Who designed this underworld dungeon?.

Chapter 460 Blood therapy will turn you into a monster! ?
When he heard a sound coming from the next room, Fann stopped.

He didn't say anything, but listened quietly.

Fortunately, I like reading books, so I learned that there is something called afterimage in the dungeon. I guess there is also an afterimage in this room?
"You are a hunter, ahem, and it looks like you came from outside."

"My name is Gilbert. Like you, I am from outside and came to Yharnam to seek blood therapy."

"You must be having a great time, Yharnam. They treat outsiders in a special way."

Sometimes, the way to open someone's heart is very simple, that is, to complain about something together.

Fann didn't want to say much at first, he just listened, but after hearing Gilbert's words, he nodded repeatedly and said with deep agreement:

"Yes, yes, I am having a very happy time."

He seemed to open up his mouth all of a sudden, even though the person in front of him was his afterimage, he still blurted out everything he wanted to complain about during his time in the dungeon.

Gilbert just listened happily, occasionally letting out a coughing laugh, which slightly alleviated his loneliness.

"I don't know if I can still stand up. Well, no, but if you need any help, I'll be happy to help," Gilbert's friendly voice came from behind the window. He sounded like a very enthusiastic person. "As fellow strangers, we naturally have to help each other, cough cough cough."

Fann already had quite a good impression of him, and when he heard the cough he couldn't help but express his concern.

"Don't worry. I have an incurable disease, but Yharnam's special blood therapy has given me some time. I am lucky not to be injured by the beast plague, and I can still die as a human."

"Are all the monsters wandering the streets transformed from humans?" Fann heard something else in his words and couldn't help but ask. He had long felt that there was something wrong with the beastly citizens.

"Yes, the Yharnam people, they use strange blood to treat various diseases. Ahem, this technology is quite effective, but it also has hidden dangers."

"An unexplained plague seems to spread among those who have received blood treatments, and if they can't resist it, it will become what you see on the streets."

As soon as these words came out, Fann's expression immediately became very interesting.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, what did he experience when he just entered this dungeon?

By the way, an old man whose face could not be seen clearly gave him blood therapy!
So his physical fitness became stronger and he became obsessed with blood and killing because he was sliding into the abyss of beast transformation due to the effects of blood therapy! ?
Gilbert seemed to see his worry and comforted him:
"Not everyone who receives blood therapy will be infected with the plague, especially you hunters. Have you ever seen any strange sights when you injected blood?"

Vann thought about it. He remembered seeing the werewolf that emerged from the blood and suddenly combusted, and the messenger that pounced on him. He told all this immediately. Subconsciously, he had already regarded Gilbert as someone who could solve his doubts and save his life.

Gong Qiying arranged a shadow here to provide advice.

"Yes, that werewolf represents the beast in your heart. Its burning means that you have overcome the beast, so you can become a hunter," he said in a weak voice, "You have a strong will."

"I have a strong will," Vann repeated.

I was totally unaware of the hidden hypnotic magic contained in these words, which engraved the words "My willpower is very strong" into my mind.

"How do you feel when you hunt?"

"It feels refreshing, and I think it's a bit addictive."

"Then you have to be careful. I have seen hunters addicted to hunting turn into wild beasts. Hunting is a hunter's duty, but you must not become addicted."

But Fann was confused. It was said that it was not addictive, but how could he not become addicted?

"Be in awe, be in awe of all hunting."

Gilbert said this like a sincere friend giving advice.

Fann turned into a parrot again and repeated the sentence.

The hypnotic magic that permeated the surroundings gradually disappeared, and his eyes gradually became clear again, but the previous influence had already penetrated deep into his heart.

“It’s great that the Reds have a low starting point and are easily influenced.”

In the city lord's room, Gong Qiying looked at Fann, who had been successfully influenced, and nodded with satisfaction.

According to his original plan, he didn't intend to add more plots or afterimages to Yharnam before completely solving the parasitic plague in this city. He just wanted to kill, kill, kill efficiently.

However, he still underestimated the impact of blood therapy on Vann.

This person's current performance is very satisfactory, and he is a good candidate to be a hunter. He has a good grasp of all the techniques except gun counterattack. However, I don't know if it is because of his personality, but he was too timid to fight at the beginning, but later became super reckless. His performance is like two extremes.

Gong Qiying guessed that Vann was using extreme behavior to cover up his inner cowardice. He could understand this feeling because when he first played Bloodborne, Gong Qiying was also a coward. Yharnam, known as the novice village, alone held him back for several days - it wasn't that he couldn't beat it, it was that he didn't dare to play.

He later solved his cowardice problem by killing continuously, but now he can't let Vann become more and more reckless.

Gong Qiying weakened all the existences in Bloodborne that may have a negative impact on humans. It is impossible for him to really turn humans into beasts, but completely deleting the influence will lose the unique flavor of Bloodborne. Therefore, people who have received blood therapy will feel that the monster's blood is a bit fragrant, and will be attracted to the act of hunting monsters, and may even be a bit addicted.

