Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1313 1285. Blockade
Although they did not travel with Maria and Lan, Mark and Henrik supported each other and continued to move towards the upper echelons of Yharnam.

But it was different from what they expected, that is, everyone was running to the church town on the higher ground.

The drive to Mission Town was very quiet.

Flames were burning, buildings were collapsing, and the air was filled with a strong, choking smell of smoke and blood.

"Wow~"

Mark and Henrik were almost in a daze, looking down at the ripples in the water caused by their footsteps.

It should be a blessing to have so much water in a city where the fire is out of control, but the problem is that this liquid is blood!

The passage to the Church Town has not been completely repaired. There is only a stone brick road sandwiched between the rocks on both sides.

The huge amount of blood almost made Mark and Henrik mistake this place for a puddle.

"Where is this?"

Under the mask, Henrik spoke hesitantly in a low voice that was almost a groan.

What is going on here? !

There were many corpses, most of which were the bodies of Yharnam townspeople.

They also wore everyday clothes, overalls, dresses and so on.

However, the bodies themselves were already in pieces, and some even had signs of being burned.

The bodies were so badly damaged that even Henrik and Mark couldn't tell from the scars what had killed them, and why so much blood had pooled here.

"Those... beasts of disaster!"

Mark murmured softly, his lips trembling.

Apart from the monsters spawned by lycanthropy, what else could create such bloody and bizarre scenes?
Henrik and Mark didn't dare to stay any longer to take a closer look.

The night was already too dark.

They hurried forward, and finally, amidst their high alert and fear, some faint human voices appeared in front of them.

human voice.

On this night, even two young hunters would find comfort in hearing the sounds of a large number of their own kind.

And when they got closer and saw clearly who those people were, they felt a sense of security.

"Mr. Ludwig!"

Mark spoke first. Although he didn't feel tired, he still couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

This is a sense of relaxation that comes from a psychological level.

Just because of one person, the founder of the Church Hunters, the glorious Ludwig.

The legendary hunter was standing with a group of old hunters and hunters from his church, all of them with their heads down, talking about something.

Mark had met Maria before, and his expression was normal.

Although Maria is quite famous, a big part of the reason is that she is the apprentice of the [First Hunter] German.

But Ludwig is a legend in himself.

Mark took the lead and walked quickly towards the group of elite hunters, and Henrik also jogged a few steps following him.

But after jogging two steps, Henrik, who was originally following Mark, couldn't help but stop.

The pair of eyes sandwiched between the cocked hat and the mask, with an uncertain expression, scanned the legendary, famous, heroic and glorious Ludwig, and the group of hunters he led.

Ludwig looked tired yet persistent, which made him feel like a martyred monk in a story.

Henrik simply felt that there was nothing wrong with everyone's evaluation of this heroic hunter.

But on the other hand
These hunters, what on earth are they like?!

Henrik's heart suddenly tightened, and the reason was very clear - the malice in the eyes of many old hunters, and the thick smell of blood that made it almost suffocating!

Henrik's steps were slowed down by these anomalies.

But Mark seemed to be focusing all his attention on Ludwig, so he continued to approach without noticing.

This is normal. After all, it is difficult to count how many church hunters entered this cruel profession because of their personal worship of Ludwig.

But the answer is definitely not small.

"We found a tragic scene not far ahead, Ludwig!"

Mark, who was always calm and a little cold, actually had very obvious emotions in his tone at this time.

"So many people died there that their blood has formed a pool. It must have been done by a very vicious beast!"

Was there relief in his tone? The confidence of having a backbone? The joy of finally being able to put an end to it all?

Henrik didn't know what emotions Mark was feeling at this moment, it was too complicated.

But there is no doubt that the founder of the Church Hunter was unable to respond to Mark's current emotions and feelings at this time.

Ludwig's tired but determined face nodded up and down.

"Yes, I know the situation over there," he said calmly, "but now, Mark. I need you to give your friend behind you a blood collection bottle."

If it was a day ago, when Ludwig called out his name, Mark's calm face would probably immediately reveal an expression of surprise and glory.

But now, he just felt stunned.

