Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1367 1339. Changes in [Muddy Flow]
When talking about his future, the Crow Hunter was obviously hesitant and confused.

She had been trapped in the hunting night for too long, so long that she almost forgot how a normal person should live.

So now I can only speak vaguely but with implicit expectation.

"I need to rest for a while." Her tone was filled with a sense of relief from finally being able to take a breath after a long period of fatigue. "Good, take a rest."

"It's a deserted Yharnam. There are no monsters or residents. This is good."

"Even if my spirit is tense because of the sudden change in environment, it won't hurt anyone."

"We'll take some time off together."

At the end of her speech, Irene pointed familiarly at the witch in red who was still lying on the ground.

After the nightmare, the witcher could probably figure out why the red witch had a vague feeling of being discriminated against in Yharnam before.

Because of her attire, there is no doubt that it is inherited from the Church of the Good Golden Cup in the old Yharnam era.

She is not a clergyman of the Healing Church. On the contrary, she is a member of the good Golden Cup Church who was defeated by the Healing Church in the normal timeline and was regarded as the root of the disaster during the night of destruction of Old Yharnam.

In the normal timeline, without Lan's rampage, the Healing Church would have successfully concealed all the scandals and truths revealed on the night of the destruction of Old Yharnam.

The person who took the blame was the Good Golden Cup Church which had been hyped up and selected in the early stage.

Being the remnant of the Good Golden Cup Church, life must be hard.

But since we have survived this unprecedented hunting night, any other twists and turns will be nothing more than small waves.

The red-robed witch laughed softly.

The sound was eerie and decadent, like a piece of phlegm stuck in the throat.

But everyone present no longer judged her by her appearance and voice.

"That sounds good." Lan En nodded and then extended his hand to the Crow Hunter, "Give me one of your resonance bells as well, so we can chat about it."

"You young man." The bird-beak mask tilted first, and then began to take something out from under the large crow feather cloak, "What do you think of the old hunter's resonance bell?"

While complaining, Irene still handed the bell to Lan En.

By the way, there is also the bow blade I got from Simon.

At this point, the crow hunter, exhausted both physically and mentally, hardly wanted to touch any hunting-related props.

After giving the things, Irene was silent for a moment, but finally raised her hand and reached behind her head where the bird-beak mask was.

After a 'click' sound, she took off her bird-beak mask with some hesitation, and even with a little fear of resistance to change.

It was a face that had many wrinkles but still showed a kind of beautiful bone structure. Coupled with the calmness and indifference that had been ingrained in the bones of the Yharnam hunter, he looked like an elder with a sense of distance.

The Crow Hunter's beak mask left a lasting indentation on her face.

But the trace will eventually disappear.

"Very beautiful, Irene." Lan En said sincerely with his arms folded across his chest, "If you get more sun, your complexion will be better and you'll look even better."

The Crow Hunter's originally somewhat uneasy expression relaxed a little.

"You're the only one here who says someone is beautiful. It feels like a mockery."

Without the mask to block him, the Crow Hunter sneered and complained.
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Three days have passed since the Moon God was killed in the dream that belongs only to hunters.

Nothing major happened during this period, but at night, those who remained in the city would sometimes be frightened by the night and howl wildly.

But every time Irene, Maria, and Lan went to take a look, they could be sure that it was just a normal behavioral disorder caused by a mental breakdown.

'A very common mental breakdown'. Just talking about it makes people feel cold inside.

But even so, compared to what happened to Yharnam before, this was indeed just something so 'ordinary' that it did not require attention.

Not every Yharnamite has the determination and perseverance to break their blood addiction, or the support of their family.

Most of them have lost their family members, and the pain in their hearts needs even more "anesthetic" to soothe them.

So after a few days, some people in Yharnam actually started looking for blood bottles in the deserted city.

Perhaps these guys who are addicted to blood can no longer be considered human beings.

Or maybe they just wanted to find a comfortable way to die for their broken spirits.

During this period, Irene also suffered from mental confusion at night.

