, panting occasionally.

A thin layer of cold mist covered the ground.

There were several carriages parked here and there in the parking lot.

It seems that this is where the hunters get off the bus.

"You're late, Maria." A hunter wearing a cowboy hat said emotionlessly from the driver's seat on the roof of a four-wheeled carriage. "You're late for half a day."

The female hunter who got out of the car after Lan En looked up.

"You were left behind to look after the car?" Maria asked casually, seeming to know the hunter, and then continued, "I found a powerful hunter temporarily, which delayed us."

"That's great. There's someone else in my car. Can you help take care of him?"

The hunter sitting on the roof said nothing, but rubbed his weapon with his leather-gloved hands, making a rustling sound as leather and steel rubbed against each other.

Because of the angle, Lan En couldn't see clearly what the weapon in his hand looked like.

Maria lifted up her windbreaker, pulled out a blood collection bottle from her inner pocket, and threw it upwards to the hunter.

After the hunter received it, he finally showed an expression. An expression of obsession, desire, and impatience.

"I will, Maria."

Only after receiving the blood collection bottle did the hunter respond.

"I am so unlucky. So unlucky. Why do I have to stay? I can't smell blood, and I can't tear the flesh of the prey with my own hands and let the blood spill on me. I am so unlucky, Maria."

He kept on talking in a low voice, as if in a sleep.

But Maria had already taken the lead and walked away.

For the hunters of Yharnam, this kind of muttering, which seems completely abnormal to ordinary people, is actually normal.

So Lan and Maria didn't think much about it.

"I'll be back soon." Maria said anxiously, "I'll give you another bottle then."

"Yes, yes." The hunter on the roof of the car pressed down his cowboy hat and said solemnly, "You'd better hurry up. Hurry up."

The two continued walking inside.

They soon understood why the hunters' wagons were parked so far away.

As we continued to move towards the small fishing village, the ground became completely unsuitable for transportation.

The 'pa pa' sound of the soles of shoes stepping on the water and the 'shui hua' sound of footsteps disturbing the water flow were heard one after another.

The ground here has been completely submerged under water and is simply a swamp.

Lan was a man who had lived in a fishing village for a while, Oriden of Velen.

But even in a fishing village, the living environment of human beings should be as dry as possible in the humidity, otherwise who can bear it?

The environment of this small fishing village does not seem like a habitable place even before entering the outskirts of the village.

It’s hard to imagine how humid the environment will be further inside.

Soon, Lan En raised his head slightly, his nostrils twitching.

He smelled a scent coming from far away.

The stench of burnt wood, mixed with the stench of marine life and wild beasts
The sky was dark, and the sea and swamps beneath the feet were also black, making it difficult to distinguish between heaven and earth when looking into the distance.

Everything seemed to be plunged into a chaotic haze.

Later, Lan and Maria discovered the body on their way forward.

It was a corpse lying in the muddy water, roughly human-shaped, but not human-like. Its skin was bluish-gray, with a slippery texture like that of marine life, with webbed feet and fingers, and even fins on its joints.

However, he still has a human face.

"This kind of scar is..." Lan En squatted down, looked at the hideous wound on the corpse's belly, and said thoughtfully.

"It's a visceral attack." Maria said calmly with a sense of relief. "Sure enough, these are all mutated and irrational monsters!"

The wounds caused by fingers being stabbed into the body and then pulled hard to cause large lacerations are very recognizable.

Lan En was thoughtful just now, not because he couldn't understand the wound caused by [Visceral Critical Hit], but because
The 'thing' that was killed really no longer had any human form.

But is he really an 'irrational' monster?
Feeling the slippery touch on his gauntleted fingers, Lan En slightly lifted the other person's head, which was lying in the mud.

And on that face, which still had a human appearance, there was a strong sense of emotion.

In the last moments before his death, the tiny muscles under his facial skin formed a tiny expression before they stiffened.

Anger, pain, disbelief.
Lan's ability to control emotions and Mentos' analytical ability based on computing power enabled them to accurately receive these emotions.

The creature that could make such an expression was not the same as the 'beastial patient' that the Yharnam people were accustomed to.

But the witcher turned his head and looked at Maria in a half-crouching position.

"Let's go," Lan said, standing up.

It wasn't raining, but the excessive moisture in the air had condensed into many small water droplets on the waterproof oil layer of his cloak, and even on his eyebrows.

"The sooner the better!"

Because Lan En knew that the female hunter, who was still hoping for a lucky break, no longer had the calmness to observe the expression of the "monster" before its death.

And now, they were so close to the ocean, but Lan En did not hear or feel any breeze or waves.

There must be wind at the seaside, and if there is wind there should be waves.

But now the sound in the environment is so quiet, it's almost...
It's like the ocean is 'dead'!
This strange silence made Lan En feel uneasy.

This is the deepest and most dangerous nightmare in Yharnam that has killed old hunters like Simon so many times that he has forgotten how many times he has died. Is its deepest secret really that easy to find?

And now, Lan En has found the key point where the clues converge, but even if he finds this key point, will this secret really be so easy to solve?
The witcher didn't know.

But in Yharnam, things won't stop just because you say 'I don't know'.

How could the dreams of the ancient gods take mortals into consideration?
The closer we get to the fishing village, the deeper the water on the ground becomes. Now it is already above our ankles.

Lan and Maria also arrived at the small fishing village.

This little fishing village is eerie and gloomy.

Most of its buildings are made of wood and brick and stone, but how can wood last long in such a humid environment?
Many of the woods have become moldy and rotten, but many barnacles, which should have lived on the reefs in the sea and on the surfaces of marine organisms, are now densely clinging to these houses.

It's as if the barnacles, which should have been eating away and clinging inwards, are now supporting the structure of the house.

The opening of the barnacle looks like a bunch of eyeballs crowded together.

There was also seaweed and other things hanging on it.

It makes people wonder whether these houses are built in the sea or on land.

In the small fishing village, you can see the sun through the thick clouds.
Light has no temperature and cannot dispel anxiety.

The sun was surrounded by clouds, and the shapes of the clouds were strange, like fungi that were surrounding, spreading, and eroding towards the center of the sun.

The shiny big CD is covered with spots.

"What on earth is that?"

Maria also looked at the sun in the sky in shock. Apparently, even the native Yharnam people had never seen such a scene.

Lan En thought he was just ignorant.

They continued to walk inside, and the dark water under their feet gradually became mixed with grayish-white traces.

That's a lot of grey blood!
The smell of burning wood and the stench of marine life suddenly became stronger, and blood-red flames came out from the rotten and weird house.

Houses were cracked and collapsed in the flames.

Mixed in there were the sounds of sharp blades tearing flesh and human laughter.

It was a group of hunters hunting in front of a burning house.

They were besieging a gigantic murloc, which was at least five or six meters tall, and the strange weapon in its hand was as big as a man!
Every time it swings its weapon, its enormous weight and kinetic energy can directly tear a house apart!
But surrounded by three hunters, it was like a tuna being cut and bled one by one.

It is strong, but strength alone is useless against those precise and sharp knives.

The hunters didn't seem to be in a hurry to hunt. They seemed to want to drain the blood of the huge creature in front of them during the movement.

(End of this chapter)