Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1274 1246. Yharnam Hunter
Lan En, kneeling on the canvas, slowly and methodically opened his eyes, but kept his eyelids lowered to prevent his eyes, which would glow in the darkness, from being too conspicuous.

Lan's attention flicked to the corner of his retina.

The Mentos timing system is projected on it.

It was only 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 was drifting in from outside the alley.

In comparison, even the sewage covered by this disposable canvas has a precious natural atmosphere.

The stench was thick, sticky, and bloody.

Based on the experience of the demon hunter, it is human blood.

But the smell was so thick and sticky that it almost made Lan En begin to doubt his own judgment.

After the special incense, the familiar smell hit the demon hunter again—

The smell of lycanthropic blood!
Except for the deep breath Lan took subconsciously when he came out of the [Meditation] state, the witcher's breathing had completely returned to normal.

Slow and quiet.

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

Heavy and bulky, showing strong lung capacity and athletic ability.

If there is no pattern at all, it means that this person either has no intelligence or is a complete amateur.

It has both.

A series of loud "clang, clang" noises suddenly broke out at the entrance of the alley, startling the crows that were resting on the silent Gothic spire.

The guy who broke into the alley smashed the clutter of wooden boxes and empty barrels.

The natural wooden board, which was at least two centimeters thick, crumbled under its hands like sugar coating.

Piles of boxes were smashed to pieces, and it was still running down the alley.

In the thick shadows, the opponent's dark body became the best camouflage color.

Standing outside the alley and looking inside, you can probably only see a darker shadow dancing in a lighter shadow.

It's not a scene suitable for fighting at all.

The patient, who had already become highly beastly, was still rushing in.

It was similar to the first beastman Lan En saw when he first came to Yharnam.

The body was strangely stretched and elongated by the disease, causing it to become morbidly emaciated, with large areas of skin no longer able to be covered and the skin was torn to expose the bones.

And those vigorous and sickly black hairs grew wildly on its body. Even the bones without flesh and blood were covered with those rough and smelly black hairs.

The sharpened claws and curved legs make it look like a deformed werewolf.

However, the skull did not resemble that of a dog, but instead retained the general outline of a human, making the combination look even more bizarre.

It's running away.

The sharp claws only touched the wall for a moment, leaving deep and cruel claw marks.

But it only has two claws on its left hand.

From the throat, which was not sure if it still existed, came the grumbling and whimpering sounds of someone who had been injured and was running away. It was a sound between that of a beast and a human, and it made people feel uncomfortable after hearing it.

The beastly patient covered in black hair rushed into the alley first, smashing the debris blocking the way into pieces.

Outside the alley, a hunter was walking in the mist, standing on the boundary between shadow and moonlight.

He quickly but quietly followed the beastman to the entrance of the alley, and without thinking, he raised his left hand and fired the hunter's rifle.

"bump!"

After the short burst of gunfire, he couldn't see through the darkness to see whether the shot he fired along the beast patient's final trajectory had hit the target.

The hunter frowned between his cocked hat and mask.

However, the hunters of Yharnam prefer silent, swift and decisive fighting styles. They rarely vent their emotions in battle and are more like cold and merciless execution machines.

So that was the extent of the hunter's dissatisfaction with the previous shot.

He didn't say a word from beginning to end.

There was a cut on his shoulder, on his leather windbreaker, and blood was flowing out of the cut, covering his entire arm.

The leather windbreaker was covered with blood, giving off a glossy luster. Bloody and wet.

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

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

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

His chest rose and fell, as if he was using deep breathing to build up his mental strength.

Then, without hesitation, he stepped forward and crossed the boundary between shadow and moonlight.

As soon as he crossed the line, the light seemed to suddenly fade. It was dark and gloomy all around, and the hunter's leather boots made a 'click' sound on the wet bricks. Fortunately, his breathing under the mask was still steady.

But in this alley, there are more sounds than just the hunters themselves.

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

There was also the heavy breathing of the beast, and along with its breathing was released to the outside world the bloody stench coming from the beast's internal organs.

