Chapter 1309 1281. Hunting Night in Old Yharnam
Henryk and Mark were as usual, they found a place as a meeting point, and then gathered before nightfall.
Two young men, neither of whom had much qualifications, became an official hunter and the other joined the church hunter.
Although there are not many lycanthropic patients now, and the team formation of hunters will cause a waste of defense power and a reduction of the defense area, no one will say anything.
After meeting, the two of them just raised their hands, which was considered a greeting.
Although he didn't say a word, this was even considered a warm greeting among the hunters of Yanan.
The moon gradually rose, but the broad moonlight was divided by the tall and sharp Gothic building spiers of Yharnam.
“Same as before.”
Henrik said as he moved his wrist holding the meat saw knife.
Old hunters are not used to this new and improved weapon, but Henryk feels that this thing is much easier to use than the old-school weapons.
Mark nodded silently while adding fuel to the flamethrower in his hand.
Lycanthropes are generally afraid of fire, so hunters are taught to make good use of flames.
The weapon Mark used for close combat was completely inconsistent with his always calm and indifferent appearance - it was a huge stone hammer!
【Church Stone Hammer】.
The stone hammer is carried on Mark's back. The hammer is a huge stone of nearly half a cubic meter. The surface of the hammer is carved with many mottos and scriptures for healing the church in complex cursive characters.
Such a large stone must weigh between a ton and a half.
A hammer of this size is only slightly smaller than the hammers of the hunters of the New World Survey Group.
But as a church hunter who has received [Blood Therapy] enhancement, Mark can use this heavyweight weapon.
And the handle of the hammer is actually a scabbard, inside which is a simple and practical one-handed sword.
In this quiet night, basically just pulling out a one-handed sword should be enough.
Yes, 'calm night'.
Henryk and Mark spent most of their time patrolling at night.
In today's Yanan, the fear brought by the emerging plague gray blood disease seems to have outweighed the ancient lycanthropy.
It is much more difficult for them to find lycanthropic patients than to hunt them.
Henryk and Mark even agreed with each other that for better training, they would work separately in a few days.
Otherwise, there really is no one to practice with.
But fortunately, they both had good luck today.
In a dark alley with damp ground, two hunters walked in through a layer of misty cold fog clinging to the ground.
The scene was almost the same as when young Henryk and Lan met for the first time, but this time, the torch dispelled the darkness, illuminating two strange, thin and tall figures deep in the alley.
A typical lycanthropic patient.
Tough and rough black hair grew so luxuriantly that it even pierced his clothes, and his figure was twisted and elongated by the lycanthropy disease to more than two meters.
Their faces were still covered with dirty bandages.
It seems that it was used to cover the black hair on the face when the lycanthropy had not progressed to this stage.
At that time, they should still have some sense.
But now, in the customs of Yharnam since ancient times, they are no longer considered human beings.
Henrik asked: "One for each person?"
Mark replied: "That's fair."
On this calm night, the two inexperienced hunters even had to divide the prey to get it. exercise.
Mark always does things neatly and neatly.
He first used the flamethrower in his hand to blow the flames from his face, shaking the lycanthropic patient opposite him, and then slashed him head and face with the one-handed sword in his right hand.
The condition of this lycanthropic patient is still relatively elementary, and the disease has not given it strong vitality.
So Mark cut off half of its palm that was raised to resist with one sword, then cut off a section of its forearm with the second sword, and cut off its neck with the third sword.
This is an unskilled type among hunters.
A normal Yharnam hunter will basically enter the execution process after successfully dazzling the flames for the first time.
It took Mark three swords to end the activities of the lycanthropic patient.
But while Mark was still thinking about the shortcomings of his technique, Henrik was not done yet.
The hunter's musket fired again and again, but the lycanthropic patient across from him didn't appear to be injured much.
Finally, the gunfire in the alley stopped.
Under the impact of the right shot, the lycanthropic patient showed that his whole body was stiff and uncontrollable, and his legs were so weak that he was half-kneeling.
Henryk, on the other hand, obviously did not expect the result of this shot. He was completely covered up just now.
Then he quickly rushed from the shooting distance of the musket to get closer, trying to stab the chest and abdomen of the lycanthropic patient with the iron-shelled gloves on his fingertips.
But it was already too late. The delicate opportunity to cause limb imbalance and posture breakdown caused by the impact of the firearm was fleeting. By the time Henrik rushed closer, the patients had already stood up again.
As a last resort, in the face of the lycanthropic patient's counterattack, Henryk's saw blade flashed past and chopped off one of the opponent's hands.
The lycanthropic patient was rolling unbalanced and howling on the ground.