But Vann was a little too addicted, and that's when Sean needed to step in and control it. "Sure enough, if I want to be proficient in using new things, I still need to test and practice."

Gong Qiying is also constantly summing up his experience and making progress.

“Thank you very much for your advice.”

On the other side, Vann thanked Gilbert sincerely, and his words were a bit literary, because his previous life goal was to become a teacher or a scholar or something.

"I'm glad I could help you. By the way, please accept these things. They are of no use to me in my situation."

What Gilbert delivered through the window were actually just two blood bottles and a handful of mercury bullets, but it moved Vane quite a bit. He finally felt the touch of humanity in this dungeon full of crazy beastmen, and he was deeply moved.

He thought of his companions who had come out to search for supplies with him. They usually helped each other, but now they were in danger.
Vann suddenly raised his head. After breaking free from his addiction to hunting, his original purpose finally emerged in his heart. He had to leave the dungeon and return to the shelter!

Although it was a bit strange to ask the Shadow for a way to leave the dungeon, he couldn't find anyone else to give him advice, so he could only ask:
"Mr. Gilbert, do you know how to, uh, leave Yharnam?"

The man behind the window hesitated for a moment and said:

"Let's go to the bridge. The west bridge."

Not long after, Vane returns from the Hunter's Dream and sets out for the bridge Gilbert had mentioned.

According to him, the bridge is the way out of Yharnam and it will be blocked tonight during the hunting night, but it's always okay to try your luck there.

At this moment, Vann finally put on the hunter's outfit he had wanted for a long time. His black windbreaker fluttered in the cold wind of Yharnam. He glanced at the thick smoke rising everywhere in the city, then lowered the brim of his hat with one hand and hid his gaze under the shadow of the tricorn hat, as if he was not afraid of death.

"Oh, so cool, I've wanted to do this for a long time."

He didn't know whether it was the hunter's attire that gave him courage, or Gilbert's words that made him mentally firm, but at this moment he felt himself to be terrifyingly calm. Even when he smelled the fragrance of blood in the air, he would not feel impulsive as before.

The location of the bridge was very conspicuous. As he thought about the people in the shelter, his calmness was tinged with a hint of anxiety, and he rode as fast as he could towards the bridge.

On the way, he passed by the bonfire party that had once given him a desperate fight, but this time he just killed the armed citizens and the hounds that bit people painfully and ran away in a hurry. While running, he did not forget to drop a small bottle of his own blood to attract the enemy.

He had tested it and found that when the enemy came back to his senses from the attraction of the blood, as long as he did not appear in the enemy's field of vision again, there was a high probability that he would not be pursued again.

The bonfire party was like a test. Before he passed it, he was a rookie who couldn't even chop people well. But after passing it, he seemed to have completed some kind of transformation and became much more mature.

However, after running for a distance in the dark, Vann encountered an enemy that forced him to stop.

He was a little giant with a huge body and a huge axe in his hand. His explosive muscles looked full of power. This guy was very strong.

The moment they fought, Vann realized that this guy was indeed very strong, because the opponent didn't even shake after being hit by the meat saw!
"Thorn-"

Vann, who had no time to dodge, was hit on the shoulder by an axe and was split in half diagonally. Only until his death did he realize why he had lost.

The reason why he has been able to act recklessly until now is because of the magic of the weapon. The heavy impact force of the meat saw can often allow him to interrupt the enemy's attack, and then take advantage of the situation to chop the enemy to death in one breath!
Even if it was a small giant holding a brick, he could make its steps shake slightly if he used a little more force.

But this newly appeared axe-wielding giant is different. He is truly as still as a mountain!

Do we have to use guns to fight back?
But there was no time to try.

As a last resort, the next time he ran here, Vann chose to skip it instead of fighting it like he did at a bonfire party.

The little giant's bulky body couldn't keep up with his pace at all. He disappeared from sight in a short while. It was estimated that he couldn't catch up with him.

The bridge is right in front of us. The closer we get, the more we can see groups of beast-like citizens. It really proves that the bridge is blocked.

Vann killed his way forward, and by the time he reached the bridge, his body was already covered in blood, not only the blood of the beast-like citizens, but mostly his own blood.

"Why are there two werewolves blocking the door?"

His back and chest were covered with horrible scratches, and he only managed to stop the bleeding after giving himself an injection.

He looked back with lingering fear, only to see two pitch-black werewolves wandering at the entrance of the bridge, baring their teeth at him.

"Why don't they dare to follow?"

The next second, a beast roar suddenly erupted, and something heavy hit the bridge. The bridge deck shook violently, and the vibration was so strong that it seemed like it might break at any time.

The werewolf wandering around the bridge turned around and ran away, as if he saw something terrible.

Fann looked towards the source of the vibration and even stopped breathing.

A beast, a huge beast with a momentum far exceeding all the monsters seen before appeared there!
This was the first elite monster he had ever encountered!
[Priest Beast]!
(End of this chapter)