The hunter only moved forward three or four meters before he began to hesitate.

He really wanted to hunt down this lycanthrope.

Its beastly disease had progressed to a very advanced and serious stage. If he, the discoverer, did not do anything, how many more people would it kill that night?
Moreover, in order to avoid causing panic in front of the public, the hunters' hunting actions should be carried out away from the crowd and in secret.

This place is just right.

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

I should have brought a torch.

The hunter thought to himself.

Although I couldn't hold a gun with my left hand because I had a torch, it was better to have one less long-range auxiliary weapon than to be completely in the dark.

Thinking of this, the hunter stopped.

He began to prepare a cautious retreat.

Hunting down the beastmen who are beyond help is important, but your own life is equally important.

He could retreat to the alley and make a makeshift torch out of the broken wood. This alley was a dead end, and the beast patient couldn't escape.

But the situation now is that the hunter wants to leave, but his prey is not going to let him get away so easily.

The blood flowing from the hunter's wound smelled like beautiful notes singing to the beastman!
So just as the hunter's pace slowed down, he actually showed some tendency to retreat cautiously.

"Da da da~"

A series of rapid sounds of claws stepping on the stone floor rang out.

The beast patient couldn't help but open his mouth, and saliva flowed down his skinny face.

Every breath he took carried the stench of a wild beast.

"Ouch!"

Its cry was hoarse and eager.

Two slender arms like hairy sticks with sharp claws pounced towards the hunter!

The hunter chopped off three fingers on one of its hands, but with only seven fingers left, it could easily tear a human body apart 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 beastman.

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

The hunter could only roughly see that the main body of the beast was moving toward him, but he could not see clearly how its thin and stick-like arms were attacking.

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

With a "whoosh", the leather windbreaker created wind due to the wearer's violent movements.

It is the core skill of the Yharnam hunters' combat system—that quick and swift dodgy move!
No matter what weapon you use, no matter which faction you belong to.

Whether it's the Sawtooth Gang or the Gunpowder Keg Gang, no matter what the hunting philosophy is, this core of operations, which was established and passed down from the earliest hunters in Yharnam, has always been a technique that hunters have never given up.

The hunter's movements were swift and decisive.

However, under the harsh conditions of losing the initiative and vision, he was still injured by the claws of the beastman.

A large cut was made on the left hand holding the gun, and blood splattered in a fan-shaped area under the pull of the claws.

But he didn't just get beaten.

The injury actually allowed the hunter to roughly understand the position and movements of the beastman.

After dodging with a super-fast backwards move, he then went back forward along the same path, also using the same quick dodging move!

As the distance got closer, in the lightless darkness, accompanied by the sound of a mechanism, a handful of sparks suddenly burst out!
"Crack!"

【Meat Saw·Transformation Slash】!
The meat saw, which was originally folded up like a large folding knife and used the serrations on the outer side of the blade to hurt people, suddenly opened during the swing!

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

If this knife really hits, then with the Yharnam hunter's extraordinary physical fitness and the superposition of mechanical force, it is estimated that the beast patient can be chopped directly away!
However, there is no 'if' in reality.

Taking advantage of the forward momentum and taking into account the width of the alley, the hunter used the extended meat saw to counterattack from top to bottom, chopping.

The unfolded meat saw did not produce the solid feeling of cutting into flesh in mid-air. Instead, it only produced a slight resistance before being swung to the bottom, making a "clang" sound and producing the sound of metal colliding with bricks and stones and sparks.

The hunter's eyes, sandwiched between the mask and the brim of his tricorn hat, immediately widened in fear.

The beast patient roared in pain as if he was injured, but amidst the agony, there was still a mad thirst for blood.

The [Transformation Slash] just now only cut off the hand of the beast patient that was rushing forward.

The hand that had three fingers chopped off by the hunter before!
The opponent's other intact claw, after being injured, grabbed the hunter's head and face with even more impatience!

(End of this chapter)