Chapter 356 355. The Crazy Hunter
“Pfft!”
A smooth and silver blade pierced the human body cleanly.
The sound of blood being squeezed out of the body was short and fast.
The lycanthropic patient who was panting and still holding the pitchfork and stabbing the man forward after nailing the man to the wall had a blade of the blade exposed from his mouth.
The blade was not stained with blood and shattered its teeth and gums, which had begun to become deformed.
The lycanthropic patient was still twisting and twitching under the abnormal vitality, but after the knife head was twisted ninety degrees, it completely collapsed.
Dogs infected by lycanthropy become large, ferocious, and sharp.
One of the dogs with a forearm torn off sensed something was wrong and whimpered in confusion.
“Ouch?”
And the next moment before it had time to raise its head.
“Boom!”
A boot with an external plate stomped directly on its neck!
With violent strength and heavy weight, this kick made the dog's neck press against the wall, and the cervical vertebrae made a crisp sound.
The cervical vertebrae crushed and deformed by the force pierced its rotten skin, and the stinking plasma that exploded was squeezed onto the wall in a sputtering pattern.
Lan En calmly stabbed out a steady and precise knife in an instant, and kicked the neck of a sick vicious dog.
The other two reacted at the same time, shook off the lifeless flesh and blood in their mouths, and bit towards Lan En.
The witcher determined the position with his peripheral vision, and then clenched his free hand into a fist, "Bang!"
The iron spikes on the fist of the studded leather gloves were violently violently The force pushed the head of a mad dog in mid-air.
Iron nails tear flesh, fists crush bones.
"Wuka!"
After the mad dog screamed halfway, Lan En's fist directly pressed its mandible and hit the wall!
The lower half of the mad dog's mouth was completely shattered into a ball, and thick blood mixed with bone debris flowed and sputtered out.
Withdrawing his fist, he raised his forearm to block the side of his neck. The last mad dog happened to be knocked crooked by the forearm wearing a steel protective gear during the process of retracting his fist.
At this time, the bright silver blade was finally pulled out from the back of the head and mouth of the lycanthropic patient.
Like a whip, the blade drew a full and graceful arc in the air.
Swiping horizontally from the chest, the entire mad dog was cut in half by Alondette's blade.
Lan En subconsciously flicked the blade, and the minced meat and thick blood hanging on the knife were thrown to the ground with a "slap", and the Lake Girl's Sword became spotless again.
Only the golden runes on the blade lit up.
The witcher's big hand suddenly moved its palm back and blocked the air beside him.
A brown glass bottle the size of a beer bottle was taken into his hands. The mouth of the bottle was sealed with a piece of burning cloth.
This is a homemade Molotov cocktail.
People who are not yet highly lycanthropic can still use the tools they used when they were humans, and their hand bone structure has not been so distorted that they have lost their human shape.
So to a certain extent, it is difficult to say which one is more destructive than those with advanced lycanthropy.
Lan En didn't even look at it and directly caught the Molotov cocktail, which did not frighten the lycanthropic patients who had just arrived.
There were four or five of them, most of them wearing shabby top hats or straw hats. It looked like they were living a hard life in Yharnam. In this sudden night of hunting, they became sick very quickly.
Most of them are holding pitchforks, bone-chopping knives and other living tools, and one of them is holding a long musket in his hand.
That was the only thing Lan En paid some attention to.
The witcher watched calmly as they rushed towards them with a low roar, and then the moment the musket man hooked his finger, he threw out the Molotov cocktail in his hand again.
The glass bottle was shattered by the bullet just at the muzzle of the musket.
The Molotov cocktail that explodes in mid-air has a wider killing area than a direct throw.
The gasoline in the bottle enveloped all the lycanthropic patients. In Yharnam, people believe that ‘fire should be used when hunting wild animals’.
This understanding is almost paranoid, so much so that every household will hoard dangerous flammable materials.
But this is indeed a rule of thumb.
The lycanthropic patients who were on fire panicked and released their weapons, then screamed and rolled, and finally turned into a charred corpse paralyzed on the ground.
"Hey~ It seems that the flames are indeed a special attack. It feels bigger than the reaction of ordinary people being burned by fire."
Lan En whistled, the trajectory of the Molotov cocktail and the musket man just now The shooting time and other factors were all taken into consideration by him.
Then a Molotov cocktail that combined all the information perfectly enveloped them all.
This gave Lan En a refreshing feeling of achieving his goal perfectly according to the plan.
But the matter was not over yet. Behind the burned-to-death lycanthropic patients, a figure stepped onto the ground where the flames of the Molotov cocktail gradually subsided.
The top hat, the light gray stand-collar windbreaker, the tight-fitting suit vest inside, and the scattered belts and metal gadgets worn on the body for the convenience of hunting. There is no doubt that this belongs to Yanan. hunter.
He lowered his head, and the brim of his top hat blocked his face.
In terms of dressing sense, his hunting attire has a 'fashion sense' that belongs to the Victorian era.
Lan En tentatively named him ‘Fashionable Hunter’ in his heart.
"Are you a hunter who comes out to hunt?"
The demon hunter took the lead in showing a friendly gesture. Although the blood on the opponent's coat is very thick, it is not surprising that the Yharnam hunters always work in this manner.
Lan En gradually approached and then stopped at a safe distance.
The judgment of safe distance is mainly based on the length of the opponent's weapon. The stylish hunter's weapon is a steel cane that looks very strong, with the same specifications as a long sword.
The front end is bladed for stabbing. Although the back section is also bladed, it is not very sharp. It seems to be mainly used for whipping.
The safe distance Lan En left was more than enough.
And he has shown that he is a normal person. On the night of hunting, this is almost proof that he is of the same kind.
But after Lan En spoke, the fashionable hunter never meant to respond.
Instead, he replaced the steel cane in his hand with an underhand grip.
Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw this, and the handle of the knife, which had been casually carried, was re-held in his hand.
Sure enough, when the stylish hunter raised his head, thick black hair had begun to grow on most of his face!
Those eyes have also collapsed into scattered pieces!
“Whoa!”
At the same moment when the stylish hunter raised his head, the cane he held behind his back suddenly emitted a spark of mechanical movement, and then a soft and swift steel reflection, It caught Lan En's eyes.
The witcher's originally standing posture turned sideways very smoothly in an instant.
The reflection of steel rubbed his armor and hit the air!
“Tch, I knew it.”
Lan En curled his lips.
“How could you Yharnam hunters use an ordinary walking stick?”
The witcher’s cat eyes looked at the reflection of the steel that was retracted from the stylish hunter’s hand.
The originally integrated steel cane has now split into sections, and the fractures in each section are sharp bevel cuts.
Through a kind of thread that is not just a steel wire but some kind of material, the sharp steel bars are locked together, turning them into a soft sawtooth steel whip.
Just now, the townspeople who turned into beasts threw Molotov cocktails.
Now it is a hunter who has turned into a beast and lost control, and wants to use his hunting skills on humans.
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(End of this chapter)