Chapter 354 353. Clergy Beast
From the moment the steel gate was closed, the entire stone bridge connecting the church town fell into a dead silence.
Ordinary people stared blankly in the direction of the church town. Even the horses pulling the four-wheel carriage seemed to feel the atmosphere at this time, and did not dare to breathe.
The last ray of sunlight sank under the outline of the church town. Because of the backlight, the entire church town buildings showed a deep black.
Yanan's sophisticated technical level allowed the street lights to light up on time, illuminating the faces of everyone on the stone bridge: despair, stunned, angry, and panic.
Under the flickering light of the gas street lamp, a businessman sitting on the carriage frame, holding the reins in his hand, unconsciously took off his top hat and held it in front of his chest.
"What, what's going on?"
The hunters who pushed the door gave up dejectedly, but those church personnel who were still confident and were standing outside the door responsible for maintaining order, At this time, like an infection, the same panic atmosphere as the refugees was born among them.
No one knows how to answer this question.
"The church. They abandoned us and locked us outside!" The businessman's voice couldn't stop trembling, and the volume became louder and louder as it trembled uncontrollably.
"They locked the door! Locked the door! Right?!"
The businessman's questioning caused a huge commotion in the crowd, and the helpless response of the church personnel and hunters also increased the panic in people's hearts. , and the anger caused by it.
On the crowded stone bridge, the situation is becoming increasingly chaotic.
Finally, a hysterical scream sounded: "Murderer! You are murdering! Murderers!"
A town citizen held a bone-chopping knife commonly used at home, with an expression on his face. Crazy and desperate, he rushed towards the church personnel at the iron gate.
The night of hunting has begun, and these people who are exposed on the street are already controlled by fear.
They don’t care that these church members are locked out with them and are also victims.
They are just venting their fears, which is human nature.
But are the mental conditions of these church personnel who are left outside the door much better than that of the common people?
There was a "bang" gunshot!
The church personnel, who also looked ferocious and panicked, let their muskets spray out mercury bullets, bringing the smell of blood and gunpowder.
After a short silence, the roar of the crowd, the friction of the hunters taking out their weapons, and the frightened neighing of the horses were mixed together in an extremely noisy manner and broke out!
The smell of blood became stronger.
There were more townsfolk, and they came in droves like crazy. The hunters were stronger, but they were squeezed by the crowd and didn't even have room to move around.
Hunters and church personnel are bleeding.
They received more frequent and higher-quality blood treatments than ordinary townspeople. This caused the people around them to look intoxicated as their blood flowed out.
The blood is accumulating more and more, and the smell is getting stronger and stronger.
Ah, blood. Sweet blood, energetic blood.
People seem to have a beautiful note singing spontaneously in their minds.
The accumulation of more and more blood seems to produce some kind of stacking effect.
"Shit! Follow me! Mark!"
Henryk's hunting skills are superb and smooth. He can deal with lycanthropes with ease, and he is even more intimidating when facing humans.
Compared to those less skilled hunters, although he was slashed on the arm and stabbed through with a pitchfork in the stomach, it was not a big deal.
He successfully dragged his old friend Mark along to the outside of the chaotic crowd, and was about to rush out.
The old hunter panted fiercely, and the hot air squeezed out of his lungs even condensed into white mist in the air.
His eyes were alert and vigilant, and he was circling around observing the situation on the battlefield, ready to find weak points and break out at any time.
He fished backwards, trying to drag Mark, who was walking a little slower, towards him.
What a resemblance. The situation before him, the situation between him and Mark. Everything was just like the old Yanan decades ago.
At that time, the two young men had to support each other to finally enter the church town through the sea of fire in Old Yharnam while wiping the crack in the door. They will definitely be able to do it this time
“Let’s go, Henrik.”
The old hunter, who was on high alert for combat, was suddenly startled.
Accompanied by his old friend’s words, he was holding a skinny arm with hair as sharp as weeds
Henric was an expert at hunting wild beasts, and his colleagues even Most people thought that he would be unable to die in hunting as a hunter because of his superb skills.
So even through a thick layer of leather gloves, he could clearly understand: This is not a human hand, or in other words, this is not a normal person's hand.
Highly animalistic.
This is the hand of a patient with lycanthropy that has developed to an extremely advanced stage!
"The transformation into beasts has begun, the hunting has begun, Henrik."
Behind the old hunter, the familiar and reassuring voice of his old friend was gradually distorting and going out of tune.
Henryk did not look back, but he could imagine the scene at this time.
Mark's bone structure and muscle structure are undergoing brief and severe distortions due to lycanthropy.
The severity of bone dislocation can even cause muscle tears and skin rupture.
His throat is undergoing changes in timbre due to lesions. And soon, he will lose even the ability to speak.
Originally, the whites of human eyeballs will turn sickly yellow. Round pupils, on the other hand, will look like a ball of collapsed and melted mercury.
An old friend of decades is dying.
Henrik suddenly felt an empty space in his heart. He didn't want to accept it and didn't dare to look back.
He could only rush forward with his head buried in the air, and the saw knife in his hand cut open the body of a madman again.
The blood on the ground became thicker.
"Don't talk nonsense! You are a clergyman! No clergyman has ever turned into a beast! Mark, never!"
"You just need blood! You need rest! Wait for us Rush out and I’ll give you a shot!”
Henrik kept tugging on Mark's arm, he said so, but the arm he was holding was getting thicker and heavier
The old friend did not spend his last time together. refute.
He just said something with difficulty, as if his voice had become rough and hoarse, as if he was talking in his sleep.
“Human nature is the shackles that restrain beasts, but the stronger the human nature, the stronger the reaction force will be when it is broken, that is, it will become a more terrifying beast.”
"What kind of beast would a cleric become, Henrik?"
"Come on, old friend. Go to the one you care about and protect them on this hunting night, the one you consider your daughter, the man who married your daughter, and their children. Go. ”
The arm pulling behind him was so thick that he couldn’t hold it in his hand.
Henryk had a dull face, he couldn't imagine what his expression was like now.
He could only let go of his hand weakly.
Among the crowd at the back, several people who seemed normal at first suddenly went crazy. Their bodies went through the entire development process of lycanthropy almost in an instant and turned into beasts lying on all fours.
The sudden and violent deformation even caused their original flesh and blood to explode into a ball of minced meat and splash out.
They rush into the crowd and bite those closest to them, who are basically friends and family.
Tear the muscles of the people around you with your claws, bite the throats of your relatives and friends with your teeth
This is no longer a hunting night. This is just like the old Yharnam decades ago. The beast disaster!
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(End of this chapter)