Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1274: 1246 Yharnam Hunter

Chapter 1274 1246. Yharnan Hunter

Lan En, who was kneeling on the canvas, opened his eyes slowly and methodically, but kept his eyelids lowered to prevent his eyes that would shine in the darkness from being too eye-catching.

Lan En's attention glanced at the corner of his retina.

Mentos' timing system is projected above.

It had only been an hour and a half since he entered the [meditation] state.

The night is still long.

But it's no longer peaceful.

A foul smell wafted in from outside the alley.

In comparison, even the sewage covered under this disposable canvas has a rare natural smell.

The stench was that of thick, sticky blood.

Judging from the demon hunter's experience, it is human blood.

But the richness and viscosity of the taste almost made Lan En begin to doubt his judgment.

After the special incense, the witcher once again felt a familiar smell—

The smell of lycanthrope blood!

Except for the deep breath that Lan En took subconsciously when coming out of the [meditation] state, the demon hunter's breathing had completely calmed down to normal.

Smooth and quiet.

But outside the alley, a heavy, irregular breathing became louder and louder.

Thick and heavy, showing strong lung capacity and athletic ability.

There is no pattern, which means that this person either has no IQ or is a complete amateur.

It accounts for both.

A burst of "clang, clatter, clatter" suddenly erupted at the entrance of the alley, disturbing the crows who were originally resting on the silent Gothic spire.

The guy who broke into the alley smashed the wooden boxes and empty barrels that were scattered around.

The natural wood board, which is at least two centimeters thick, is like sugar coating that breaks apart under its hands.

Stacks of boxes were smashed into pieces, and it was still hurtling down the alley.

Among the thick shadows, the darkness of the opponent's body became the best camouflage color.

Standing outside the alley and looking in, most likely you can only see a group of darker shadows moving among the lighter shadows.

Not a scene suitable for combat at all.

The patient who has become highly animalized is still rushing in.

It was similar to the first lycanthropic patient Lan En saw when he came to Yanan.

The body was strangely stretched and elongated by the disease, causing it to become morbidly thin. The skin could no longer cover large areas, and the bones were directly exposed after being torn.

And those strong and sickly black hairs are growing wantonly on its body. Even the bones not covered with flesh and blood are still covered with those rough and smelly black hairs.

The sharpened claws and recurved legs look like a deformed werewolf.

However, the skull did not move closer to that of a canine. Instead, it maintained the general outline of a human, so the combination looked even more bizarre.

It's running away.

The sharp claws just pushed the wall, and then left deep and cruel claw marks.

But it only has two claws on its left hand.

The sound of grunting and whimpering after being injured and running away came from the throat that was not known to exist yet. It was a sound that was somewhere between a beast and a human, and it made people feel uncomfortable after hearing it.

The lycanthrope patient covered in black hair rushed into the alley first, smashing the debris blocking the road to pieces.

Outside the alley, a hunter was stepping through the mist, standing outside the dividing line between shadow and moonlight.

He quickly but quietly followed the lycanthropic patient to the entrance of the alley. He held the hunter's musket in his left hand without thinking, and just raised his hand.

"bump!"

After the brief gunshot, he could not see through the darkness to see whether the shot he fired along the final trajectory of the lycanthropic patient had hit him.

The hunter's eyes and brows were wrinkled between his three-cornered hat and mask.

However, the hunters of Yharnam advocate a silent, quick and straightforward fighting method. They rarely vent their emotions in battle and are more like cold and ruthless execution machines.

So this hunter's dissatisfaction with the shot just now was nothing more than that.

He made no sound from beginning to end.

On his shoulder, there was a cut in the leather trench coat, and blood flowed from the cut, covering his entire arm.

The leather trench coat was covered in blood and gave off a shiny shine. Bloody and wet.

At the junction of shadow and moonlight, the hunter's leather glove tightened slightly on the meat saw knife in his hand, and then loosened it again.

Use grip feedback to confirm whether your combat ability is affected by the wound.

He felt that the blood loss and injuries were not serious, at least he didn't need to give himself a [blood collection bottle].

His chest rose and fell, as if he was taking a deep breath to mentally build himself up.

Then, he no longer hesitated and stepped forward, crossing the boundary between shadow and moonlight.

Once that boundary was crossed, the light seemed to suddenly fade. The surroundings were dim and pitch black, and the hunter's leather boots made a 'squeaking' sound on the wet bricks. Fortunately, his breathing under the mask was still steady.

But in this alley, there are not only the sounds of the hunter himself.

"Click, click, click" was the sound of the claws making brief contact with the masonry.

