Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1302 1274. Tonight, Lan En joins the hunt!
The residents of the small fishing village, like their houses, have become like fish with skin covered with traces of parasites from marine organisms.

Barnacles, shellfish, starfish.
There were many dead fishmen around, all of them looked like this, with only a piece of rag hanging from their bodies and a crude harpoon in their hands.

The back of this large fishman was almost covered into a thick shell by these things.

His mouth seemed to have completely weakened its jaw muscles, with his entire lower jaw drooping casually.

However, in the mouth that has lost the ability to bite, the upper jaw is still filled with densely packed teeth.

It is completely unclear what the purpose of these teeth is.

Among the hunters besieging him, two were holding weapons similar to meat saws.

They are all enlarged versions of folding knives, but the retracted and opened blades are more like a sharp arc than a meat saw.

This should be a hunter weapon that is a little more old-school than the meat saw.

The other man's weapon was a heavy and fierce broadsword.

The big knife was serrated and heavy, and the blade was divided into sections. I don't know if it was due to the forging technique or other technical reasons.

The giant fishman was holding a large rusty anchor in his hand.

Given the size of the anchor, he could even push it in front of him, and then the hunters' attacks would rarely hit him.

After all, he is tall and has long arms, and his weapon is long and big, so his distance advantage is real.

As long as you push your weapon forward and control the distance, the hunters will be very uncomfortable.

But when Lan and Maria came over, his oily skin had been torn to pieces, and a large amount of gray-white blood flowed from his body into the water on the ground and melted.

And in this situation, he still attacked rashly without thinking, leaving an opening.

The hunters were delighted.

He quickly dodged the powerful but clumsy attack, then got close to the giant fishman and used his weapon to tear open his flesh, splashing blood!

All three hunters were panting, but it wasn't from exhaustion.

They were panting excitedly and uncontrollably like three starving wild dogs smelling meat.

Seeing someone coming, the three of them slowed down their attack a little.

And the giant fishman, who seemed to have no brain, suddenly seemed to have a brain and pushed forward the big anchor in his hand.

"Maria?" There was a hunter who knew this blood noble, but after he asked in confusion, the corners of his mouth soon couldn't help but curl up into a bloody arc.

"You're too late, Maria! The hunt is almost over. The beast has been slaughtered. The murlocs here are our prey!"

"it's over?"

As she approached with her long leather boots stepping on the accumulated sea water on the ground, the swan feathers on Maria's tricorn hat became damp and drooped limply, just like her depressed mood at the moment.

"Yeah, it's over." The hunter pressed his hat and smiled nervously. "It sounds scary, but after Ludwig, German, and the two old guys go in, what monster can survive the siege of four old hunters?"

"Where are they now?" Maria asked with a headache, "Where is my teacher now?"

"Back to Yharnam." Another hunter lowered his head as if he was high, his hands holding the weapon shaking uncontrollably. "After they killed the beast, they couldn't wait to go back and study it."

"It was the order of the Archbishop," the last hunter added, "He said that in order to cure the gray blood disease, we must study it quickly."

Maria frowned: "But didn't he say before that as long as the beast is killed, the plague will disappear naturally?"

"Who knows?" The old hunter lowered the brim of his hat and laughed in a hoarse voice that was uncomfortable to listen to. "Who is interested?"

"There's nothing wrong with this. There are still many things to kill and bleed here. He didn't ask us to go back quickly. There's still a lot of fun to be had here."

Maria frowned.

Even though she was very familiar with the general mental state of the Yharnam hunters, she now began to feel that these people were no longer normal.

Can these people smell any smell other than blood in their noses now?

Burnt wood? The salty smell of the ocean?
What's going on with them?

The huge fishman found a house that had not been burned down and leaned against it, holding a large anchor in his hand. His mouth, which could not be closed, had a large set of teeth, and as he breathed heavily, the air made an amplified "whoosh" sound.

Maria looked at the three hunters who had their heads down and whose faces could not be seen clearly in the gloomy sky, and took two cautious steps back.

She held Lan's hand and whispered, "We missed my teacher. Let's go back."

But Maria was surprised to find that she couldn't pull it away on her way back!

The Blood Noble looked up in confusion, just in time to see Lan's amber cat eyes looking in a certain direction, glowing slightly in the dark environment.

"What is that?" The demon hunter looked behind the three old hunters and said calmly, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" the old hunter asked in confusion, and turned his head in the direction Lan En was looking.

Then he laughed in a low voice.

"Ah~ We really wasted too much time."

It was a wooden stake with four or five fishmen chained to it.

One leg of each murloc was chopped off, and now only two murlocs were still alive. The rest had a gaping wound on their heads that went straight into their skulls.

"Come on, let's start over! Quick!"

Lan En's question seemed to remind them. The old hunter sniffed and shouted with a nervous smile on his face.

"Come on! Make this big fish move! Make it bleed some more!"

