Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1311 1283. Burning
The upper body of the beastman was smashed into a pulp by Mark's angry hammer.

Only the claws on its hind legs were left, and they were still twitching on the wet ground due to its tenacious vitality, making a 'pat-pat-pat' sound as the nails hit the ground.

Henrik turned around and rushed over a second later.

He was walking in front and needed to turn around when the accident happened, so he was slow for just one second.

But whether it was Mark or Henrik, their faces looked very ugly.

Even though it was blocked by the mask, it was still extremely ugly.

“We failed again.”

Young Henrik lowered his head and spoke as he looked at the body parts scattered on the ground.

This is actually the second wave of residents they have found.

The two of them were inexperienced, and the first wave of people rescued from the sea of ​​fire were instantly killed by the beastly patients who jumped out from behind because they were both leading the way in front.

As for the second wave of people who were rescued just now, both of them have made progress and learned lessons.

They led the way, but in the end,
It can only be said that the progress made by the two young hunters during this night is too small compared to this cruel night itself.

"We." Henrik was surprised to find that Mark's voice was filled with bitterness. "Can we really save others?"

Beastiality.

Why did this ancient disease, which was not well-known in Yharnam and even seemed insignificant under the shadow of gray blood disease, become like this tonight? !

The sudden onset of symptoms without warning, the rapid progression of the disease, and the unprecedented red light in the patient's eyes
Why today?

Why now?

——What on earth are we experiencing now? !
Mark held the flamethrower in his hand, his mind in a mess, the hunter's grip made the metal handle creak.

The buildings on the street collapsed because the cracked bricks and wood could not bear the weight of the buildings.

With a loud bang, a whole wall collapsed.

Henry pulled Mark to get out of the way quickly, thus avoiding being crushed by the rubble of the building.

But when they turned around, they saw many corpses in the ruins of the building.

Perhaps many families on the same street had nowhere to go, so they all gathered together for shelter.

But maybe the fire finally burned over, or maybe it was just like what happened to Henrik and the others, a beastman suddenly appeared in the crowd.

In short, what finally appeared before Henrik and Mark was just a pile of tangled, piled-up human corpses.

"Ah! Ah!"

A dry and weak voice sounded.

A human figure with all its skin and fat burned off stood up from the pile of human limbs, looking like a skinned, bloody frog.

Henrik and Mark couldn't help but open their mouths, staring at the human figure in the fire and ruins in amazement.

They knew that there must be one person in the group who still had a blood bottle, and he gave himself an injection before he died, which was why he showed such terrifying survival ability.

But this was also the first time they saw the other side of [Blood Therapy].

There is no longer a sacred, religious side.

The humanoid who had stabbed himself with a blood collection bottle had already collapsed in the pain of the flames. He couldn't even say a meaningful word, or even shout "save me", but just raised his head and whimpered meaninglessly.

The skin all over his body was burned, and the fat that was heated to a liquid state flowed down his body, eventually sticking his limbs together with other corpses, making them inseparable.

Even at this point, he still couldn't die even if he wanted to.

Because of [blood therapy].

Mark looked at him blankly, then blankly raised the flamethrower in his hand.

Finally, he shivered violently, as if he felt something was too hot, and threw away the weapon in his left hand.

The flamethrower made a clanging sound on the ground and went far away.

"Calm down, Mark!" Henrik took off his tricorn hat and rubbed his eyes hard with his hands.

Even though only a slit of his eyes was visible on his face, it was now red from the smoke and covered with black ash.

"Let's go up! To the Church Town! The fire here is getting bigger and bigger, we can't hold on!"

In other words, they could actually hold on, after all, they still had a few blood bottles on them.

But when Mark and Henrik saw the human figure wailing in the flames but unable to die, they tacitly "forgot" this.

"Save as many people as you can on the road, retreat upwards!"

As he spoke, Henrik pulled Mark, who had also come back to his senses, and they crossed the street, climbed up a vertical ladder, and evacuated towards the top of Yharnam.

Church town.

The Church Town built by the Healing Church has a barrier with Yharnam. It is a barrier that is naturally formed along the height difference of the mountain.

It is difficult for Yharnam's fire to burn there.

In any case, the current Church Town must be a good place to take refuge.

"Yes, Church Town." Mark muttered to himself as he climbed up, "We can notify everyone to take refuge in Church Town! Yes! We can!" The two of them are now at a relatively high altitude in Yharnam, and can overlook most of Yharnam.