There is also the beast's heavy breathing, and as the breath is released to the outside world, the **** stench originates from the beast's internal organs.

The hunter only advanced a distance of three or four meters before he began to hesitate.

He really wanted to hunt this lycanthrope patient.

Its lycanthropy has progressed to a very deep and serious stage. If he, the discoverer, had ignored him, how many more people would he have killed on this night?

Moreover, the hunters' hunting operations are to avoid causing panic in front of the citizens. It should have been done in secret, avoiding crowds.

This place is just right.

However, he was a little too confident in himself. He had overestimated his eyes' ability to adapt to the dark.

I should have brought a torch.

The hunter thought to himself.

Even though I carry a torch, I cannot hold a gun with my left hand. But missing a long-range auxiliary weapon is much better than being blind now.

Thinking of this, the hunter stopped.

He began to prepare for a cautious retreat.

Hunting down the hopelessly lycanthropic patients was important, but one's own life was also important.

He could retreat outside the alley and use the broken pieces of wood to make a temporary torch. This alley is a dead end, and the lycanthropic patient cannot escape.

But the current situation is that the hunter wants to leave, but his prey is not prepared to let him leave so smoothly.

The blood flowing from the hunter's wound smells like beautiful notes singing to the lycanthrope patient!

So just as the hunter's progress slowed down, he began to retreat cautiously.

"Da da da~"

The sound of a series of claws stepping on the stone tile floor rang out quickly.

The lycanthrope couldn't help but open its mouth, and saliva flowed from its skinny face.

His breaths carried the stench of wild beasts.

"Ouch!"

Its cry was filled with eagerness and hoarseness.

Two slender arms with hairy hemp poles and sharp claws rushed towards the hunter!

The hunter had three fingers chopped off on one of its hands, but only seven fingers were left. It didn't take much effort to tear the human body alive!

But from the hunter's perspective, he only felt a foul-smelling wind rushing towards him.

But his vision could not capture the complete movements of the lycanthropic patient.

The rough and tough black hair on the opponent's body was mixed with the shadows.

The hunter could only roughly see that the main body of the animal was moving towards him, but he could not clearly see the attack method of the slender hemp-like arms.

Under the sharp sound of wind, the hunter's slightly panicked eyes suddenly condensed.

With a "whoosh", the leather windbreaker started to spin due to the violent movement of the wearer.

It is the core skill of the Yharnam hunters' combat system - the crisp and fast super-fast dodge!

No matter what weapon you use, no matter what faction you are in.

Be it the Sawtooth Gang or the Powder Keg Gang. No matter what the hunting philosophy is, this core of combat laid down and passed down from the original hunters of Yharnan has always been a technology that hunters have never given up.

The hunter's movements were quick and decisive.

But under the harsh conditions without initiative and vision, he was still injured by the claws of the lycanthropic patient.

There was a large **** on the left hand holding the gun, and the blood spilled out in a large fan-shaped area under the pull of the claws.

But he didn't just get beaten.

The injury allowed the hunter to roughly understand the position and movements of the lycanthropic patient.

After dodging backwards very quickly, he then moved forward on the same path, using the same quick dodge to dash forward!

Close the distance, in the lightless darkness, accompanied by the sound of the mechanism, a handful of sparks suddenly bloomed!

"Crack!"

[Saw Meat Knife·Transformation Slash]!

The meat saw knife, which was originally folded like a large folding knife and used the serrations on the outer back to injure people, suddenly opened during the swing!

While increasing the attack distance, the mechanical elastic force is also superimposed with the force of wielding the weapon, making it more lethal.

If this knife really hit, then with the extraordinary physical fitness of the Yanan hunter and the superposition of mechanical power, he would probably be able to directly chop the beastly patient away!

However, there are no ‘ifs’ in reality.

Taking advantage of the forward momentum and taking into account the width of the alley, the hunter directly used the unfolded meat saw knife from top to bottom to counterattack with a chopping technique.

The unfolded meat saw did not have the solid feeling of cutting into flesh and blood in mid-air. Instead, it only produced a slight resistance and then swung it to the end. With a "choking" sound, there was a sound of metal and masonry colliding. spark.

The hunter's eyes, caught between the mask and the brim of the three-cornered hat, immediately widened in horror.

The lycanthropic patient let out a painful roar of injury, but in this pain, there was still a madness thirsting for blood.

The [Transformation Slash] chop just now only cut off the hand of the lycanthropic patient who was lunging forward.

The hand that had three fingers cut off by the hunter before!

The opponent's other intact paw, after being injured, grabbed the hunter's head and face in an even more impatient state!

(End of chapter)