Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1305 1277. Hunter's Original Sin

Faced with Lan En's question without even turning her head, the usually calm and decisive female hunter did not reply.

She just pulled down her tricorn hat, which had been wet by the rain, so that no one could see her expression.

After a long while, amid the sound of raindrops falling, Maria spoke with some difficulty.

"No that's impossible."

The voice was as soft and ethereal as usual, but there was a rare amount of hesitation and unwillingness to believe in this soft voice.

Her voice was usually soft but always firm and confident.

Maria even forgot to hang her Blood Noble Precision Rifle around her waist, and just held it there, pressing down on her hat.

He muttered, "[Blood Therapy]. It's because their blood collection bottles are impure! Those blood collection bottles are inferior products circulated among the people!"

"Do you believe what you said?" Lan En continued to question Maria without giving her any chance to breathe.

"As old hunters gathered by the Healing Church to carry out a grand hunt, the church didn't equip them with blood collection bottles? They were asked to use the low-quality blood collection bottles they brought with them?"

The witcher walked over to the body of the old hunter whose head he had just crushed.

He reached into the puddle and took out the blood collection bottle that the old hunter wanted to use just now but didn't have time to use it.

The blood collection bottle has a good seal. Even if the outside of the glass bottle is covered in mud, it will gradually return to its original state under the impact of rain, leaving only the bottle body wet.

The witcher silently handed over the blood bottle and extended his arm towards Maria.

The blood collection bottle looked like a bottle of oral solution in his broad palm.

【Blood Healing】 is believed by the people of Yharnam and is also the "panacea" preached by the Healing Church.

'Holy blood can heal everything' is the basic creed on which the Healing Church was established.

In the past, whether it was beast disease or gray blood disease, the people of Yharnam simply believed that the production capacity of [blood therapy] could not keep up with the consumption of the disease, so people died.

As long as you receive [blood therapy], you will not have to fear any disease or injury.

But today, right before Maria's eyes.

——An old hunter who had turned into a beast and gone mad was still going mad even after a can of blood was stuck into his body!

It was as if the sacred blood simply and rigidly restored his body, but had no effect on the root of the beast disease! There was no improvement!
How can this be? !
When this situation was clearly laid out before Maria, it was no less than her worldview as a Yharnam person being shattered!
"Bad day, huh?"

Lan En did not take his hand away, but suddenly said these words calmly.

After traveling through many worlds, he has seen many people whose worldviews collapsed in the face of major changes.

Combined with his own experience, Lan En is very clear about this feeling of collapse.

Sometimes, all it takes is one bad day to ruin a person.

Accidents always come suddenly and violently, that is why they are called accidents.

Maria took a long breath.

She finally raised her head and took the blood bottle from Lan En with a complicated expression.

"I will check this bottle of blood later."

Maria said things she was not sure about, but she managed to cheer up again.

She was an excellent hunter after all.

To be a hunter in Yharnam, one needs strong psychological endurance.

"These old hunters are crazy." Maria said solemnly while loading her fine musket with mercury bullets, "They actually massacred the villagers here."

"We have to hurry back to Yharnam. The target here has been hunted by my teacher and Ludwig, and the situation here must be made public!"

"Yes, we have to go back." Lan En agreed at first, but then he looked at the village that was hazy in the dim sky and rain.

"But I still have work to do here. You and Adeline can go first."

Simon, the sober old hunter, should have traced back this great hunt, but what is his current situation?
Maria looked deeply at the witcher.

She knew that this man was no ordinary person, and even this small fishing village was related to him.

But after everything that happened today, she had nothing to doubt.

"I won't go any further with you. Adeline is still out there alone. The old hunters can no longer be trusted."

She said calmly and coolly.

"I will go back to protect her, but we will wait for you to come back together. Everything is a mess now."

After saying that, Maria nodded to Lan En to confirm that they had reached a common intention. Then she turned around without hesitation and walked out of the small fishing village.

The witcher turned his head and looked towards the hazy and dim distance. Beyond the direction of the small fishing village was the vast and boundless dark sea, but strangely without any waves or wind.

"Yes." Maria's figure was getting farther and farther away. The witcher muttered to himself, "The situation is becoming more and more chaotic."

As a hunter's nightmare, does this increasingly chaotic situation portend something?
Time was passing, but because the sky over the small fishing village was too dark, Lan En had no idea how dark the night had become.

