Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 337 336. Monster werewolf?

Along with the distant bell that came from the upper city - Lan En didn't know the specific name of the area, but could only call it by its location.

The city seemed to react suddenly.

On both sides of the narrow street, there were originally towering residences.

These houses are crooked, spliced ​​together like low-quality building blocks, and sometimes even the load-bearing outer walls do not match.

But they are just stacked together, and they are piled very high, with a Gothic spire on the top.

Originally, although there was no one on the road, and there was no sound coming from the buildings on both sides, at least there were still lights coming from a few windows.

But after the bell rang, people not only extinguished the faint lights immediately, but also pulled down the iron fences, iron windows and other protective equipment on every window.

It's as if its inhabitants live not in a stable city, but in a dangerous wilderness.

Lan En frowned and looked up at the chained windows.

Faintly, he heard something through some closed doors.

"Poor foreigner, tsk tsk, poor foreigner just barged in at this moment, hehe."

He said "poor foreigner" in his mouth, as if he was pity and pity, but the words behind it showed naked gloating.

It seems that people here are very happy to see the miserable experience of foreigners.

This is wrong.

After entering this mountain city, all the signs told Lan En that something was wrong in this city.

Something very bad is going on here.

"Okay, I don't expect anything more. Even if I can find a stable place to lay a floor in this city, I will accept it."

The young witcher usually doesn't have a headache at all, so he naturally lowered his requirements for living standards.

Lan En began to wander through the deserted streets, trying to find a place where he could rest in peace.

The night is getting thicker, and the bright moon in the sky has hung in the middle at some point.

Its light is much brighter than Lan En's common sense. Thanks to this, the witcher does not need to pour himself a potion for night vision.

The siding-clad boots stepped into a puddle on the masonry road, causing a circle of water splashes.

Lan En's eyes searched around for a corner of his peace of mind that would allow him to stay safely until dawn, but this strange city seemed unable to meet this simple request at all.

Just as the demon hunter passed by an unremarkable alley again, his footsteps stopped in the sound of a metal plate shaking.

Frowning, those slightly shiny cat eyes turned slowly, focusing on the deep alley.

The smell of blood was thick and sticky. It was human blood, but it also had an abnormal stench of decay.

The abnormal taste even made Lan En doubt himself.

Is this really human blood?
Or something wrong with my nose or my memory?
There was a panting sound like a bellows blowing in the alley.

Lan En slowly turned his entire body so that he was facing the alley.

His cat eyes scanned the surrounding environment, and Mentos marked him a noteworthy piece of information.

On the wall brick at the entrance of the alley, there was a hideous scratch.

The bluestone bricks were scratched out like cheese, deep and long.

"Analyzing the distance between the fingers and the height of the claw marks. The analysis is complete."

A roughly humanoid silhouette was projected on the edge of Lane's retina.

About [-] meters tall, recurved joints, sharpened primate claws, is it a werewolf?

According to the rough outline calculated by Mentos, Lan En slightly changed his standing posture, making his posture more suitable for facing an enemy of this size.

The next moment. "Bang!"

In the alley, there was a loud sound of the wooden box being kicked and broken, and the thing that was shrunk in the darkness seemed to be unable to restrain its desire anymore.

Roaring, "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo", he jumped out from the darkness of the alley!

Even though Lan En had adjusted his breathing and adjusted his mentality with his breathing, the moment he actually saw this thing, his eyes still instinctively narrowed slightly in surprise.

This thing is indeed very similar to the werewolf that Lan En is familiar with, but after a more detailed observation, this makes Lan En feel that it is not normal.

The thing in front of me looks like a super skinny werewolf, its messy hair, and the thin layer of skin that the hair is attached to, is all but the bones.

Sharpened claws, recurved joints. These organ mutations, at least some traces of natural wolves can be seen in the werewolf's body, in other words: wild and natural.

But in this thing, these organ mutations only make people feel distorted, weird and sick!
What's more important is that face. It stands to reason that the head of a werewolf who has changed to this extent should have been stretched into a wolf's head.

But the thing in front of him still maintains the appearance of a human skull, only the rough and thick hair wraps the head inside.

The surprise was suppressed after only a moment.

The academic issues of facing a monster charging frantically at you can be discussed later.

The monster held a long metal pipe in its hand. Judging from the pattern on the long pipe, it should have been torn off from fences or pipes in the city.

The city's appearance is close to the Victorian style of the [-]th century, and the iron utensils in the city are no longer as precious and scarce as they used to be.

On the sharp fracture, the unique traces of the metal being torn showed the power of this monster.

It was tall and long-armed, and the broken end of the metal pipe was used as the tip of a spear, and it pierced towards Lan En from a high position!
"It is very offensive, and it is another point that is different from ordinary werewolves."

Facing the metal tube pierced from the monster's head, with the opponent's strength as a reference, it can basically penetrate from the chest all the way to the back and waist, Lan En calmly made an evaluation.

With a "click", the long knife was pushed out of the leaf spring of the scabbard by the thumb.

The sharp light of the knife flashed past - "Dang!"

A circle of bright and bursting sparks exploded, and the strange force entered the monster's body as the weapons collided.

It plunged downward and tilted uncontrollably.

Lan En didn't face the monster head-on. Even though he used his hands to dismantle the steel objects in the city, he could almost do it.But why compete with an obviously abnormal monster at the first meeting?
It's neither wise nor cost-effective.

After Lan En adjusted his posture against the enemy in advance, he used the skill of [Wei Mingren·Dengli] to deflect the monster's stab.

Ordinary people of ordinary stature, if they have not systematically practiced armed combat, then [Deng Li] can basically make the opponent's posture collapse after the first weapon contact.

But the monster in front of him who can tear iron pipes with his hands is obviously not ordinary.

Lan En estimated that it would take at least twenty [Climb the Carp] to seize the opportunity to make this monster's whole body scattered.

Ordinary Ashina practitioners, at this time, should take advantage of the victory and pursue the enemy's posture and body with continuous oppressive attacks.

But Lan En is not just a swordsman.

"[Alder]!"

"Oh!"

The impact of magic power that was controlled and concentrated in one area hit the werewolf's crooked knee and leg impartially, making a muffled sound.

The highly efficient recurved joints become a fragile burden on the body when they are forced into incorrect postures.

The wolf-shaped leg staggered and kicked on the ground several times before regaining a sense of stability.

But immediately after the French seal. "Boom! Kacha!"

The boots with plate armor, engulfed by the airflow, stomped on the reflexed ankle joint!The sound of bones being forcibly broken makes one's teeth sour.

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