Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1288 1260. Shooting Appearance
Without even turning his head, Lan En grabbed Adeline again, allowing her to avoid the blue-gray corrosive liquid that splashed out of the cupboard.

As for the black-robed clergyman who was hit, when he was knocked down from the second floor, he could barely utter two sobs with his throat blocked by blood foam.

But after being stabbed, there was no more movement.

After being smashed into the cupboard next to Lan En and the others, his body was immersed in the corrosive liquid, with only a few nervous twitches.

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

The liquid seems to be quite corrosive.

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

"That's the gray blood patient? Is this a symptom of delirium?"

There was a sense of absurdity in Lan's words.

If it is true as Adeline said before, the gray blood patient just showed 'some' manic and delirious symptoms due to his illness and attacked the doctor.

That really doesn't match the current situation at all!

Is this 'mania and delirium'?
The "mania" of stabbing people through like chicken skewers and then picking them up and throwing them away?
"I-I don't know!"

Adeline also spoke at a loss.

The patient with gray blood was still screaming at the top of his lungs, waving his limbs and the infusion pole in his hand violently.

He had some small scratches on his body from when he jumped down from the building just now.

At this moment, his whole body was tense, and if he shook his hand or turned around, the unique gray-white blood would spurt out from the wound.

Lan En only felt that the hidden, complex smell of Yharnam beasts in the air became stronger.

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

They were brought out from the ancient dungeon by the Healing Church and they were indeed too rigid. Their orders were to guard the staircase interface, but as long as no one approached them, they would not care about anything else.

"There are still hunters!" Adeline suddenly broke free from Lan's loosened 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 over here!

He swung the infusion pole he used as a weapon wildly and without any strategy. With his violent strength, the sharp broken end was able to easily pry out a few bricks as he passed over the ground, without any feeling of obstruction at all.

This kind of power is only as good as its bestiality.

But Lan En just tilted his head in response to the fact that he dared to charge straight at him just based on his highly beastly mutation.

With a "whoosh", the witcher lifted a corner of his cloak.

Immediately afterwards, the waving broken infusion rod pierced directly into the air where Lan En had originally stood.

The witcher turned sideways lightly, accompanied by the sound of the sharp broken end of the infusion rod tearing the air.

The body that was originally facing the gray-blood patient had already turned sideways, avoiding the impact.

"Oh!"

Then there was a dull explosion!

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

The kick was so swift and powerful, and the force was so clean and neat that even after the action was completed, the plates on Lan's armor made a dense and slight collision sound.

The gray-blood patient's body was almost bent into a sharp angle where he was kicked, and he flew backwards with a "whoosh".

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

Several thick bricks were knocked out of the wall by the sudden pressure, or sunken, making the originally flat wall uneven.

The ash blood disease patient's head was covered with a sack of coarse cloth, which twitched and twisted visibly because of this.

Before he could slide down the wall.

"Hula~"

The cloak created a gust of wind as it moved quickly.

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

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

But this time, Lan's palm, wearing Smaug's dragon-scale leather gloves, just touched the coarse sack on the shoulder of the gray-blooded patient, which should be covering his head.

His amber cat eyes immediately narrowed slightly.

And within a very short time, the hand that touched the other person's head shook, and then pressed on the other person's chest, suppressing him.

With his swift movements, the scene was quite chaotic. Even if someone was staring at him the whole time, they would probably only see an afterimage of his moving arm.

Instead, you won't see the brief contact between the palm and the sack, and then the final motionless palm pressing on the other person's chest.

The opponent's arms, which were as thin as a stick but could easily smash large bricks, were still waving wildly, and there was no sign of him calming down after his body was controlled.

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

Through his own skills and analysis, Lan En could even know the next move of this crazy gray blood patient one step ahead of him through the current physical contact. The sound of dry and hard flesh colliding with armor plates, the heavy and ruthless collision almost made people feel toothache.

He methodically blocked the opponent's frenzied attacks with one hand one after another. Finally, Lan En used the advantage of his larger palm to directly grasp the opponent's two skinny arms.

This is considered to be completely suppressing the opponent's ability to move.

"Is there a doctor?" The witcher stared at the sack on the other's shoulder and shouted to the people around him, "Is there a doctor who can take care of it?"

After he shouted a few times, the clergymen from the rooms around the first floor of the research hall gradually poked their heads out and approached this side cautiously.

And just as the gray-blood patient was still howling under Lan En's suppression, and was trying to use the thing under the sack to hit him.

"Pong!"

With a gunshot, a big hole suddenly appeared in the sack on the gray-blood patient's shoulder.

The witcher immediately raised his hands and head, so that the rich and sticky liquid that burst out of the sack only fell on his cloak without touching his body.

And turned to look in the direction of the gunshot.

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

He stared at the patient's body expressionlessly as he walked up the remaining stairs and reached the first floor.

Without saying much, the clergymen in black robes around seemed to be familiar with the process and began to work in an orderly manner as if they had received instructions.

Lan took two steps back.

Several clergymen in black robes came up and used brooms, mops and other tools to start cleaning up the broken cabinets and various liquids that were scattered all over the floor.

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

The last few people ran to the gray blood disease patient with a blasted head in front of Lan En, and began to take notebooks and examine the body, making a series of emergency records.

During the entire process, even the clergy who were dealing with the bodies of their colleagues had calm expressions, as if they were wiping spilled soup on the table.

The scene of a group of clergy dressed in black quietly dealing with a corpse that looked almost identical to themselves was indescribably weird and cold.

The senior clergyman in white who had fired the shot came over.

In his hand he held a hunter's staff that Lan was familiar with, but it didn't look intimidating until the weapon transformed.

"Did you just touch his head?"

The white-robed clergyman asked calmly. He raised his head and looked into Lan's eyes, which were like a pair of black abysses without any fluctuations.

"No." Lan En said unnoticeably, and the palm that had just been pressing on the patient's chest shook off as if out of habit after exerting force.

The white-robed clergyman '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, as if he was no longer paying attention to Lan En who had just suppressed the chaos in the research hall, he prepared to go over and command the reception of the body of the gray blood disease patient.

But just after taking a step, he seemed to remember something, turned his head, 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 like slippery poisonous snakes, sliding across his body.

The demon hunter smiled, suppressed the look that made the hair on the ground stand on end, and began to speak.

"I"

"He's a new hunter."

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

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

The clergyman in white passed Lan En's figure and saw the person coming behind him. He immediately didn't bother to keep the stiff smile on his face.

He quickly returned to his expressionless look and turned away.

Lan En also turned around and saw the woman who seemed to have interrupted him in order to protect him.

The sleek, elegant, yet intricately detailed hunting suit is the epitome of Gothic aesthetics.

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

This is a very tall woman, about 1.9 meters tall, slender and strong.

Adeline had to jog with her skirt lifted up to keep up with her normal walking efficiency.

After walking to Lan En's side, she first looked at the back of the clergyman in white as he walked away, then she raised her head, pressing down the tricorn hat with swan feathers on her head, and looked at Lan En.

The moment the witcher saw the face under the shadow of the hat brim, his pupils involuntarily contracted slightly.

This person looks exactly like that doll?!

(End of this chapter)