Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1288: 1260 shooting appearance

Chapter 1288 1260. Shooting appearance

Lan En pulled Adeline again without looking back, allowing her to just avoid the bluish-gray corrosive liquid that splashed out from the cabinet.

As for the black-robed clergyman who was smashed over, when he was just smashed down from the second floor, he could barely let out two sobs from his mouth, which was blocked by blood foam.

But then after being stabbed, there was no more movement.

After being smashed into the cabinet next to Lan En and the others, they were even immersed in corrosive liquid, and only their bodies were twitching nervously.

Adeline subconsciously wanted to help the priest who was in a pile of broken glass and liquid, but Lan En did not let go.

The corrosiveness of the liquid seems to be quite serious.

Under the uniform of the Healing Church, the clergyman's skin was rapidly carbonizing and turning black.

"Is that a gray blood patient? Is this a symptom of delirium?"

Lan En's words revealed a sense of absurdity.

If it is true as Adeline said before, the gray blood patient only attacked the doctor because of 'some' symptoms of mania and delirium due to his condition.

That is completely inconsistent with the current situation!

Is this ‘mania and delirium’?

'Manic' who stabbed a person through like a chicken skewer, picked him up and threw him out?

"I-I don't know!"

Adeline also said at a loss.

The gray-blooded patient was still roaring at the top of his lungs, waving his limbs wildly and the infusion pole in his hand.

There were some small wounds on his body from when he jumped down from the building just now.

At this moment, when his whole body was tensed up, as soon as he waved his hand or turned around, the unique gray-white blood would spray out from the wound.

Lan En only felt that the hidden and complex stench of the Yharnam beast was getting stronger in the air.

Adeline looked around helplessly behind Lan En, only to see the busy clergy fleeing in all directions, while the Sumeru descendants at the upper stairs remained indifferent.

They were brought out of the ancient dungeon by the Healing Church. They were indeed too rigid. The order was to guard the interface of the stairs. As long as they were not close to them, they would not care about anything.

"And there are hunters!" Adeline suddenly broke free from Lan En's already relaxed hand, picked up the corner of her clothes and ran in a certain direction, shouting as she ran, "Yes! I'm going to find the hunters!"

The reason why Lan En let go of Adeline's hand was because the gray blood patient was already rushing towards here!

He waved the infusion pole that he used as a weapon wildly and without any rules. Under his violent strength, the sharp fracture could easily pry out a few stone bricks while skimming the ground, and there was no trace of it at all. Feeling blocked.

This kind of power is nothing more than a highly animal form.

However, Lan En just tilted his head in response to the fact that he dared to charge straight at him just because of his highly animalized mutation.

With a "hoo!", the witcher lifted up a corner of his cloak.

Immediately afterwards, the waving broken infusion rod pierced the air where Lan En was standing.

Accompanied by the sound of the air being ripped apart by the sharp fracture of the IV pole, the Witcher turned sideways lightly.

The body that was originally facing the gray-blooded patient had already turned sideways to get out of the way of the attack.

"Bang!"

Then there was a dull explosion!

Under the edge of Lan En's open cloak, the boots with dragon scales had already been lifted up, pulling up the hem of the dragon skin skirt.

A quick and crisp kick, the force was so clean that even after the movement was completed, the armor plates on Lan En's armor made a series of slight collision sounds.

The gray-blooded patient's body almost bent at an acute angle from where he was kicked, and he flew backwards with a "wow" sound.

With a "thud", the body of the patient with gray blood collided with the wall of the research hall.

Several thick wall bricks were knocked crookedly from the wall by the sudden pressure, or were dented. Make the originally flat wall become uneven.

The coarse sack covering the head of the patient with gray blood disease twitched and twisted visibly due to this move.

And before he could slide down the wall.

"Hula~"

The cloak brought up a gust of wind as it moved quickly.

Lan En's big hand directly pressed on the head of the gray blood patient.

According to his past habits, pressing other people's heads against the wall or the ground with irresistible force will make these people's heads calm down a little faster.

But this time, Lan En's palms wearing [Smaug] leather gloves with dragon scales had just touched the coarse sack on the shoulders of the gray blood patient that should have been covering his head.

His amber cat eyes immediately narrowed slightly.

And in a very short period of time, the hand that was in contact with the other person's head shook, and instead pressed on the other person's chest, suppressing it.

Under his swift movements, the scene was relatively chaotic. Even those who kept staring at him would probably only see a group of afterimages caused by the movement of his arms.

You will not see the brief contact between the palm and the coarse sack, and then the palm that finally presses against the opponent's chest without moving.

