Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1309 1281. Old Yharnam's Hunting Night
Henrik and Mark did as usual, they found a place as a meeting point and gathered before nightfall.

Two young men, both of whom had little experience, one became a formal hunter, and the other joined the church hunters.

Although there are not many beastmen now, and the formation of hunters will result in a waste of defense force and a reduction in defense area, no one will say anything about it.

After meeting, both of them just raised their hands as a greeting.

Although no words were spoken, this could even be considered a warm greeting among the hunters of Yharnam.

The moon gradually rose, but the broad moonlight was divided by the tall and sharp spires of the Gothic buildings in Yharnam.

"Same as before."

Henrik said this as he moved the wrist that was holding the meat saw.

The old hunters were not used to this improved new weapon, but Henrik thought it was much better than the old-fashioned weapons.

Mark nodded silently and added fuel to the flamethrower in his hand.

Lycanthropes are generally afraid of fire, so the church hunters also make good use of fire.

The weapon Mark used for close combat was totally inconsistent with his usually calm and indifferent appearance - it was a huge stone hammer!

【Church Hammer】.

The stone hammer was carried on Mark's back. The hammer was a huge stone of nearly half a cubic meter. Many mottos and scriptures of the Healing Church were engraved in complex cursive characters on the hammer surface.

Such a large stone must weigh between one and one and a half tons.

A hammer head of this size is only slightly smaller than the hammers used by the hunters of the New World Survey Team.

But as a church hunter who has been enhanced with [Blood Therapy], Mark can use this heavyweight weapon.

Moreover, the handle of the hammer is actually a scabbard, and inside is a simple and practical one-handed sword.

In this quiet night, it should be enough to just pull out a one-handed sword.

Yes, 'In the Calm of the Night'.

Henrik and Mark actually spend the most time patrolling at night.

In today's Yharnam, the new plague gray blood disease seems to have brought more fear to people than the ancient beast disease.

It is much more difficult for them to find beastmen than to hunt them.

Henrik even discussed with Mark that in order to get better training, they should work separately for a few days.

Otherwise, there really is no one to practice with.

But fortunately, they both had good luck today.

In a dark and damp alley, two hunters walked in, stepping on a layer of misty cold fog that clung to the ground.

It was a similar scene to the first time young Henrik and Lan met, but this time, the torches dispelled the darkness, revealing two tall, thin, strange figures deep in the alley.

A typical beast patient.

The tough and rough black hair grew luxuriantly, even piercing the clothes, and the body was twisted and stretched to more than two meters by the beast disease.

Their faces were still wrapped in dirty bandages.

It seems that it was used to cover the black hair on the face before the beast disease progressed to this stage.

At that time, they should have still retained their sanity.

But now, according to the ancient customs of Yharnam, they are no longer considered human.

Henryk asked, "One per person?"

Mark replied: "Fair enough."

On this quiet night, the two inexperienced hunters even had to share the prey to get some exercise.

Mark always does things in a decisive and efficient manner.

He first used the flamethrower in his hand to spray flames in the face of the beastman opposite him, and then he chopped him down with the one-handed sword in his right hand.

The condition of this beast patient is still in its early stages, and the disease has not given him strong vitality.

So Mark used one sword to cut off half of its hand that was raised to try to resist, the second sword cut off a part of its forearm, and the third sword cut off its neck.

This is considered an unskilled type among hunters.

For a normal Yharnam hunter, after successfully performing the flame blinding for the first time, the execution process will basically begin.

It took Mark three swords to put an end to the beastman's activities.

But while Mark was still thinking about the flaws in his technique, Henrik wasn't done yet.

The hunter's musket fired again and again, but the beastman on the opposite side didn't seem to be seriously injured.

Finally, the gunfire in the alley died down.

Under the perfect impact of the gunshot, the beast patient's limbs became stiff and out of control, his legs were so weak that he half-knelt.

Henrik obviously didn't expect the result of this shot, he was completely blinded.

Then he rushed from the firing range of the musket to a closer position, trying to stab the chest and abdomen of the beast patient with the iron-shell gloves on his fingertips.

But it was too late. The impact of the gun caused the limbs to lose balance and their postures to collapse. The delicate opportunity was fleeting. When Henryk rushed to the patient, he had already stood up again.

As a last resort, facing the beastman's fierce counterattack, Henrik's meat saw flashed by and chopped off one of the opponent's hands.

The beastman rolled unbalanced on the ground and howled.

"You didn't add blood to the bullets?"

Mark walked up to Henrik and asked with a frown.