The huge fishman, who was gasping for breath with his back against the house, seemed to have a bad premonition. From the depths of his big mouth, which could not be closed, a muddy roar came from his throat, and at the same time he excitedly pushed forward the big anchor in his hand.

One of the old hunters laughed and walked to the wooden stake where the fishman was locked.

Hot air was gushing out of his mouth under the brim of his hat as he smiled an exaggerated smile.

"Pah-chi-pah-chi", the sticky sound of footsteps came frequently.

The old hunter's thick boots stomped on the bodies of the fishmen who were no longer able to move. The slippery bodies spread all over the ground made it difficult for him to stand steadily and aim.

Where to aim?

——The skull of a living fish-man!

The giant fishman roared, and his legs, with almost a layer of flesh cut off, suddenly propped himself up from the house behind him and approached the hunters.

The steps were heavy and painful but he kept coming closer.

Close to the hunters who inflicted pain on him.

This is not something a lycanthrope can do!

Maria also let go of Lan's hand in a daze at this time, and she seemed to have realized something.

"Wait!" She had seen so many things beyond her imagination today that her originally cold and calm voice was filled with emotion.

"What are you going to do?!"

"Pfft!"

Before Maria could finish her question, a stream of gray-white blood spurted out from the fishman's skull. The female hunter suddenly froze.

The hunter who had chopped off the opponent was only busy excitedly pulling out the knife that had already sunk into the opponent's skull.

"what!!!"

The giant fishman roared and rushed over again, waving the big anchor.

Now, Lan and Maria both knew why this giant fishman seemed to be brainless after fighting for so long.

He's not brainless, he's just lost his mind.

"Come on!" the old hunter shouted happily, "shed some more blood!"

With that, he rushed towards the giant fish man along with the hunter who had pulled the knife out of the skull.

Blood was splattering, and the smell sounded like an intoxicating song to the old hunter.

The old hunter standing in front of Lan and Maria was also stimulated by the smell of blood and began to gasp, his hands holding the heavy knife were shaking.

"Hunting, hunting! Blood!"

He murmured softly and was about to turn around to join the hunt for the giant fishman.

But just when he was about to turn around.
"You use this method to hunt intelligent creatures?"

Lan En put his hand on the collar of his cloak and suddenly asked.

The old hunter's body suddenly froze: "Intelligent creatures? What nonsense are you talking about, kid? They are beasts."

"Beasts bleed, and so do they, so they are beasts. As long as they bleed, they are all beasts."

"Hark! The sweet blood is singing!"

The illogical murmurings were like the mumblings in a nightmare.

But Lan and Maria, who had seen the whole process, knew that these old hunters were doing just as they had heard their mutterings!
If a person acts completely according to his dreams, there is no doubt that he is a madman!

Maria's expression at this moment was colder than ice.

She didn't know what the hell had happened today! But she knew one thing very well - hunters were not here to do this kind of work!

It's not their job to kill intelligent life!

They are a profession created to hunt wild beasts, a profession created by her teacher!
That's not what her teacher taught her.

"What's going on with you? Have the people here been cursed and mutated?"

Maria lowered her head and her hand slowly grasped the hilt of the knife at her waist.

"Archbishop Lawrence, and my, my teacher, do they know about these things?!"

As if he felt the chill from the two people in front of him, the old hunter was stunned for a moment and then let out a deep breath.

"Ah~ What a pity." The old hunter held up his hat, grinned, and raised his head. "It seems that you are also 'beasts'!"

Under the top hat, the old hunter showed his eyes for the first time.

The pupils in those eyes were like broken egg yolks, so disintegrated and turbid that they had no shape whatsoever!
"Come!" Not only were his pupils as cloudy as dissolved egg yolks, but hard and rough black hair also began to grow on his face and body!

"Let's bleed more! More blood!"

A foul stench of beastmen suddenly appeared in this damp and gloomy village!
The first old hunter to reveal his lycanthropy seemed like a starting signal.

The other two hunters present, their bodies wrapped in windbreakers and robes, made teeth-grinding sounds of bones and flesh being stretched.

The whole person's height has increased by at least half a head!

Their bodies suddenly changed drastically and a blood mist burst out, floating out from their bodies.

Make the stench of beastmen in the air even stronger!
The old hunters' transformation into beasts was not very deep; at least they did not directly lose their human appearance.

But they are far more dangerous than patients who have been deeply transformed into beasts because of their hunter life!
The old hunter held a thick and long machete in his hand, and he swung it forward, creating a series of splashes of water and mud on the ground, heading towards Maria!

But before he could completely chop it out,
"Oh!"

The water on the ground exploded because of this kick!
Lan En, who was half a head taller than the old hunter who was suffering from the beast disease, kicked the old hunter seven or eight meters away with one kick!
At the same time, he also tore off his rain cloak with one hand.

"You guys like hunting, don't you?"

The cloak fluttered in the air and was thrown away.

"So tonight."

"Lane. Join the hunt!"

(End of this chapter)