Chapter 340 339. Transformation Slash
“If you want to follow me, don’t do it randomly. It can be seen that you are also a good hunter besides Yanan. But Yanan’s situation is different. Most of the things that are right are very different from the outside. You should know how stupid it is to rush forward without thinking when facing unfamiliar monsters, right?”
Henryk’s steps were slow on the stone brick road? Stop, he is a person who has lived in Yanan for a long time. It can be said that this city was built under his watch.
Compared to a foreigner like Lan En who could get lost after just two steps, the rugged and winding road was as clear to him as the distance from the living room to the bedroom at home.
The young man following him spoke calmly and calmly.
"I'm not a fool, Henrik. I'm a professional hunter who can support myself through hunting."
Henryk was slightly silent as he listened to the words behind him.
Breaking into Yharnam on a hunting night is calm and collected.
Outlander.
These hunters who come to Yharnam from other lands are always like this.
They had already developed their hunting skills outside and came to Yanan to seek blood therapy.
The local young hunters in Yanan, even those who have participated in several hunting nights, are probably not as calm as the guy behind them.
It's not because of fear, but only the local hunters feel it most clearly. The lycanthropic patient they hunted might have been an ordinary citizen of Yanan half an hour ago.
Maybe they passed by each other with smiles and hellos in the morning.
That’s why it’s best for hunters to be outsiders, because they never hesitate to strike.
That's why Yanan people hate outsiders, because they know what work they come here to do.
Afterwards, Henrik became taciturn when he entered working mode.
Different from the many demon hunters Lan En met in the magical world, his habit of mumbling to himself was different. He just works silently and efficiently.
I don’t know if this is the professional habit of his ‘comrades’ from another world, or Henryk’s personal habit.
“Bang!”
The gunpowder burst into flames in the barrel, pushing the ammunition in the barrel to fly out, briefly brightening the dimly lit streets of Yanan.
A lycanthropic patient holding a pitchfork and having messy hair growing all over his body under the linen shirt he was barely wearing.
Before running over and stabbing out the pitchfork, he was hit in the left shoulder by Henrik's musket.
It can be seen that the power of the musket is not ideal on the mutated bodies of these lycanthropic patients. The bullets did not roll in the thin but hard bodies, and could not tear the flesh into pieces.
But Henrik didn’t seem to want to use a musket to complete the hunt at all.
He just wanted to use the impact of the ammunition to stagger the lycanthropic patient.
The moment the opponent became unbalanced, Henryk used an extremely smooth sliding step to rush in front of the monster.
That was the first time Lan En saw the actual combat effect of transforming weapons.
Henryk raised the folded meat saw knife diagonally upwards, and the serrated blade first cut into the lycanthropic patient's ribs, and then there was a mechanical "click" sound.
The switchblade-like structure began to work, and the mechanical force bounced the blade outward. The direction of the mechanical force was exactly the same as the direction of Henryk's swing, thus completing the superposition of forces.
The lycanthropic patient who was over two meters tall was a full head taller than Henrik.
But in this deformation slash, the large gap cut by the serrated blade extended from the ribs to the chest.
The large piece of flesh torn off by the saw teeth can even allow a person to see directly from the front to the back of the lycanthropic patient's wound.
Originally, Henryk should have been able to cut the prey in half diagonally, but the weight of the lycanthropic patient was not large enough, so the meat saw cut it off only halfway.
The hairy corpse was bounced against the wall on the street, making a muffled sound.
The characteristics of the saw blade caused the amount of bleeding to be unimaginably large, as if a bucket of paint had been opened and splashed around.
Transforming weapons are indeed outstanding in terms of instantaneous explosive power.
Henryk's fighting method of using the impact of firearms was exactly the same as Wei Mingli's posture collapse in Lan En's eyes. They all accomplish an execution that ends the battle by causing temporary abnormalities to the enemy.
And based on Henrik's size and age alone, even with the mechanical power of the transforming weapon, his basic strength is a bit too abnormal.
Or is it because of ‘blood’?
Is Yanan's blood not only a panacea, but also a superhuman medicine?
The young witcher held the scabbard with his hand outside the battlefield, but never interfered in Henryk's hunting.
This sense of proportion gave Henrik a good impression of him.
So, after shaking off the stinking blood that had been sprinkled on his coat, Henrik gave some advice to this young foreigner who had just come to Yanan.
"Even if you stick to tradition, you have to learn to accept the progress of the times."
The old hunter raised the musket in his left hand towards Lan En.
It looked like a flintlock gun, with a wooden handle and body, and a metal barrel and firing device.
Just like the Victorian style of this city, the metal barrel is also engraved with flashy patterns.
“When foreigners come to seek blood therapy, they must first go to the Healing Church, which is the origin of blood therapy. The church has always had a great demand for hunters. As long as you agree to become a hunter working for the church, the blood therapy will The treatment schedule can be advanced much earlier, and they will also provide you with logistical support.”
"At least I will give you a hunter pistol and a transforming weapon for free. There will also be an advance salary and a cheap but comfortable rental house."
Lan took his hand away from the scabbard and walked to Henry As Ke approached, his expression did not fluctuate due to the bright future being discussed.
“All I can think about right now is to spend the current hunting night safely. Maybe it’s because I’m ignorant, but Yanan is really a bit too exciting.”
“Mutated townspeople , the hunters who hunt on the street, and the normal people who are accustomed to all this, you even made me think that I had come to the end of the world.”
“The end of the world?” Henryk said under the yellow mask. He chuckled, not sure if it was sarcasm or sigh, "This is a good metaphor."
Immediately, he changed the topic.
"But tonight? No way."
"This is just an ordinary hunting night, far from the end of the world."
The one who spoke At this time, even if only the slit of his eyes was exposed on his face, Lan En could feel that he seemed to be trapped in some kind of terrible memory.
It was only a moment in time, but the deep feeling that penetrated the bones was very clear.
It was so clear that Lan En even thought he had really experienced a night of hunting at the end of the world
"There should be eight or nine hours left, and the night should be over."
Lan En He changed the subject and looked up at the sky.
From the gaps between the layers of buildings in Yanan, I saw a ray of huge moonlight above my head.
“Do you have any plans for the rest of the time? Or are you just going to wander around and hunt?”
Henrik roughly cleaned up the layer of blood on his coat and stood up.
The texture of those abnormal blood is similar to that of thick oil.
"I have a regular partner. It will be easier to find someone trustworthy to partner with on hunting night."
"I am looking forward to meeting your partner."
Henric shook his head noncommittally.
"Unlike me, he is a kind-hearted guy. If he can help others, he will be very happy."
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(End of this chapter)