Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1340 1312. Goodbye Master
Let Lan fight to the death with Ludwig, who has also been tortured into a weird appearance. Then the young witcher will not be disturbed by the enemy's appearance at all during the whole battle.

Because that was indeed a battle that required him to cheer up and devote himself wholeheartedly.

But now, Lan En seemed much more casual.

He watched Henrik silently and skillfully use [Visceral Attack] on the strange werewolf, and he couldn't help but grind his back teeth.

It’s not because of the brutal and bloody hunting methods of the Yharnam hunters. He has long been accustomed to this.

It was that weird werewolf.

When Henrik's palm stabbed into the tangled legs and arms on the chest and abdomen, the other scattered limbs growing out of the werewolf suddenly straightened up as if feeling pain.

After Henrik completed the last part of [Visceral Attack], he thrust his palm into the werewolf's chest and abdomen, grabbed the internal organs and pulled them out violently!
The many limbs that made up the werewolf began to twitch and dance like crazy, just like the claws and claws of a dying millipede.

"That's why I said that," Henrik casually shook off the sticky meat and blood on his hands, and glanced at the young demon hunter who was shocked. "These monsters are very different from before. We need to be careful."

Just like before, the old hunter spoke to the young witcher half warningly and half with care.

But now, Lan En is no longer the novice who had just arrived and needed the reminders of the old hunters to adapt to the customs of Yharnam.

So the demon hunter just made a "tsk tsk tsk" sound with disgust, and kicked the strange werewolf that was motionless after suffering a [Visceral Critical Hit] with his boots.

"Is it normal for this thing to appear here?"

Lan said with a frown.

Although Yharnam was also a nightmare now, he had only seen a monster twisted to this extent in the nightmare caused by the murder of the orphan from Kos.

And that was already Yharnam's deepest and most terrifying nightmare.

"Of course it's not normal." Henrik's eyes, which were caught between the brim of his hat and his mask, were calm. "I've been a hunter for too long, but this is the first time I've seen such a twisted monster."

"I even had to kill two of them before I could find the right time to [shoot back] at them."

[Gun Counter] is a relatively advanced skill among veteran hunters.

By shooting at the most delicate moment, the enemy can be thrown off balance and out of control.

The specific principle is similar to the stance collapse of the [Ashina Style] and the [Combat Skill·Block] of the Fire World, the only difference is the timing.

Lan En also knew very well that with Henryk's character, what he meant by 'being able to seize the opportunity' should be that after killing two of these monsters, he would be able to [gun] this kind of enemy at will.

No matter what tricks this enemy uses, the old hunter has seen through them. After one shot, just kneel down and wait for the [Visceral Critical Hit].

Even among the group of veteran hunters, Henrik was frighteningly experienced.

He can accomplish things that many people dare not even think of just based on his experience.

The crow hunter Irene even went back several times in order to hunt down the mad man, but she still had no idea.

Until this reincarnation, the actions of the young demon hunter from another world have prevented this terrifying old hunter from going crazy until now.

Thinking back to the young Henrik whom he met again in the nightmare, who had just become a hunter for a few days, and whose immature and reckless appearance made Lan En feel even more strange.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Henrik was a little surprised at the way Lan looked at him.

"Nothing." The demon hunter shook his head and changed the subject. "I was just wondering, after this hunting night, what plans do old hunters like you have? After all, Yharnam is completely destroyed, right?"

"Hunting night is over?"

When Henrik heard Lan's words, he was visibly stunned at first, which was almost the same as Irene's reaction.

Apparently, the long and vague time had made the old hunter completely forget the idea that 'this hunting night could ever pass'.

But after a moment of silence, the old hunter's muffled voice under the mask finally rang out hesitantly, holding down the brim of his khaki hat.

"Should I leave Yharnam? Of course, I have to persuade Gascoigne and the others to join me."

"Blood therapy, the pleasure and vitality of sacred blood. If these things have endangered the safety of my family and friends, then I have to give them up."

"I'm really tired of hunting. Alas~"

At the end of his speech, Henrik sighed heavily with exhaustion, as if he wanted to let out all the exhaustion in his body and lungs.

"Really? Leaving Yharnam." Lan En chuckled. "For a native of Yharnam, this must be a very difficult decision to make."

