Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1348 1320. Wake up

While Lan En raised his head, the [Quen's Seal] that was automatically triggered on the armor opened up the gap for the tiny shotguns.

Geman's sickle blade that originally fell off during the weapon's transformation process, he stretched out his hand sideways and pulled it into the palm of his right hand in an instant.

The very next moment

"Stab it!"

Sharp explosions and dazzling sparks appeared at the same time!

The Mars was extremely violent and bright, and the intensity of the short exposure even made the surrounding environment appear dark for a moment!

And after this moment, the truly violent sound swept out.

Starting from Lan En's side, a sharp and ferocious knife mark extended from his feet to twenty meters away.

The broken earth and rocks flew everywhere, while the flying white petals were stirred by the wind and never fell.

Geman, who was already holding the sickle of the [Funeral Blade] in his right hand, turned around at the end of the cut mark.

The wind, which was more than a step slower than him, finally managed to catch up with a roar at this time. The swelling and surging air violently stirred up the petals that were already flying, breaking them into pieces and blowing them higher.

Lan En, at this time, slowly lowered his arm that was blocking his neck.

On the outside of his arm armor, a small area on [Smaug]'s dragon scales now looked like molten lava that was gradually cooling down.

The bright red color gradually dimmed, and finally returned to its normal bone white color.

Yes, Geman's skills are relatively limited compared to Lan En.

He doesn't have the Air Blade to extend his attack range, and he doesn't have the Witcher's magical cantrips.

But there's just one thing. He's really, really, really fast!

Among the falling petals, Geman turned around.

On the old man's body, the cyan flame, which was like a static burning flame, was becoming more and more powerful and surging.

And on the sickle blade he held with one hand, there was a large piece of metal at the edge, just like the situation on Lan En's arm armor in the distance.

The red color that was glowing from the high temperature slowly dimmed.

The moment he took the sickle blade back into his hand, Geman immediately activated his body and the [Acceleration Technique] that was developed to the extreme.

Compared to the scythe state of the weapon, his one-handed sword skills can even be called crude, but once paired with his own speed,

Just now, he really just raised the knife to his side and then rushed past Lan En.

But such a simple and crude move directly heated the outside of [Smaug]'s arm armor and a section of the blade of [Funeral Blade] until they became shiny and red!

On the sea of ​​flowers on the ground, a huge and ferocious crack was plowed directly by his speed and the blade placed on the outside of his body!

The sickle blade in Geman's hand slowly lowered until it was close to the wooden prosthetic leg.

The sickle blade of [Funeral Blade] is edged on both sides.

In the scythe state, Geman uses the inward curve of the scythe blade to cut.

In the one-handed state, the outer arc of the sickle blade is used to chop.

"The armor is good. Although it looks very old-fashioned." Geman praised it again slowly. "It seems to be made of the scales of some kind of monster? It's really strange, I've never seen it before."

"It's a foreigner's armor." Lan En shook the arm he had raised to block the sickle blade and said nonchalantly, "Why, are you interested?"

"Haha." Geman smiled nonchalantly under the brim of his hat, "My bones are old enough, and I don't want to pursue any old-school armor."

The next moment, the old hunter, who was still smiling, suddenly disappeared!

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"Suck~"

With a sudden intake of breath, Maria subconsciously reached for her waist to grab her [Falling Leaf] long knife.

To her joy and relief, she immediately grabbed her weapon in a familiar position.

"No one touches them."

A voice that seemed impressive but strange to Maria sounded from the side.

It was the voice of an old man in his fifties or sixties, and he was wearing a mask, so it was a bit dull.

Is a hunter.

Maria opened her eyes, picked up the three-cornered hat with swan feathers from her face, straightened up, and pushed the hat on her head.

Cold and calm, even when standing in a sea of ​​broken flesh and blood, the Yharnam hunter's voice always sounded like this.

So Maria immediately recognized that the old man speaking to her was an old hunter.

A very dangerous old hunter.

Maria stood up cautiously, her hand never leaving the handle of the long knife at her waist, and her eyes never leaving the old hunter in a khaki coat.

She could feel that the other party was also wary of her. But the other party's alertness never showed any trace.

But Maria's own left shoulder and arm unconsciously stood up hairs under her coat.

Once, when Maria was targeted by a ferocious and terrifying beast while hunting, her body had this early warning feeling.

It's just that this time it's more targeted and targeted.

Because the left side of her body is the weakest point in her swordsmanship.

And she was convinced that she had never interacted with the old hunter in front of her.

In other words, can you tell where my weaknesses are just from my body habits?

