Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1439 1411. The Cruel Priest

Special techniques and skills result in completely abnormal amounts of bleeding.

Although sticking your hand into someone else's body is exaggerated enough, it is not impossible to imagine. After all, it is not difficult as long as you have a pair of suitable gloves.

But this is a brutal and exaggerated amount of blood loss.
As soon as the special hunting skills of the Yharnam hunters appeared before people's eyes, the calmness that was forcibly suppressed, yet a little bit of madness that could not help but reveal, completely suppressed the current chaotic scene.

The distrust between humans and non-human races, the panic of everyone being in danger in the face of sudden danger
These mental problems that could have driven people crazy disappeared the moment the Yharnam hunters began to take action.

Or it should not be called 'disappearance', but suppression.

There are also different levels of mental illness.

Patients with a little bit of ADHD will be as quiet as a quail in front of a real ogre.

The tall figure before them, who appeared with the distant and gloomy ringtone, seemed to be helping them indeed.

But even from the perspective of a person being helped, this figure is too disturbing to the core.

And the brutal action was not over yet.

The huge blood splashing out from the attacker's lower back had already sprayed a layer of sticky blood on the tall figure behind him.

The blood shone on the black windbreaker.

And the hand that had already stabbed into the lower back suddenly pulled horizontally!

There was a shuddering sound of flesh being torn apart!

The claws pulled horizontally, almost tearing a gash as big as a human head in the attacker's lower back!
Organs, bones under the flesh and blood, and that iconic, even more gushing blood!
Before this moment, these craftsmen could not imagine that the blood spurting out of a person's body could be like being poured out with a bucket!
The thick blood even sprayed all the way across the street!
A brutal and exaggerated, gloomy and silent atmosphere enveloped the area. The people who were almost losing their minds could not help but retreat, as if trying to stay away from the place where this brutal scene was happening.

Sanity returned.

The crowd that had been rioting and hurting each other became quiet again.

They were just a bunch of frightened craftsmen after all.

In the calm and silence caused by the sudden fright, the well-trained and well-prepared attackers were highlighted like reefs after the tide receded.

With no attacker around him, Gede turned his sword first and stabbed it into the body of the man who was holding his hand with a magic sleeve!

Without the restrictions of other besiegers, he was like being held by one hand by Gede.

Facing a fully armed bear school demon hunter alone, with one of his hands tied to his. The difference between advantage and disadvantage, life and death, changes in just a moment.

The original advantageous situation of the siege collapsed in an instant!

The Advanced Bear School Steel Sword adopts a flame-shaped sword structure. The sword body that winds like a long snake is matched with the magic effect during the casting process, which can easily make the enemy bleed.

In the distance, Berengar, whose thigh was injured, put away the alchemical bomb that killed indiscriminately and took out an exquisite crossbow from the hook on his back.

The crossbow arrow, which had been strung long ago, flew away with a whoosh, and then a scream was heard in the distance.

In the blink of an eye, the chaos was quelled.

And for people like Gerd and Berengar who participated in the battle as protectors, being able to quell the chaos was a huge help.

Only when there are no troublemakers on their side can they fully exert their abilities.

Not to mention that this assistant is not only helping to suppress the chaos.

"Carrara!"

There was a mixture of the teeth-grinding sound of bones breaking, blood spurting, and the sounds of flesh being torn apart.

A big axe that looked very old, with yellowed and dirty cloth wrapped around the handle!

Chop down vertically from the left shoulder of one attacker!
It tore the flesh, smashed the bones, and penetrated deep into the chest cavity! Finally, the axe blade struggled to pull out from the bone.

Simple yet fierce and direct technique.

Two minutes later, Gede, relying on his [Quen Seal] and heavy armor, stood there and shot at the crossbowmen in the distance without dodging.

The Bear School's equipment actually includes a matching crossbow, but Lan En had excellent control over the [Alder Seal] from the beginning.

The projectiles he fired with the sign were much more powerful than the crossbow, so he never paid attention to it. However, the complete set of equipment that Berengar made for Gede was complete.

Screams were heard in the distance, and the craftsmen who had regained their senses also poked their heads out and tried to get up from the ground.

This sudden but well-planned attack has been completely disrupted.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

Gerd helped up Berengar, who was shot in the thigh by an arrow. The old witcher gritted his teeth and cursed in pain.

Only then did the two of them have time to look at this helper who broke into the battle at the critical moment.

