Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 355 354. Crazy people

 “May the holy blood guide your path, Henrik.”

The last blessing uttered has been blurred by the beastly throat bone.

Henric quickly rushed out of the crowd and rushed down the stone bridge after being alone.

Behind him, a shrill and deafening scream set off air waves and spread to the surroundings.

Compared with this roar, even the roars of patients who have transformed into beasts and are lying on all fours are as weak as a breeze.

 Henrik knew that it was the sound of his old friend's final transformation from man to beast.

 Beast nature breaks the shackles of human nature and appears in this world.

 Henrik could not imagine that such a roar could come from a body that was once a human.

 What is hidden in the human body? ?

Hunters mostly have decisive personalities. After Henryk left the chaos, he immediately took out the blood collection bottle used for blood therapy from the inner pocket of his khaki coat and pricked one on his thigh.

The incision on his arm has healed, and the penetrating wound that penetrated his internal organs has also fully recovered.

The old hunter never looked back and left in a direction away from the Church Town Bridge.

 Old friends bought him a chance to leave, and he must cherish this opportunity.

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Lann stood by the window of Gascoigne's house and looked out, frowning.

 “Is it because I lack knowledge that this will happen on the hunting night?”

 Lan asked Viola beside him without turning his head.

At this time, the hostess of the house was sitting on a chair, with her two daughters in her arms comforting her.

After hearing Lan En's question, Viola quickly raised her head, glanced out from the gap in the opened curtains, and then quickly lowered her head again as if she was afraid of getting something on it.

"On hunting nights, we don't dare to look outside. If we look at wild beasts, even incense can't drive them away."

 The function of incense is to make lycanthropic patients feel nauseous and thus resist approaching them.

 But if they confirm that there are really people in this place, then the incense has no lethality or blocking ability.

 “But.” Halfway through, Viola’s face also looked a little hesitant. "I have never seen anything like this in the few nights I occasionally looked out."

 Lan En nodded indifferently.

Outside the window, a resident with a lot of black animal hair on his face was holding a saber and holding a torch and wandering aimlessly.

 Beside it, there were three dogs following it.

If you look at it from a distance, you might actually think that this is a security guard patrolling with a dog at night.

 But fortunately, Lan En is not far away now.

He saw with his own eyes the scene in which the three dogs dragged an ordinary person running away in panic with their mouths, and continued to bite after breaking the bones. Finally, they were dismembered by the saber man holding a torch.

Those three dogs themselves are not normal either.

 They are similar to lycanthropy patients whose condition has become extremely serious. The chest and abdomen have been completely decayed and vacant.

 The ribs and lumbar vertebrae can be directly seen.

And a large amount of hyperplasia of hair grows directly from the bones.

The pieces of meat that they bitten fell out of their stomachs, but they still happily bit and ate them.

 As if eating is not important, what is important is just the process of biting and letting the blood spill out.

“Lynophilia affects ordinary beasts, and the lycanthropic individuals spontaneously begin to cooperate. If it is viruses and bacteria, this is developing too fast and too intelligent.”

 Lan En murmured to himself.

From a scientific and technological worldview, this is just like biological and chemical weapons.

 But in the magical worldview, this is more like a large-scale curse. While Lan En was thinking, a miserable noise suddenly came from outside the window.

In addition to being close to the water canal, Gascoigne’s house is also adjacent to a small fountain square in the other direction.

 The screams came from Fountain Square.

Viola shuddered at the shrill cry, and the two little girls in her arms shrank tighter.

 The screams of the same kind have dual meanings of warning and intimidation.

The saber man and the three dogs wandering around seemed to be excited by the screams. They gasped with excitement and ran towards the fountain square.

 Lan En lowered the curtain.

 “I’ll go out and take a look.”

The witcher turned around and explained: "It would be okay if they were allowed to scatter and wander, but if the screams brought them together, it would become a large scale. In short, it is always good to deal with it in advance."

 Lan En did not finish what he said, leaving half of it. But Viola could already imagine hordes of lycanthropes filling the streets.

Her elbows hugged the two girls closer, but her hands tightly grasped a ruby ​​brooch on her chest.

 That is a very beautiful ruby.

Gascoigne once advised his wife that when praying, it is best to hold some kind of symbolic object in her hands.

 This is the suggestion of a foreign clergyman. For this reason, the man gave his wife a ruby ​​brooch that was as beautiful as blood, symbolizing the 'sacred blood' respected by the Healing Church.

 “Thank you, thank you, Mr. Lane.”

Viola tried to thank Lan En in calm words.

Of the two little girls, Victoria, the younger sister, also raised her head from her mother's arms and whispered "Thank you, uncle" to Lan En.

Lan smiled a little at the fact that he was called 'uncle', then waved his hand and opened the door of Gascoigne's house.

“After I’m done with it, I’ll come over and knock on the door to talk. When you’re sure it’s me, you can open the door again.”

 Lan emphasized the last sentence.

 In this dangerous night, no one knows what accidents may happen.

When the heavy and solid wooden door opened, Lan En, who was standing on the street of Yanan again, smelled a very easy to distinguish smell.

—The stench of the blood of those who turned into beasts.

 On this unnatural night of the hunt, everything bad seemed to get worse.

The witcher's footsteps were silent. Even though he was wearing a suit of composite heavy armor, Lan En's trained footsteps could still ensure his concealment.

His height and muscle size are still growing recently. He has made an appointment at Tur Butcher's blacksmith shop to make a major modification to his armor.

 It was only because of the time when the celestial sphere converged that it was not implemented before coming to Yanan.

Lan En smoothly drew the Lake Lady's Sword from his waist, and it was also silent.

In this small fountain square, the demon hunter saw the source of the miserable scream at a glance.

 That was an ordinary Yannan man wearing a yellowed white shirt and black suspenders.

His small round hat rolled down into a pool of blood, and a pitchfork was pierced through his lower back and came out from his navel.

The pitchfork was held in the hands of a lycanthropic patient who was panting excitedly and kept pushing the pole forward.

This patient is still wearing the clothes he wore when he was a human, but his distorted and elongated frame makes the clothes no longer fit him.

The three newly arrived dogs repeated their old tricks, biting the unlucky guy's limbs and started tearing them apart.

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 (End of this chapter)