The opponent's arm, which was as thin as a stick but could easily break large stone bricks, was still waving wildly, with no signs of calming down after his body was controlled.

But Lan En's other hand was in mid-air to counter the opponent's frantic movements.

Through his own technology and analysis, Lan En was even able to understand the next move of this crazy gray blood patient one step ahead of him through the current physical contact. The sound of the collision between the dry and hard flesh and the armor plates, the heavy and ruthless collision made people almost feel their teeth aching.

One after another, Lan En used one hand to block the frenzied attacks from the opponent's two arms in an orderly manner. Finally, Lan En used the advantage of his larger palms to directly hold the opponent's two skinny arms.

This can be regarded as completely suppressing the opponent's ability to move.

"Is there a doctor?" The demon hunter stared at the coarse sack on the opponent's shoulder and shouted around, "Is there a doctor who can take care of things?"

After he shouted a few times, some of the former clergy slowly poked their heads out of the rooms around the first floor of the research hall and approached cautiously.

And just when the gray-blooded patient was still screaming under Lan En's suppression, he wanted to hit him with something under the coarse sack.

"Pong!"

There was a gunshot, and a big hole suddenly burst open in the coarse sack on the gray blood patient's shoulder.

The demon hunter immediately raised his hands and raised his head in a very short time, and then the rich and viscous liquid bursting out of the coarse sack only fell on his cloak coat without touching his body.

And turned to look in the direction of the gunfire.

On the spiral staircase, a senior cleric wearing a white uniform was slowly putting down the hunter's musket in his left hand.

He stared at the patient's body expressionlessly as he walked the rest of the stairs to the first floor.

Not much was said, but the clergy in black robes around them seemed to be familiar with the process, and began to work in an orderly manner as if they had received instructions.

Lan En took two steps back.

Several clergymen in black robes came up. They used brooms, mops and other things to start cleaning up the smashed cupboards and various liquids on the floor.

Several people went to take away the body of the clergyman who was motionless and also wearing a black robe.

The last few people ran to the gray blood patient in front of Lan En who had his head shattered. They began to take notepads, inspect the body, and make a series of urgent notes.

During the whole process, even the clergymen who handled the corpses of their colleagues looked as calm as if they were wiping up the soup spilled on the dining table.

The scene of a group of clergy dressed in black quietly handling a corpse that looked exactly like them made people feel indescribably weird and cold.

The senior clergyman in white who fired the gun came over.

In his hand was a hunter's cane that Lan En was familiar with, and it didn't have any deterrent effect until the weapon transformed.

"Did you just touch his head?"

The priest in white asked in a calm tone. He raised his head and looked at Lan En's eyes, which were like a pair of black abyss without fluctuations.

"No." Lan En said without leaving a trace. The palm that had just been pressed on the patient's chest seemed to be shaken out of habit after exerting force.

The white-clothed cleric happened to see Lan En's palm when he shook his hand, and it was indeed not stained with any gray liquid.

He nodded slightly, and then seemed to no longer pay attention to Lan En, who had just suppressed the chaos in the research hall, and prepared to go over and command the reception of the body of the gray blood patient.

But as soon as he took a step, he turned his head as if he remembered something again, and forced a stiff smile.

"By the way, are you a hunter? Or...?"

He asked seemingly casually.

But Lan En could feel that the other person's eyes were sliding on his body like slippery poisonous snakes.

The witcher smiled, resisted the look that made people's hair stand on end, and spoke.

"I"

"He's the new hunter."

But before Lan En could speak, a cold and calm female voice came from behind.

The sound of leather boots hitting the stone tile floor was clear and crisp, showing a decisive temperament.

The priest in white looked past Lan En and saw the person coming behind him. The stiff smile on his face immediately stopped pretending.

He quickly changed back to his expressionless expression, turned around and left.

Lan En also turned around and saw this woman who seemed to be stealing his words to protect herself.

The capable, elegant and complicated hunting dress is simply a model of Gothic aesthetics.

The half-shoulder cloak that only covers the left side has a subtle elegance.

This is a very tall woman, about 1.9 meters tall, who is both slender and powerful.

Adeline held up the hem of her skirt and trotted in order to keep up with her normal walking efficiency.

After walking to Lan En, she first looked at the back of the white-clothed clergyman walking away, then raised her head from the tricorn hat with swan feathers on her head and looked at Lan En.

The moment the demon hunter saw that face under the shadow of the brim of his hat, his pupils involuntarily shrank slightly.

Does this look exactly like that doll? !

(End of chapter)