He had nothing on that could be called armor in the eyes of a demon hunter, at most a windbreaker, which was thick and sturdy enough. Around his neck hung a white scarf with gold thread embroidery, and on his head was a wide-brimmed hat that had been out of fashion for many years.

Berengar had only seen such wide-brimmed hats in Vesemir's private collection.

The man opposite was walking towards them, holding an axe that was still dripping with a mixture of blood and minced meat, and a hunter's whistle in the other hand.

Gede didn't recognize Yharnam's hunter's musket, but Berengar had seen the survey team's light crossbow and heavy crossbow in the New World, so he could probably guess that this was a similar long-range weapon.

Craftsmen now do not distinguish between human and non-human races.

They were in a dilemma, wanting to seek security with the witcher, but also wanting to stay away from the guy approaching with an axe in one hand and a strange weapon in the other.

Although now that I have calmed down and looked at the situation, I can tell at a glance that the other party is here to help.

But the hunting methods of Yharnam hunters are too shocking for ordinary people.

Even in Yharnam, hunters would only hunt in secluded and deserted places during normal hours to avoid scaring the people of Yharnam.

Not to mention ordinary people other than Yanan.

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Just looking at the scene left after the hunt, many craftsmen had to turn their heads away and deliberately avoid looking before they could walk past it.

"I'm Gascoigne, are you also friends of Lane?"

But unexpectedly, Gerd and Berengar discovered that the other party was not as vicious or even psychopathic as they had imagined.

On the contrary, Gascoigne, a former priest, was polite and courteous in his words, which was in stark contrast to his brutal appearance when a bucket of blood was spurted out by the [Visceral Critical Attack] just now.

This made the two demon hunters a little dazed.

"Also?" After reacting, Berengar grasped the main information and asked.

He breathed a sigh of relief after getting Gascoigne's nod of approval.

"Damn it." The old demon hunter sighed and cursed, "I knew it. He couldn't have known something was going to happen tonight and not been prepared."

"I was unlucky and got hit by an arrow!"

"You've grown old." Gede complained bluntly, "Your reaction and observation have become slower, and you refuse to wear thick enough armor."

As he spoke, Gerd mercilessly pulled out the arrow shaft that was still stuck in Berengar's thigh!

The old witcher was just about to turn around and scold him, but then his eyes suddenly widened in pain, his mouth opened with a ferocious expression, but he couldn't even make a sound.

Gascoigne had his eyes covered and his expression was unclear. Gerd took advantage of Berengar opening his mouth, took out a bottle of [Swallow] from the potion bag on his Wolf School armor and fed it to him.

Seeing the [Swallow] potion, Gascoigne nodded: "As expected, you are Lan's friends."

Then, he turned his blindfolded face to Gede and said with a smile: "Advanced Bear School Armor? It is indeed thick and strong enough."

"Oh? You know that too?" Gede pounded his chest armor with his clenched fist, making two muffled sounds.

"I went through it for a while, and Lan left it there. It helped me a lot."

"That's for sure," Gerd nodded somewhat proudly, and patted Berengar, whose blood vessels were beginning to show signs of toxin accumulation. "Our so-called bear school only has armor. Hey, the one you used might have been made by him!"

"No, it's not me." After the pain in Berengar's body had passed, he took a breath and said, "He didn't change his armor many times. The one you're using should be the one he lost. That was passed down to him by his mentor."

"That's what I heard later." Gascoigne nodded and said, "His teacher must have admired and cared for him very much."

Berengar and Gerd's expressions froze, and they looked at Gascoigne in silence.

"But then again." Gascoigne suddenly looked helpless, and pointed the axe in his hand behind him, "Can you ask the other friend to stop ringing the bell?"

The distant and gloomy bell continued to ring.

Ged and Berengar looked back past Gascoigne.

Sure enough, in the flickering firelight, a red-bearded dwarf wearing a coat over his nightgown was peeking out and shaking a rattle.

After seeing the two demon hunters waving at him, he approached carefully, but did not stop his movements.

When he reached Gascoigne, he deliberately made a small circle before approaching Gerd and Berengar.

"What's going on? Did you find this person, Xi Leton?"

Berengar asked.

"How should I know?!" It turned out that Shelerton, a dwarf banking family that had worked in the human world for many years, could even speak the dwarf dialect.

"I just rang the bell Lan gave me, and this guy suddenly appeared! I told him a little bit about the situation, and then he came over to help!"

(End of this chapter)