Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1348 1320. Wake up
While Lan looked up, the [Quen Seal] on his armor was automatically triggered to create a gap for the scattered bullets.

The sickle blade that had fallen off during the weapon's transformation was grabbed back into the palm of Geman's right hand in an instant as he reached out sideways.

The next moment
"Stab!"

A sharp explosion and dazzling sparks appeared at the same time!
The Mars was so intense and bright that the intensity of the brief exposure even made the surrounding environment appear dark for a moment!
And after this moment, the truly violent sound waves swept out.

Starting from Lan En's side, a sharp and hideous knife mark extended from his feet to twenty meters away.

The broken earth and rocks flew everywhere, and the flying white petals were stirred by the wind and did not fall down for a long time.

Geman, who was already holding the sickle of [Funeral Blade] in his right hand, turned around at the end of the cut mark.

The wind, which was a step slower than him, just caught up with him with a "boom". The expanding and surging air violently broke the already floating petals into even more pieces and blew them higher.

At this time, Lan En slowly lowered his arm that had been blocking his neck.

On the outside of his arm armor, a small area of ​​Smaug's dragon scales now looked like lava that was gradually cooling down.

It slowly faded from the bright red color, and finally turned back to its normal bone white color.

Yes, Gehman's skills are more limited compared to Lan's.

He can't use air blades to expand his attack range, nor does he have the magic tricks of a demon hunter.

But there is one thing: he is really, really, fast!
Amid the falling petals, German turned around.

On the old man's body, the green flame that seemed to be burning statically was becoming more vigorous and surging.

And on the sickle blade that he held in one hand, there was a large piece of metal at the edge of the blade, just like the one on Lan En's arm armor in the distance.

It is slowly changing from a bright red color to a darker color.

The moment he got the sickle back in his hand, German immediately activated his body and the [Acceleration Technique] that he had developed to the extreme.

Compared to the sickle form of the weapon, his one-handed swordsmanship can even be called crude, but once combined with his own speed
Just now, he really just raised the knife to his side and rushed past Lan En.

However, such a simple and crude move directly rubbed the outside of Smaug's arm armor and a section of the blade of the Funeral Blade, causing them to heat up and become shiny and red!

On the sea of ​​flowers on the ground, a hideous huge crack was plowed out by his speed and the blade placed outside his body!

The sickle in German's hand slowly dropped until it approached the wooden prosthesis.

The sickle of [Funeral Blade] is sharpened on both sides.

In sickle form, Gehman uses the inner curve of the sickle blade to cut.

When in one-handed mode, the outer arc of the sickle blade is used for slashing.

"The armor is nice, although it looks old-fashioned." Geman praised it again slowly. "It seems to be made of scales from some monster? It's really strange, I've never seen it before."

"It's just a foreigner's foreign armor." Lan En shook the arm that he had just raised to block the sickle blade and said indifferently, "Why, are you interested?"

"Haha." Under the brim of his hat, German smiled nonchalantly, "I'm old enough now, and I don't want to pursue old-fashioned armor anymore."

The next moment, the old hunter, with a smile on his face, suddenly disappeared!
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"Suck~"

With a sudden inhale, Maria subconsciously reached for her waist to grab her [Falling Leaf] long sword.

To her relief and relief, she immediately grabbed her weapon in a familiar position.

“No one touches them.”

A voice that seemed familiar but unfamiliar to Maria came from the side.

It was the voice of an old man in his fifties or sixties, and he was wearing a mask, so it sounded a little muffled.

A hunter.

Maria opened her eyes, took the cocked hat with the swan feathers from beside her face, and pushed it back on her head as she straightened up.

Cold and calm, even when standing in a sea of ​​minced meat and blood, the voice of a Yharnam hunter is always like this.

So Maria immediately recognized that the old man who was talking to her was an old hunter.

A very dangerous old hunter.

Maria stood up cautiously, her hand never leaving the handle of the long sword at her waist, and her eyes never leaving the old hunter in the khaki coat.

She could feel that the other party was also on guard against her, but the other party's guard was always subtle and not revealed at all.

But Maria's left shoulder and arm unconsciously had hair standing up under her coat.

Maria had experienced this warning feeling in her body once before, when she was targeted by a vicious and terrifying beast while hunting.

It’s just that this time it’s more directed and targeted.

Because the left side of her body is the weakest point in her swordsmanship.

And she was sure that she had never dealt with this old hunter before.

In other words, can I tell where my weaknesses are just from looking at my physical habits?

