Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1336 1308. Back to the Chapel

Outside Gascoigne's house, the footsteps that were originally so light that ordinary people could not hear them paused for a moment, and then they ran over hurriedly.

A taciturn, cold-blooded and ruthless yellow-coated hunter, who could almost be called the stereotype of a Yharnam hunter, stood at the door holding a meat saw that was still dripping with a sticky mixture of blood, minced meat and black hair.

His face, which was covered by the tricorn hat on his head and the mask on his face, with only a slit of his eyes showing, he looked left and right before walking on the wooden floor into Gascoigne's home.

"You're back again?" Without paying attention to the witcher's greeting, Henrik sighed deeply. "This is not a wise decision, Lan."

"We'll talk about whether it's wise or not later." The demon hunter half-crouched on the ground and shouted without turning his head, "Give me a blood collection bottle first, someone here is poisoned."

Henrik shook his head and stomped his leather boots on the wooden floor. He walked to Lan's side and glanced at Maria who had fainted with her head down.

"It's a waste to use a blood collection bottle at this moment."

"You have to wait for the poison to wear off and almost destroy her body, then you can give her a shot. That's when it will be most effective. Wait."

The old hunter spoke slowly.

An old hunter with so much experience that people believe he "cannot die in the hunt like a hunter", although his knowledge of biology and medicine is far inferior to Lan's.

But he can see through many situations based on experience alone.

In an emergency situation, the calm and unhurried attitude of an experienced person can even make bystanders feel at ease.

Although Lan En was not very panicked at first, Henrik still made him feel a lot more relaxed after just coming out of a nightmare.

Amid the slight collision and friction of armor plates, Lan stood up from in front of Maria and patted his friend's shoulder condescendingly.

Only then did I formally greet him.

"Long time no see, Henrik." The witcher tilted his head and smiled, "You look a little old now, but you are indeed more reliable."

"What do you mean 'it looks like this'?" The old hunter frowned in confusion, his eyes narrowed by his hat and mask.

And then, as Lan En stood up completely, his eyes widened uncontrollably again.

"And what on earth have you eaten now?"

Henrik looked up and down at the tall witcher, who was already two meters and five meters tall.

When we first met, this young man was quite strong, but he was still within the normal range. Now... Which normal person could develop a body shape like this?

"It's a long story." Lan En shrugged, picked up the unconscious Maria, and raised his chin towards Adeline beside him, meaning that Henrik should come over and lend a hand.

Henrik didn't waste any time. He hung the meat saw, which was still dripping with blood and black hair, on his back, carried Adeline on his back, and went out with Lan.

But when he walked to the door and saw Lan pick up the tricorn hat with swan feathers on it from the table, his eyes immediately showed a hint of reminiscence.

When Lan was holding Maria, the hunter's head, which had been lowered due to unconsciousness and weakness, was raised again while walking.
Henrik suddenly stopped.

"It seems that you really have a long story to tell." The old hunter's voice, which was dull because of the mask, revealed disbelief. "That's Ms. Maria?!"

"How can this be?!"

The demon hunter walked ahead without stopping, but just waved without looking back.

"Recognized it? Yes, you must have seen it before."

"But this is not the place for storytelling, Henrik."

Lan, who had already walked out of the room and reached the ditch behind Gascoigne's house, stretched his head and looked down.

Under the gas street lamps of Yharnam, the carcass of a huge, fat black pig lay in the mud of the ditch below.

The fat pig looked about the same size as a smaller Asian elephant.

However, although it was unusually large, Lan En had seen it before when he was in Yharnam.

But now
Lan En first looked at the fat pig corpse under the canal in amazement, then raised his head to look at the abnormally large blood-red moon in the sky.

The red moon rose after Lan En killed the [Stupid Spider] Rom. Under the red moon, the monsters in Yharnam underwent changes to varying degrees.

In other words, this blood-red moonlight reflects the reality of these monsters to a certain extent.

For example, the fat pig under the ditch now has a large area on its face where its eyes and nose used to be, which is now completely sunken.

And in the concave part, there are dozens of slippery eyeballs of different sizes densely packed and squeezed together!
Because it was already dead, the pupils of those dozens of slippery eyeballs of different sizes were all pointing in different directions.

The numerous eyes facing different directions make people feel uncomfortable.