"No." Mark looked confused, as if he was not sure if he had heard it wrong. "Ludwig, I just said that there is one or more dangerous animals not far ahead." "Yes, I heard it." Ludwig interrupted Mark, pursed his lips, and repeated his words, "But I ask you now to give the hunter behind you a blood collection bottle. Immediately."

Mark looked at the leader of the church hunters he belonged to in disbelief.

When it was clear that a large number of people were being slaughtered by wild beasts nearby, the honorable Ludwig just calmly asked a hunter to inject a blood vial in front of him? !

This is what it is.
"Blood bottles are precious! We don't have much left! And it's still dangerous here!"

"Give him an injection." Facing Mark's argument, Ludwig just calmly repeated, "You give him an injection in front of us."

"Then you can pass through here and go up into Mission Town."

Mark was stunned and even took a step back unconsciously.

But Henrik had already reacted.

His mask fluttered slightly, and that was his lips moving.

"If I don't want to take a blood vial shot."

The young hunter's eyes were filled with relief that his companions had just brought out, but now they were gone.

He glanced indifferently at the rumored Ludwig and the hunters behind him.

"So what will happen to you?"

For a moment, Henrik saw from the corner of his eye that under the brims of the hunters' hats, the corners of their mouths were pulled into an exaggerated, almost inhuman smile.

It seems that they are also looking forward to this problem happening.

With a "click", the sound of the hunter loading his rifle seemed extremely abrupt in the silent atmosphere.

At this sound, Mark's body trembled as if he was suddenly awakened from hysteria.

Only then did he notice the group of hunters and the blood on Ludwig's body.

Their windbreakers, weapons, and hats were covered in blood, just like the blood pool before!
"Those people didn't die from wild beasts before. You killed them."

Henrik spoke calmly in a declarative tone.

Ludwig suddenly closed his eyes at these words and took a deep breath in pain.

After a moment's silence, Ludwig spoke in a low voice.

"This is not just some beast disease, young man. This is a beast disaster."

"You must have seen the difference tonight. Even a normal-looking person could suddenly turn into a beast in the next second."

"We have taken in many people in the Church Town, using up all of our [Hemotherapy] reserves, so that each of them gets an injection when they come in. Now, only the people in the Church Town are absolutely safe and absolutely pure."

Ludwig's eyes were full of pain, but he still insisted on looking at Henrik with these painful eyes.

"Do you understand? For the sake of those residents who are definitely safe, we must not allow possible dangers and plagues to enter the Church Town!"

A pocket watch appeared in Ludwig's hand.

He opened it and pointed the dial at Henrik.

"The Church's Blood Healing supplies have run out. So I can only let you give yourselves an injection here to ensure your purity."

He glanced at Mark.

"The clergy of the church will not be infected with lycanthropy, so he does not need to be checked. Moreover, he is familiar with blood and can recognize which are fake and inferior blood collection bottles, and which are precious blood collection bottles produced by the church."

"Let him give you an injection, in front of us."

"Time is running out. After the church has used up all of its [Blood Healing] reserves, it has also given a deadline to block the road."

As he spoke, Ludwig heavily closed the cover of the pocket watch in his hand.

"You should be the last group of people allowed to pass if you still have the regular blood collection bottles."

Henrik and Mark both had frozen expressions on their faces.

They did not ask what would happen if they did not have a legitimate blood collection bottle produced by the Healing Church.

The pool of blood not far from here has made the intentions of these hunters very clear.

They were on combat missions, so it was impossible for them to give up their blood bottles.

And if anyone who wants to enter the church town cannot prove himself, he will be presumed guilty!
In other words, kill them all!
Somehow, Henrik's eyes suddenly flashed with the burning city that they had left behind and the corpses they had seen on the road.

Those who were burned to death, those who were killed by wild beasts, and those who were killed by humans.

He suddenly tightened his grip on the meat saw.

But there was absolutely no room for him to move.

Although his action was so subconscious, even Mark beside him didn't feel it.

But Ludwig raised the huge gun in his hand with a "click".

"Don't be impulsive, young man."

Ludwig's gun was pointed precisely at Henrik's head; even the angle at which the gun moved completely blocked all of his possible paths of movement.

As someone who was pointing a gun at someone else, Ludwig's face was heavy and painful.

He looked at Henrik almost pleadingly.

"I beg you, please don't do this."

(End of this chapter)