"You didn't add blood to the bullet?"
Mark walked up to Henrik and asked with a frown.
Ordinary bullets have little effect on the terrifying beasts of Yharnam, and the special mercury bullets mixed with blood are very effective.
If the blood quality is particularly high, the damage will be more obvious.
Just now, Henryk looked like he was not hurt no matter how hard he hit him with the hunter's musket, and he also looked like he couldn't kill the lycanthropic patient on the opposite side no matter how much he hit him.
It was obviously not a specially made mercury bullet.
"Hunting with ordinary bullets is expressly prohibited."
Mark said according to the script.
“I have mercury bullets with me.” But Henrik patted his pocket and choked confidently, “But after finally meeting someone who can practice, I shouldn’t let him go.”
“There are fewer and fewer lycanthropic patients.”
At the end, Henryk felt a little emotional.
"Of course there will be fewer and fewer of them." Mark said it was natural, "The Healing Church has developed [blood therapy], we can save everyone."
"As long as the gray Once the blood disease has passed, the lycanthropy that has always plagued Yanan will be overcome by us sooner or later."
As he spoke, Mark patted the church stone hammer behind him.
“This is also the reason why I will join the church hunters. Ordinary hunters who are responsible for cleaning up lycanthropy will sooner or later have no work to do.”
Henrik was already used to being surprised by his friend's overt and covert attempts to persuade him to join the Church Hunters.
He shook his head and said: "Let's wait until that day comes. I still like to be more free. The church's rules are too big."
As he said that, the young hunter was triangulated. The eyes between the cap and mask narrowed.
Took out a mercury bullet from his pocket and put it into the empty hunter's musket.
Then stepping on the cold mist on the ground and the smelly blood of the beast, he stepped forward and put the muzzle of the gun on the head of the wailing lycanthropic patient.
Because this lycanthropic patient was missing an arm, it was difficult for him to stand still, and he had completely lost his value as a 'training object'.
So Henryk shot the mercury bullet directly, intending to blow its head.
Beside Henrik, Mark had turned around in boredom, preparing to walk out of this dark alley and continue their night patrol.
But, just when this peaceful night is about to continue.
“Step-”
"Click."
The sound of Mark's boots stepping on the wet ground, and the sound of Henrik behind him suddenly clenching the handle of the hunter's musket as if he was suddenly frightened, sounded at the same time.
The hunter's footsteps are light and quick, and he will not step hard on the ground unless he loses control.
Hunters have perfected their gun-holding techniques. They seek to be stimulated at any time. They will not hold on to the gun like a novice, which will result in inaccurate and slow shooting.
The fact that Henryk and Mark made noises at the same time that they shouldn't have made at the same time can only mean that at this moment, both of them were out of control!
Not even just the two of them, not just this alley!
A sudden and sudden silence covered the entire Yanan in an instant.
Everyone realized that something had happened, but most people did not know what happened.
It was just a heavy, panicky emotion that suddenly pressed on people's hearts.
And after this moment
"Roar!!!"
Yharnan City, which was originally silent in the night, suddenly erupted into a deafening roar of beasts!
Henryk and Mark, two young hunters, were discussing the increasingly rare lycanthropy disease in Yharnam a minute ago, and what they, the hunters, can do in the future.
But a minute later, the roar of the lycanthropic patient seemed to be heard from all over Yanan in the blink of an eye!
Everywhere! It’s everywhere!
And the nearest one is undoubtedly right in front of them!
Henryk's eyes, sandwiched between the three-cornered hat and the mask, suddenly opened wide, full of horror.
Because right in front of him, he had put a hunter's musket on his head and lost one of his hands.
The long process of development and worsening of lycanthropy has been completed in the blink of an eye!
A second ago, it was a mildly lycanthropic patient with a dirty bandage on his face and an ill-fitting suit jacket and undershirt that could barely cover his clumps of black hair.
But the next second.
Amidst the movement of ‘Ci La La’, the black hair that swelled was tough and rough, directly tearing clothes and bandages to pieces!
The sounds of bones and flesh being violently distorted by lycanthropy, because the whole process happened in too short a time, these sounds sounded like a person's bones and flesh were being broken into pieces in an instant!
The hands and feet that originally looked like humans have turned into skinnier, more slender claws and legs and feet with recurved joints.
The flesh and blood in the abdomen completely disappeared, and the ribs covered with black hair moved strangely in the air.
"Bang!"
The muzzle flashed!
Although Henryk was shocked, he still seized the opportunity and fired immediately!
The hunter's musket that was originally placed on the opponent's head fired a mercury bullet mixed with the hunter's blood.
(End of this chapter)