"No need to look at it." The old hunter who was carrying Adeline said in a muffled voice, "When it was alive, its eyes were already like that."

Henrik and Lan walked side by side. Henrik used his free hand to pull Maria's eyelids and then looked at the blood that kept flowing out of her mouth.

The blood had flowed from Lan En's shoulder of bone-white armor all the way to his calf shin.

Then Henrik nodded, apparently confirming that Maria's body had been almost destroyed, and then he took out a blood bottle from his pocket and stabbed it into Maria's shoulder.

"Did you really come up with this thing?" After pricking the blood collection bottle, Henrik threw the bottle away and pointed at the blood moon in the sky. "Under this moon, the monsters in Yharnam now are a little too creepy even for me."

At that time, Henrik went to the closed Byronvis with his colleagues and met Master William.

But then, the old guy was put to sleep silently by Master William, and it was Lan who carried him back to the Orton Chapel after finishing his work.

He did not witness the rising of the blood moon, but it seemed that in the following time, he had "communicated" with the monsters under the blood moon many times.

All the way from Gascoigne's house to the chapel at Orton, there were only corpses flowing with sticky blood, but no living monsters.

Apparently, the road had always been cleared.

As we approached the Orton Chapel, the smell of incense was still strong.

The arrival of Lan En and the other two obviously caused some ripples in this disturbing bloody night.

As soon as the witcher stepped through the door of the Orton Chapel, he heard a cry of surprise.

"what!"

That was Viola, Gascoigne's wife, sitting in a chair with her two daughters sleeping on her legs.

She was obviously a little excited when she saw Lan En, but then she became worried.

It is certainly a good thing to see friends again, but right now I really shouldn't be happy because my friends have fallen into a dangerous quagmire again.

Henrik quietly placed Adeline on his shoulders on the ground next to a pile of incense jars, and Lan also placed the unconscious Maria against the wall.

Finally I had some free time to take another look at the little church of Orton after having been away for a long time.

Lan En didn't know how Yanan reflected the flow of time now, but since he left, there were only two or three more people in this small church.

Dr. Yusefka was looking after her bound sister. Although she was worried, she still gave Lan a bitter but grateful smile when he looked over.

Gascoigne's two daughters were sleeping on Viola's lap, and he himself seemed to be out.

The prostitute who was directed by Lan En from the church town was holding her stomach and looked a little uncomfortable, but she also nodded to Lan En who helped her.

"Although it seems irrational for you to come back, there is another way." Henrik helped to settle the two unconscious people and whispered to Lan En.

“We are really struggling right now.”

The old hunter's eyes, sandwiched between his hat and mask, were tired but strong.

"Supplies are running out too quickly. Food, water, and incense. This night is too long."

"Gascoigne and I are spending more and more time looking for supplies, and gradually even the two of us can't take turns to go out. "

"God knows how this could happen."

The old hunter's eyes were confused and messy.

He still hadn't regained consciousness from the chaotic night of hunting and only thought it was still 'one night'.

Under the power of those superiors and ancient gods, who prolonged this hunting night, they completely ignored all kinds of abnormalities and irregularities logically.

Lan didn't say much, just patted Henrik on the shoulder.

He took out a lot of things from his alchemical leather bag and handed them to him.

As Henrik took it, he tilted his head towards Maria, who was already vaguely awake.

"What on earth is going on? Is it really Ms. Maria? She has been dead for a long time!"

"She is indeed Maria, but how can I explain it?" Lan En said helplessly, "Even if I tell you, you won't understand. Anyway, I have pulled them out of the nightmare of death."

If the person you are talking to is a sober hunter, then this matter is easy to explain.

But Henrik was not "awake", he was just an old hunter who was too strong and had the help of Lan, so he survived this hunting night with only one life.

Sometimes, being strong or not is not an essential difference.

Just like Henrik and Simon.

As an old hunter, his experience and skills are so strong that he almost never makes mistakes, but he is completely unaware of his current true situation.

A person who can be hunted to death, but can travel between dreams and has some understanding of Yharnam's current situation.

"Is it complicated?" Henrik's mask moved, as if he pursed his lips under the mask.

But in the end, the old hunter just sighed and shook his head.

"If there's no way to tell, then there's no way to tell."

"On this hunting night, bizarre and horrific things that cannot be described are not uncommon. Hey, what's the big deal about the resurrection of the dead?"

(End of this chapter)