Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1339 1311. Fire Paper Thunder Paper
After being convinced that Lan En was nearly 70% sure, he could end this long night of hunting after a series of actions.

Irene's originally cold and erratic voice became enthusiastic and motivated.

After all, in terms of human mental endurance, every sober hunter in Yharnam has already collapsed and then barely held on, and this has happened countless times.

This did indeed hone their extraordinary skills and experience, but they were all too tired.

As the 'hunter who hunts mad hunters', the crow hunters are under even greater pressure.

But "hope" is something that has such an alluring magic.

No matter how exhausted and depressed a person is, as long as they see the light of this thing, they will suddenly become more motivated.

After the conversation, Irene shook off the crow feather cloak that had been tangled into a large piece by the sticky beast blood, and then left the Orton Chapel without stopping.

She wanted to go to the places where Simon often stayed to confirm what condition Simon, who died in the collapsed dream, was in now, as a reference for their group.

"correct."

But before Irene left with great enthusiasm, Lan reached out and called her.

"I got a stack of [Fire Paper] earlier, and it's very useful." The demon hunter took out a piece of sandpaper from his bag and showed it to Irene. "Is there any place in Yharnam that has this little prop now?"

In the eyes of Lan En, who had just come to Yharnam, things like [Fire Paper] were very useful little combat props.

Can directly attach flames to weapons to increase their lethality.

Although today, he can already use seals to superimpose his swordsmanship and easily use the swordsmanship of [Flowing Fire Blade].

But he saw that Fluffy Ball liked this kind of prop very much, which could directly increase the lethality and flame state of his weapon in a tense battle.

Although the fluff ball didn't come with him this time, he still wanted to take some back as a gift.

"【Fire Paper】?" Irene shook her head impatiently.

We are about to do something big, who has the time to pay attention to these little props?

But she still took out a small stack of sandpaper from under her crow feather cloak and handed it to Lan.

However, unlike the dark red [Fire Paper], blue arcs of electricity would occasionally 'crackle' on this small stack of sandpaper.

"I've run out of Fire Paper. This is Thunder Paper. It's used in the same way, but the weapon is wrapped in electricity instead of flames."

While stuffing a stack of sandpaper into Lan's hand, Irene gave a brief explanation.

"This is the research result of Archibald, the [Weird] in the Hunter Workshop. Like [Fire Paper], it is not a very profound technology. If you need it, I can make some for you in the workshop."

Lan En raised his eyebrows, picked up a piece of crackling sandpaper with some surprise, and looked at it in front of his eyes.

He didn't expect that Yanan also had the technology to infuse thunder into weapons.

However, judging from the color, this kind of thunder is closer to natural thunder and is very similar to the one released by a Qilin.

It is very different from the golden thunder used to hunt dragons in the Fire World.

But we can't just judge from the surface. After all, if it were in another world, Lan En wouldn't think much about it, but in the strange and eerie Yharnam, this kind of thunder is most likely just similar in color to natural lightning.

The essence of this should still be lightning produced by supernatural means.

If it was before, then a small prop like [Thunder Paper] would not only make the fluff ball happy, but it would also be very useful to Lan En.

However, after killing the [Lord of the Mist Nest] Tyrannosaurus, he had already made it clear that he had the authority to cast the unique spell system of the Fire World, [Miracle].

Although he was not sure where this authority came from, he could use the [Miracle Lightning Sword] anyway and directly attach the dragon-hunting golden thunder to his weapon.

Therefore, the practicality of [Thunder Paper] to Lan En himself is greatly reduced.

but
"You said you could make this kind of little prop?" Lan En put the [Thunder Paper] into the alchemical leather bag on his waist and asked the Crow Hunter with interest.

"Not at first." Irene answered briefly. After seeing hope, she couldn't wait to take action.

"But after so many experiences, even if it's an accidental success, it should be some progress."

"This technology is not too profound. Although it is controlled by the church workshop, I still say that I have experienced it so many times."

"If you're interested in these little props, I'll teach you after we're all done."

Lan nodded with interest.

But before the Demon Hunter could say anything, the Crow Hunter's bird-beak mask froze for a moment, and then a muffled sigh came from inside.

"'After we're done'. I can't believe I'll ever get the chance to say that again in this long, endless night of hunting."