She suspected it was just another dream, but after being illuminated by the Light of the Two Sacred Trees on Lan's long sword and soothed by the Axis Seal, she became much calmer. This behavior was not beyond the demon hunter's expectations. After all, even the mental trauma caused by ordinary battlefields may not be healed for a lifetime.

Not to mention Yharnam's seemingly endless night of hunting.

Only time and rest, and perhaps the kind and beautiful power of the elves of Arda, can heal this wound.

If there was no improvement, Lan thought he could go to the World of Arda to talk to Elrond and see if he could let Aelin rest in Rivendell for a while.

Elrond, who was supposed to be hospitable, would not refuse.

The young demon hunter thought as he watched the cut on his wrist heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the ground was a basin of blood that was dark and dirty because it was mixed with dust and drug waste.

As of today, just as Lan and Mentos calculated, all the blood in his body has been replaced.

The high-energy blood with strong flow and rich nutrition filled Lan's body, from the superficial subcutaneous layer to the muscles, internal organs, and brain.
"Huh~" Lan En simply breathed a sigh of relief, then slowly clenched his fists.

The well-defined, beautiful muscles on his arms began to swell with blood, eventually stretching the buckles of the arm armor so much that they made a clacking sound.

It seemed as if it would burst apart in the next moment because it could not withstand this surging and violent force!
The feeling of strength refilling his body made Lan En feel comfortable and at ease.

The broad, huge, black and white giant sword was quietly leaning against the wooden cabinet behind Lan En.

This is Yusefka's clinic. Since that night, Lan, Maria and Adeline have helped Dr. Yusefka clean up the place over the past few days.

It is basically the same as the previous clinic, except that it no longer performs [blood therapy].

Lan En stood up from the basin containing the discarded blood, stretched his muscles briefly, and then grasped the hilt of the sword [Muddy Flow·Destruction] that was placed diagonally with one hand.

The thick solid hilt is wrapped with Nergigante leather strips, giving it a comfortable feel.

"Woo~"

The object, which was huge in mass and volume, was stirred and made the air whimper just by being lifted slightly by Lan En's hand in the room of the clinic.

Lan En's palm rubbed across the broad sword blade, and the rough leather surface of the glove rubbed against the steel, making a pleasant and solid sound.

He stared at the sword with even deeper eyes than before.

Suddenly, with a "puff" sound, a spark suddenly exploded on the dark sword surface, making a burning sound.

It was just a spark for a moment, but the whole room suddenly felt hotter!
The room also began to smell the unique smell of wooden floors and furniture that had been baked in the sun for a while.

"Some progress."

Lan commented, narrowing his eyes.

The main body of [Turbid Stream·Destruction] is basically a sword-shaped Nergigante, which needs to "eat" nutritious and high-quality food to grow and become stronger.

Its bone-white blade is equivalent to the thorns of the Nergigante.

Although Lan En had completely tamed the sword's ferocity when facing the Moon God before, and forced it to "not eat", it indeed did not dare to eat.

But this sword was indeed "not eaten", but it still grew to a certain extent after chopping and burning the Moon Goddess.

This is not growth from Nergigante's appetite.

Lan En felt that it was more like [Combat Skill·Embossing Fire] because it burned the Moon Goddess, so the flame became even more indescribable.

Even Lan En only noticed this after he had come out of the intense battle and rested his body for a day.

[Remnants] are the tiny remnants left after the successive Fire Kings of the Flame World burned themselves as fuel in order to maintain the [Initial Flame] that keeps the world stable.

It is not something as great as the [Original Flame]. It does not have the power to burn the chaotic world and build stability.

It is just the residue after that power has burned out.

But even so, Lan En has rarely seen a time when [Embroidered Fire] was ineffective.

He doesn't need it, but once he activates [Combat Skill: Remnant Fire], the flame can basically burn everything he wants to kill.

Even if it is the body of an ancient god trapped in the material world, even if it is a dream.

It can all be burned.

But after burning the body of the Moon Goddess, and perhaps the essence of the ancient god trapped in that body, Lan En somehow felt that this [remnant fire] had become even darker.

And getting older.

(End of this chapter)