Yharnam is dangerous and treacherous, but no matter what the reason is, it is like a curse, people who come to Yharnam can never leave easily.

Not to mention the locals.

The two continued on their way, walking the path they had once walked together.

First the stone pavement in the city of Yharnam, then the overgrown dirt road in the forbidden forest.
Fortunately, there were not many strange and disgusting beasts on the road that the two of them had already cleared.

On the road that was not particularly urgent or dangerous, the old hunter began to follow the trajectory of their previous conversation, stumbling over and describing his best imagined ending, life after the hunting night. "I am good at repairing deformable weapons. Maybe after I leave Yharnam, I can become a repairman? After all, weapons and equipment are pretty much the same, right?"

"Can Gascoigne continue to be a priest? No, he can't do that. He should stay as far away from those supernatural things as possible in his life. Even for Viola and the two children, he should stay away from them."

Henrik never thought about these things, because he never thought the night of hunting would end.

But even when they started talking about these topics at random, Lan En could sense from his words and tone his vision of a peaceful life in the future.

That was the vision of the future of an old hunter who had been tired for too long.

"But after saying so much, have you ever thought about where to go after leaving Yanan?"

Lan asked, scratching his head, and got Henrik's stuck.

His mouth, which had been talking nonstop, suddenly fell silent.

".No, I don't know."

As a native Yharnamite, Henrik had no idea what was outside this ancient city, nor did he know what was there.

But the old hunter turned his head and looked.

"So you are a foreigner, right? Do you have any city to recommend?"

"Yes, I do." Lan En stroked his chin thoughtfully, "But, let's talk about it after this hunting night is really over."

They walked very quickly along the way. In addition, the last time they came here, Lan En used the [Light Body Technique] to jump over and opened the main gate of Byronvis, which was considered a shortcut.

So as they walked and talked, the two of them soon arrived at this ancient academy in Yharnam again.

Lan En's boots with bite-grip dragon scales stepped from the muddy ground of the forest to the stone ground of the academy.

The strange enemy he and Henrik had killed long ago, a corpse with fly wings, spindly arms, and a big head full of eyeballs, was still lying on the ground.

Everything seemed to be still in one night. Just one night.

And it was not beyond Lan's expectations.

With a dull "bang", the old hunter following behind him seemed to have suddenly fallen asleep. He fell to the ground as soon as one foot stepped over the gate of Byron Weiss College.

The witcher put his hands on his hips and sighed, dragging the old hunter into the academy building.

The appearance here remained unchanged. The luxurious sofa used by students for salons and gatherings looked dim because there was no candlelight. Lan put Henrik on it.

He walked up to the second floor of Byron Weiss College in the dark, stepping on the expensive and solid wooden floors and steps with his boots, and headed straight for the terrace.

The open-air terrace extending from the building extends all the way to the surface of the large lake in front of the college.

When Lan En walked from the inside of the building to the open-air terrace, he felt his eyes brighten. Literally brighten.

An incredibly large, incredibly close, and incredibly bright full moon was occupying most of the night sky from Lan En's perspective.

It was completely different from the blood moon hanging in the sky outside before coming to Byronvis.

The person Lan En was looking for was still old and frail, wearing gorgeous and complicated clothes, holding a scepter, and sitting in a rocking armchair.

The armchair rocked slowly and steadily in the moonlight, as if it would stay with the moon in the sky forever.

The full moon, the big lake, and a quiet and mysterious old man sitting in a rocking chair on the terrace.

Everything seemed to be exactly the same as when Lan En first came.

But in Lan En's eyes now
The witcher's amber cat eyes did not look at the blindfolded old man in the armchair, nor at the bright full moon in the sky.

Instead, he just looked at his feet, as well as the ground and buildings outside the terrace with interest.

"At first, even after I killed Rom, my vision was unable to see clearly what was happening to you. But now I know that even my wildest guess at the time was far off."

Lan did not speak to Master William in the rocking chair.

He just lowered his head, looked around, and then spoke casually to no one in particular.

But even so, Master William didn't seem surprised, and was even a little happy.

He gently shook the scepter in his hand, and the bell on the top of the scepter made a pleasant sound.

"Ah, you can already see so many things clearly. It seems that your vision has been well developed by you."

"Come on, come here. Let's talk, talk."

"How are you going to end this nightmare?"

(End of this chapter)