Ordinary bullets have little effect on Yharnam's terrifying beasts. Only special mercury bullets mixed with blood are very effective.

If the blood quality is particularly high, the damage will be more obvious.

Just now, Henrik, the hunter, seemed to be able to shoot with his musket without any mercy, and the beastman on the opposite side seemed to be unable to be killed no matter how hard he hit him.

It was obviously not a specially made mercury bullet.

"Hunting with ordinary bullets is expressly prohibited."

Mark spoke according to the script.

"I have mercury bullets with me." But Henrik slapped his waist bag and choked with confidence, "But I finally met someone I can practice with, I shouldn't let him go."

"There are fewer and fewer beast patients."

At the end, Henrik felt a little emotional.

"Of course they will become fewer and fewer." Mark said as a matter of course, "The Healing Church has developed [Blood Therapy], we can save everyone."

"As long as the gray blood disease is gone, the beast disease that has always plagued Yharnam will be overcome by us. It's only a matter of time."

As he spoke, Mark patted the church stone hammer behind him.

"That's why I joined the Church Hunters. Ordinary hunters who are responsible for cleaning up lycanthropy will be out of work sooner or later."

Henryk was no longer surprised by his friends' overt and covert persuasion to him to join the church hunters.

He shook his head and said, "Let's wait until that day comes. I still prefer a little freedom. The church's rules are too strict."

As he spoke, the young hunter narrowed his eyes, which were sandwiched between the tricorn hat and the mask.

He pulled a mercury bullet from his waist pouch and put it into the empty hunter's rifle.

Then he stepped on the cold mist and the smelly blood of wild beasts on the ground, took a step forward, and put the muzzle of the gun against the head of the wailing beast patient.

Because this beast patient was missing an arm, he even had difficulty standing steadily and had completely lost his value as a "training object".

So Henrik just used mercury bullets, intending to blow its head off.

Next to Henrik, Mark had turned around bored and was ready to walk out of the dim alley and continue their night patrol.

But, just as this peaceful night was about to continue.
"tread-"

"Click."

The sound of Mark's boots stepping on the wet ground and the sound of Henrik behind him suddenly tightening the handle of the hunter's rifle as if he was suddenly frightened, rang out at the same time.

The hunter's footsteps are light and swift, and he won't stomp the ground hard unless he loses control.

Hunters have honed their gun-holding skills over a thousand years, and in order to be able to fire at any time, they will not hold the gun tightly like novices, as that will make their shots less accurate and slower.

The fact that Henrik and Mark simultaneously made noises that they shouldn't have made could only mean that at that moment, they both lost control!

It's not even just the two of them, and it's not even just this alley!
A sudden and abrupt silence enveloped the entire Yharnam in an instant.

Everyone realized that something was happening, but most people didn't know what exactly was happening.

It was just a heavy, panic-stricken emotion that suddenly weighed on people's hearts.

And after this moment
"Roar!!!"

The Yharnam city, which was originally dead silent in the night, suddenly erupted with a deafening roar of beasts!

Henrik and Mark, two young hunters, were discussing the increasingly rare lycanthropy in Yharnam and what hunters like them could do in the future a minute ago.

But a minute later, the roars of the beastmen seemed to spread from all over Yharnam in the blink of an eye!
It penetrates everywhere! It’s everywhere!
And the closest one, without a doubt, is right in front of them!

Henrik's eyes, sandwiched between the cocked hat and the mask, suddenly opened wide, full of horror.

Because right in front of him was this beastly patient whose head he had pointed at with a hunter's rifle and whose hand had been broken.

In the blink of an eye, the long process of the development and worsening of the beast disease was completed!
The last second, it was a mildly lycanthropic patient with dirty bandages on its face, wearing an ill-fitting suit jacket and sweatshirt that barely covered its thick black hair.

But the next second.

With the sound of "Cilala", the black hair that grew rapidly became tough and rough, directly tearing the clothes and bandages into pieces!

The noise of bones and flesh being violently deformed by the beast disease, because the whole process happened in such a short time, these sounds sounded like a person's bones and flesh being broken into pieces in an instant!
The hands and feet that originally had human appearance turned into thinner, more slender claws and legs with recurved joints.

The flesh and blood on the abdomen completely disappeared, and the ribs covered with black hair moved strangely in the air.

"Oh!"

There was a flash of muzzle flame!
Although Henrik was shocked, he still seized the opportunity and fired a shot immediately!
The hunter's rifle, which was originally pointed at the opponent's head, fired mercury bullets mixed with the hunter's blood.

(End of this chapter)