Not only had she never interacted with him before, but in Maria's impression, there was no such number one character among the most powerful hunters.

Behind Henryk, two little girls in dresses who were originally poking their heads were now huddled in the arms of their mother on the other side of the Orton chapel, looking curiously in this direction.

After Maria carefully moved her body after waking up from the poisoning, she could see clearly where she was now.

There was a soft 'click' sound, and the leather glove was released from the handle of the knife. Under Maria's cold eyes, she raised her hand to slightly smooth her white hair, which was a little messy because she just got up from the ground.

The movements of the female hunter arranging her hair were neat and tidy, and at the same time, the Blood Nobleman himself had an elegant nobility.

The combined movements and temperament made the two little girls peeking curiously from a distance couldn't help but exclaim in their mother's arms.

Viola, who was holding them, patted their heads in amusement.

But Henrik, who was sitting on the steps looking at each other, his eyes sandwiched between the mask and the brim of his hat, were always calm.

"Calm down? Well, it looks like you are indeed Ms. Maria."

"It seems we have never met, sir." Maria said calmly, taking the opportunity to tidy up her lace scarf that was stained red due to vomiting blood.

"But Adeline was sleeping there, and there were women and children. It didn't look like a battleground or an execution site."

"Since there is no danger for the time being, there is only one question left."

Maria lowered her head and looked seriously at Henrik sitting on the steps.

"The man who brought me here, a very tall man, where is he?"

"Lan?" Henrik didn't mean to hide anything. "He wanted to end this long night of hunting, so he planned to do something."

"What exactly?"

"Be specific." Faced with further questioning, the old hunter showed no signs of wavering. "He doesn't want to tell me. I trust him, so I won't ask any more questions."

"Hunting night." Maria pinched the bridge of her nose with a headache, "I haven't asked yet, what does this word mean?"

".Humph." Henryk was a little stunned and silent at first, and then he smiled lowly under the mask, "Yes, you shouldn't know. After all, in the past, lycanthropy was not common. Was it declared 'annihilated'?"

Maria opened her mouth wordlessly. In her understanding, this was indeed the case.

In the days of Old Yharnam, except for the last day when the fire spread, lycanthropy did not really seem to be a noticeable problem.

"The number of lycanthropic patients was increasing, so the hunters had to choose one night to let people go home and walk on the streets to kill all the lunatics who dared to go out."

Henrik briefly talked about the concept of hunting night, but just this simple sentence was enough to make Maria, a person from the old Yharnam era, be stunned.

"Hunter. Hunting in the street?"

Maria murmured in pain and disbelief.

"Will the situation continue to deteriorate like this?"

"What did we do back then?"

"I don't know what you senior people did back then." Henrik said casually. At the same time, he seemed to relax, raising his hand to take off his hat and unbutton his mask.

"But if you need, you can rest in this Orton chapel. After all, you were entrusted by Lan En."

"Oudun. Chapel?" Maria seemed a little familiar after hearing the name.

The Orton Chapel is located on the edge of the church town and has been built for a long time.

She scanned the small chapel, seeming to match the current terrain with her long-standing memories.

Finally, after seeing a small door opened on the side of the chapel, Maria's eyes froze.

"Lan En." Her eyes remained motionless, but she asked, "When he left, where did he go?"

Henrik casually pointed behind him, which was the small door that Maria had been staring at.

In the eyes of this blood noble, that road already coincided with the place in his memory.

That was a hunter's workshop established by his teacher, Geman!

White flowers bloomed there, and many hunters' weapons were perfected and trained there.

When Lan En embarked on this path, his so-called ‘doing something’ naturally went without saying in Maria’s eyes.

He subconsciously tightened his grip on his weapon.

"Do you still have a blood collection bottle with you?"

When she asked this question, Maria suddenly realized that she had not asked the old hunter in front of her what his name was, which was a bit too impolite.

But before she could make amends, Henrik, who had already taken off his mask and hat, pointed to Maria's feet.

There was a blood collection bottle with a standard strap, twenty in total, just like a belt containing shotgun bullets.

Maria bent down and picked up a series of hunting-standard blood collection bottles.

"Aren't you going to stop me?"

she asked cautiously.

Henrik shook his head.

"He didn't ask me to follow him, but he didn't tell you about you either. I trust him, but I have to admit, I'm also a little worried about him."

Suddenly, Maria, who bent down to pick up the blood collection bottle, was stunned when she looked at Henrik's calm and old face.

"Are you..." she asked tentatively, uncertainly, "Henryk?"