Not only have they never dealt with him, but in Maria's impression, there is no such character among the most powerful hunters.

Behind Henrik, two little girls in dresses who were originally peeking out were now curled up in their mother's arms at the other end of the Orton Chapel, looking in this direction curiously.

When Maria carefully moved her body after waking up from the poisoning, she also saw clearly where she was.

With a light "click" sound, the leather glove loosened from the knife handle. Under Maria's cold eyes, she raised her hand and slightly smoothed her white hair which was a little messy because she had just stood up from the ground.

The female hunter adjusted her hair neatly and gracefully, and the blood noble herself exuded an air of elegance and nobility.

The combination of movements and temperament made the two little girls who were peeking curiously from a distance couldn't help but exclaim in their mother's arms.

Viola, who was holding them, patted their heads with some jealousy.

But Henrik, who was sitting on the steps and looking at each other, had eyes that were sandwiched between the mask and the brim of his hat, but there was always calmness in his eyes.

"Calm down now? Well, it appears that you are indeed Ms. Maria."

"It seems we have never met, sir." Maria said calmly, and at the same time adjusted her lace scarf that was stained red due to vomiting blood.

"But Adeline was sleeping there, too, and there were women and children. It didn't look like a battleground or an execution ground."

"Since there is no danger for the time being, there is only one question left."

Maria lowered her head and looked seriously at Henrik who was sitting on the steps.

"Where is the man who brought me here, a very tall man?"

"Lan?" Henrik said without hiding anything. "He wants to end this long night of hunting, so he plans to do something."

"What about it?"

"Specifically." Faced with the question, the old hunter remained calm. "He didn't want to say it. I trust him, so I won't ask any more questions."

"Hunting Night." Maria pinched her high nose bridge with a headache, "I haven't asked yet, what does this word mean?"

".Hehehe." Henrik was a little stunned and silent at first, and then he smiled softly under the mask, "Yeah, you shouldn't know. After all, wasn't the beast disease almost declared to be 'eradicated' in those days?"

Maria opened her mouth speechlessly. In her opinion, this was indeed the case.

In the days of old Yharnam, except for the last day when the fire spread, lycanthropy really didn't seem to be a problem that could attract attention.

"There are more and more lycanthropes, so the hunters have to choose one night to let everyone go home, and walk on the streets to kill all the crazy people who dare to go out."

Henrik briefly explained the concept of Hunting Night, but just this simple sentence was enough to stun Maria, a person from the old Yharnam era.

"Hunter. Hunting in the street?"

Maria murmured in pain and disbelief.

"Will the situation continue to deteriorate to this extent?"

"What did we do in the beginning?"

"I don't know what you senior officials did back then." Henrik said casually. At the same time, he seemed to relax. He raised his hand to take off his hat and untied his mask.

"But if you need to, you can rest in this little church in Uldren. After all, Lan entrusted you here."

"Orton Chapel?" Maria seemed somewhat familiar with the name.

The Orton Chapel is located on the edge of the church town and was built a long time ago.

She scanned the chapel, as if matching the current topography with her distant memories.

Finally, after seeing a small door on the side of the chapel, Maria's eyes fixed.

"Lan En." Her eyes were motionless, but she asked, "Where did he go when he left?"

Henrik casually pointed behind him, and it was the small door that Maria had been staring at.

In the eyes of this blood noble, that road has overlapped with the place in his memory.

That was - a hunter workshop established by his teacher, Geman!
There the white flowers bloomed, and many a hunter's weapon was perfected and trained there.

And when Lan En embarked on this path, what he meant by "doing something" naturally went without saying in Maria's eyes.

Subconsciously, he tightened his grip on his weapon.

"Do you have any blood bottles with you?"

After asking this question, Maria suddenly realized that she seemed to have not asked the old hunter in front of her what his name was, which was a bit too rude.

But before she could remedy the situation, Henrik, who had already taken off his mask and hat, pointed to Maria's feet.

There were twenty blood collection bottles in a standard bandage, like a bullet belt for shotgun shells.

Maria bent down and picked up the string of hunting-standard blood bottles.

"Aren't you going to stop me?"

She asked cautiously.

Henrik shook his head.

"He didn't let me follow, but he didn't tell me about you. I trust him, but I have to admit, I'm a little worried about him."

Suddenly, Maria, who was bending down to pick up the blood bottle, was stunned when she saw Henrik's calm and old face.

"You are..." She asked tentatively, uncertainly, "Henrik?"

(End of this chapter)