"Have some faith in me." Lan En encouraged her in a joking tone, but his eyes were very serious. "I am quite interested in this craft. I must learn it and have fun with it." "Then wish me good luck." The bird-beak mask nodded up and down, "Wish you good luck too, kind hunter."
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"Are you going to Byronvis again?" Henrik asked in confusion about Lan's actions while cleaning the beast meat and rough black hair stuck in his meat saw mechanism.

"Didn't we just go there?"

However, his own confused and deluded sense of time unconsciously made his tone carry a hint of self-doubt.

In his mind, he had already been to Byronvis with Lan once that night and back, which was a round trip.

And to walk from Churchtown to Byron West in one night, and back again? Isn't this crazy?

But in fact, that happened almost half a year ago.

Lan was not surprised to see that Henrik was a little confused about the difference between his thoughts and his sense of facts.

Because an unconscious hunter will never be able to see the truth.

Sure enough, Henrik's slight self-doubts were soon affected by the silent and traceless force.

The confusion of time blinded him again.

"I'm just telling you something," the witcher shrugged nonchalantly at the old hunter. "When I left last time, I forgot to ask Master William about something. This matter is urgent, so I have to go back quickly."

"Didn't we kill all those crazy beasts on the way? I just need to take another trip. It's no trouble."

The old hunter looked Lan up and down with suspicion.

He looked back at the Gascoignes.

The hunter who used to be a priest seemed to sense his gaze and turned his head and nodded up and down.

".I'd better go with you." The old hunter pressed the khaki hat on his head and whispered. "You brought a lot of food. If you eat sparingly, you can last a long time. Gascoigne is back too, so I don't have to worry about this."

"And after the blood moon rose, those filthy beasts have changed a lot. If we treat them as easy to deal with as before, something bad will definitely happen."

Lan En smiled nonchalantly.

Firstly, his fighting ability is no longer comparable to when he first arrived in Yharnam, so he is very confident.

Secondly, he remembered the path leading to Byronvis very clearly. He and Henrik had almost fought each other to the death at that time. What danger could there be?
Not even the word "dangerous", is there anything on this road that can "scare" him? It's impossible.
"Fuck! What the hell is this?!"

Under the blood moon, on the deserted and gloomy streets of Yharnam, the demon hunter was suddenly startled and took a small step back, subconsciously uttering curse words that had not been uttered in a long time!

Lan's amber cat eyes widened, and his body leaned back slightly in instinctive resistance, as if trying to stay away from the thing in front of him.

The monster that suddenly jumped out from the corner in front of him, the "jumping out" action itself did not scare him, because his excellent and extraordinary hearing had already detected the existence of the monster before the other party took action.

What scared Lan En a little was the other party's appearance.

The beasts of Yharnam were bizarre and terrifying, but Lan En only now knew what form these things would take under the blood moon.

It was a monster whose beast disease had developed to an advanced stage and whose form had basically become that of a werewolf.

Lan En had seen at least a dozen of these monsters in Yharnam.

Originally, there should be no waves in my heart.

But the one in front of me.
"Whoo~"

It lay on the ground, and the hot air it exhaled turned into a white mist when it got close to the ground.

The limbs clattered chaotically on the wet stone floor.

Yes, a mess of limbs.

The body of this 'werewolf' is not a regular, skinny werewolf covered in black hair. Instead, it seems to be made up of many wolf, dog, and human limbs fused and entangled together to form its waist, chest, abdomen, legs, and other limbs!
And it seemed like the fusion was not complete, either there was a skinned dog leg that had not been absorbed into the body and was sticking out from the lower back toward the sky, or there was a human hand hanging down from the belly!

The sound of it crawling on the ground was so terrifying that it sounded like several bloody hands clapping on the ground.

However, Lan En is not the kind of person who would be affected in a tense and tense battle just because the enemy looks weird and ugly.

The reason why he was so 'careless' now was because he didn't think that this scene was dangerous at all.

"Oh!"

The hunter's musket burst into flames from behind the witcher, and the mercury bullet hit the monster's chest at a critical and delicate moment, causing it to stagger uncontrollably.

Then, an old hunter in khaki clothes flashed in front of the monster as lightly and quickly as a ghost.

With a "puff", blood splattered!
[Visceral Critical Hit]!
(End of this chapter)