After all, it’s always been dark.

Many houses in the small fishing village were being burned, and some cages were emitting cold light. It seemed that the villagers of the small fishing village had extracted the fluorescent substances of fluorescent organisms in the ocean and turned them into biological cold light that could provide lighting.

These extremely limited light sources are all the lighting conditions.

Many murlocs died in the village.

These fishmen seemed to have made a final effort at the last moment.

They have mutated fish fins on their backs, with many harpoons and spears tied to them.

The original fishing and hunting tools were not suitable for self-defense and combat. Under the skilled fighting techniques of the old hunters, most of these fishmen had their bodies torn apart.

Leaving behind hideous wounds caused by Yharnam's transforming weapon.

However, few of the javelins behind the corpse had been shot out.

The grayish-white blood of the fishermen mixed with the stagnant water, making this already dilapidated fishing village look even more damp and decadent.

There is not much blood left here, so those old hunters who are chasing and addicted to blood also begin to leave in a daze.

Lan En searched in this small fishing village for more than ten minutes before finally finding his acquaintance in an attic corroded by barnacles.

Sober old hunter, Simon.

But at this time, his situation was not good.

The old hunter in a tattered coat was now crawling on the floor of the attic, with a large pool of blood beneath him that was almost solidified.

If it weren't for the hunters' superior physique, the bodies of ordinary people would have stiffened by now.

Lan, who came to look for him, was not too nervous because he knew that Simon had died many times in this nightmare.

He walked forward and turned Simon's body over. There was a large, hideous wound on the front of his body.

It looked like it had been hit by a huge Morning Star Hammer.

Powerful blunt blows mixed with lacerations from sharp objects.

"Ah, it's you."

The blurred consciousness caused by the heavy bleeding made Simon recognize who was next to him at this time, and he spoke with difficulty.

"I seem to have screwed up."

"The ringing sound, the ringing sound has been haunting me, bringing killers in animal skins."

"Again and again, without fail."

Simon waved his hands weakly in the air, as if he had fallen into a hallucination.

Lann squeezed his hand.

"I'm listening." The witcher said softly, "I know you're in pain now, Simon. But I beg you to try to give me more clues. I feel like I'm about to find the secret, just one step away!"

"Just one step closer! I might just have the key to ending this hunter's nightmare!"

The sober hunters have already understood the truth about Yharnam's [Blood Healing] during the long hunt, so most of them will not use blood bottles like ordinary hunters.

Just like Simon now, even if he is about to die, he won’t use it.

For them, losing this clarity is more terrifying than death.

"Yes, the fact that you can find this place means that you are really, really close to finding the key."

Simon's lips moved weakly, but he continued to tell of his discovery.

"This village is the real secret. It is the proof of the hunters' ancient sin!"

"It feeds hunters' nightmares."

Simon's words were like weak and vague mumbling in a dream, full of emotion after learning the truth.

"Our ancestors made mistakes, and this mistake has been passed down to us, the descendants. Enough, really enough. We have suffered too much. We can't bear it anymore."

Lan En grasped the key point from Simon's dying chaotic words: "What did the ancestors of those hunters do wrong? Did they just massacre this small fishing village?"

Although Lan showed no mercy to the old hunters who participated in the massacre, in all fairness, would the massacre of a small fishing village where the villagers mutated into fishmen really trigger such a horrible, deep and lasting nightmare?
"Their crime is not just the massacre of this small fishing village!"

At this point, Simon, who was almost in a dying state, seemed to take his last breath and suddenly grabbed Lan's forearm armor with a "snap".

No eyes could be seen on his face wrapped in dirty bandages, only his trembling lips revealed his excitement.

"The target of this Healing Church's Great Hunt is a - Son of God!"

Even Lan En, who is well-informed and has traveled to many worlds, couldn't help but shrink his pupils at this sentence.

Son of God.

Giving birth to their own son of God is the dream of all ancient gods.

Everything that happened in Yharnam, the terrible omen, the irreversible tragedy, was due to the ancient gods' dream of wanting the Son of God, and their jealousy that prevented other ancient gods from obtaining the Son of God.

The desires and jealousies of the ancient gods were intertwined, stirring up the desires and jealousies of humans, and finally forming such a big mess!
And now, Simon said, there is already a Son of God here?!
(End of this chapter)