But Mark just looked back and quickly turned his head away.

The city was burning, with houses on fire everywhere and columns of black smoke rising from the flickering flames.

The black smoke kept floating upwards and finally merged into the dark night sky.

The roars of crows and wild dogs mixed with the voices of the beastmen, making the human screams seem inconspicuous.

"Climb up, Mark! Quick!"

Henrik shouted from above.

He had also turned his head and looked back on the ladder just now, and he did not turn back immediately in horror like Mark did after just one glance.

Then he saw more.

——Three patients whose illness has progressed to the point where they are crawling on all fours and have completely transformed into beasts, are climbing up with their captivating red eyes staring at them!
Henrik has never met a patient who has already fallen on all fours and turned completely into a beast!

Not to mention the experience of fighting an enemy who is on all fours with red eyes!
He thought he could probably fight one of them and still get by.

But now three of them came at once!
"Climb! Climb up!"

Henrik shouted, climbing up the ladder using his hands and feet.

Mark also perked up at this time and followed closely behind Henrik.

The two men's boots clattered on the vertical ladder, quickly and nervously.

"We're almost there, just a little bit! We can't fight them on the ladder!"

Henrik stared at the end of the vertical ladder, where there was a platform.

At this moment, three completely beastly red-eyed patients, the sound of their claws digging into the wall and climbing up, and the sound of them exhaling from their deformed throats were getting closer and closer.

Henrik never dared to think of competing with them in climbing.

There was no way to get rid of him, and he was about to be caught up.

All he hoped now was to find a suitable place to fight before being caught up, instead of being on this vertical ladder where he couldn't even resist properly.

But Henrik, who was staring at the end of the vertical ladder, only felt a flash of red light before his eyes, followed by a cold and numb feeling coming from his chest.

Opposite the vertical ladder for people to climb, there is a narrow mezzanine, but Henrik never expected that there was a beast patient in this mezzanine!
Its claws passed through the gap in the middle of the vertical ladder and directly grabbed Henryk's chest!
Yharnam hunters have a swift and decisive fighting style. To suit this fighting style, their protective gear is said to be for defense, but in fact it is just very sturdy and thick leather jackets and windbreakers.

This kind of equipment certainly allows people to move lightly, but when the terrain is restricted and movement is impossible, the so-called "defense effect" is really not obvious.

Henryk's eyes were blank. The beastly patient hiding in the mezzanine dug out two of his ribs with one claw!
And when the claws dug out, the broken rib bones were also pulled out of the body.

In the blink of an eye, Henrik's chest and the front of his pants were wet with the blood flowing down.

"brute!"

Mark below had his face covered with Henrik's blood, but he immediately reacted to the sudden change. While cursing, he exerted force with his hands and jumped up a long distance on the vertical ladder!

He shot straight up to the same height as Henrik.

Mark hooked his legs around the side of the ladder, holding Henry, who was exhausted from heavy bleeding, with one hand, and with the other hand holding a one-handed sword, he stabbed across from the gap in the ladder.

"Ow!"

The mezzanine on the opposite side is very narrow, which makes it difficult for the beast patient to be discovered, but also makes it impossible for him to hide.

The one-handed sword stabbed directly into the intersection of the patient's neck and collarbone, causing it to scream.

Mark simply let go and stopped struggling with his one-handed sword.

At the same time, he took off the head of the church stone hammer from his back and threw it down along the vertical ladder.

One of them climbed up the wall and chased after him. The closest beast patient was immediately knocked down by the heavy stone hammer.

Mark took out the blood collection bottle from his pocket and stabbed it into Henrik's thigh with a "pop".

It took less than a breath.

Henrik, who had been dazed and unable to grab the ladder just now, immediately became alert.

"You have no weapons!"

Henrik took a breath, held the ladder tightly again by himself, and said to Mark.

"Just survive the present moment."

The young church hunter said with his lips pursed seriously.

Taking advantage of the delay caused to the beast patient by Mark's series of actions, the two of them hurriedly climbed to the end of the vertical ladder.

This is another street. The huge height difference between the two streets is a characteristic of Yharnam.

But the situation is still not optimistic.

The sound of claws scratching the wall was heard soon after, and Henrik was standing ready facing the direction of the vertical ladder they had just climbed up.

Mark gritted his teeth and searched around, trying to find something that could at least be used as a weapon on the burning streets.

(End of this chapter)