Chapter 1311 1283. Burning
The upper body of the lycanthropic patient was smashed into paste by Mark's angry hammer.
Only the claws on the hind legs were left, still twitching on the wet ground because of their tenacious vitality, making a 'pattering' sound of nails slapping against the ground.
Henric turned back and rushed over a second later.
He was walking at the front and needed to turn around when something happened, so he was slowed down by this second.
But whether it was Mark or Henrik, their faces were ugly.
Even if it is blocked by a mask, it still looks ugly beyond words.
"We failed again."
Young Henrik lowered his head and said as he looked at the broken corpses on the ground.
This is actually the second wave of residents the two of them have found.
The two of them were inexperienced. The first wave of people to be rescued from the sea of fire, because they were both opening the way in front, were instantly killed by the lycanthropic patients who jumped out from behind.
As for the second wave of people rescued just now, they have made progress and learned lessons.
One of them opened the way and the other backed up, but in the end, it was still
It can only be said that the progress of the two young hunters in this night was too great for this cruel night itself. Too small.
“We.” Henryk was surprised to find that Mark’s voice was filled with extreme bitterness, “Can we really save others?”
lycanthropy.
Why did this ancient disease, which had no reputation in Yanan and even seemed a bit inconspicuous under the shadow of gray blood disease, become like this tonight? !
Instant onset of symptoms without warning, rapid disease progression, and the red light in the patient’s eyes that he has never seen before
Why today?
Why now?
——What exactly are we encountering now? !
Mark held the flamer gun in his hand, his mind was in chaos, and the hunter's grip made the metal handle creak.
The building on the street collapsed. The cracked stone bricks and wood could not bear the weight of the building.
‘Boom’ collapsed an entire wall.
Henry grabbed Mark and hurriedly avoided it, so that he was not pinned down by the ruins of the building.
But when they both turned around, they saw that there were many corpses in the ruins of the building.
Maybe many families on a street had no place to run, so they all gathered together to take shelter.
But maybe the flames finally burned over, or maybe just like what happened to Henryk and the others, a lycanthropic patient suddenly appeared in the crowd.
In short, what was finally presented to Henryk and Mark was just a pile of tangled and piled human corpses.
“Ah! Ah!”
A dry and weak voice sounded.
A human figure with its skin and fat burned away stood upright among the pile of human limbs. It looked like a skinned, bloody frog.
Henryk and Mark both opened their mouths involuntarily, staring dumbly at the human figure in the ruins of fire.
They knew that this should be one of the people in this group who also had a blood collection bottle. He gave himself an injection before he died to show such terrifying survivability.
But this is also the first time that they have seen the other side of [Blood Therapy].
The other side that no longer has the sacred, religious connotations.
The human figure who injected himself with a blood-collecting bottle had already suffered a nervous breakdown from the pain in the flames. He couldn't even say a meaningful word, couldn't even shout out "Save me", but just raised his head and let out meaningless sobs.
The skin all over his body was burned, and the fat that had been heated to a liquid state flowed from his body. In the end, his limbs were stuck together with other people's corpses, making it impossible to separate them.
At this point, he still couldn't die even if he wanted to.
Because of【blood therapy】.
Mark looked at him blankly, and then raised the flamethrower in his hand blankly.
Finally, he gave a hard swing and threw his left hand weapon as if it felt hot.
The flamethrower hit the ground with a clanging sound all the way to a great distance.
"Calm down, Mark!" Henrik took off his three-cornered hat and wiped his eyes hard with his hands.
Even though only a slit of his eyes was exposed on his face, it was red from the smoke and covered with black ash.
"Let's go up! To Church Town! The fire here is getting bigger and bigger, we can't hold on!"
In other words, they can actually hold on, after all, they still have a few blood collection bottles on them.
But when Mark and Henrik saw the figure that was wailing in the flames but not dying, they tacitly 'forgot' this.
"Save as many as you can on the way, and move up!"
As he said this, Henrik pulled Mark, who had also turned around to look up, and they crossed the street. He climbed up a vertical ladder and evacuated towards Yanan.
Church Town.
The church town built by the Healing Church is separated from Yanan. It is a natural isolation zone along the height difference of the mountain.
The fire of Yharnam is difficult to reach.
No matter what, the current church town must be a good place to take refuge.
"Yes, Church Town." Mark murmured to himself as he climbed up, "We can notify everyone to evacuate to Church Town! Yes! We can!" The two of them are now as high as Yanan It is relatively high and can overlook most of the area of Yanan.
But Mark just glanced back and quickly turned his head.
The city is burning, with houses on fire everywhere, and the flickering firelight brings up pillars of black smoke.
The black smoke continued to float upward, and finally merged into the dark night sky.
The roars of crows and wild dogs were mixed with the voices of lycanthropic patients, making the human screams inconspicuous at all.
"Climb up, Mark! Move quickly!"
Henric shouted from above.
He also turned his head and looked back on the vertical ladder just now, and he didn't look back immediately in horror like Mark after just one glance.
So he saw more things.
——Three patients whose condition has progressed to the point where they are lying on all fours and turning completely into beasts are climbing up with their breathtaking red eyes staring at them!
I have never seen the patient Henrik who is already on all fours and fully transformed into a beast!
Not to mention the experience of fighting against an enemy who is on all fours with red eyes!
He thought that if he could fight against one of them, he might be able to do well.
But now there are three at once!
“Climb quickly! Climb up!”
Henrik shouted, climbing up the ladder on his hands and knees.
Mark also cheered up at this time and followed closely behind Henryk.
The boots of the two people stepped on the vertical ladder, hurriedly and nervously.
"We're almost there, just a little bit close! We can't fight them on the ladder!"
Henryk looked straight at the end of the vertical ladder, where there was a platform. .
At the moment, the three red-eyed patients who were completely transformed into beasts, their claws clawing into the wall and climbing up, and the sound of their breathing out from their distorted throats were getting closer and closer.
Henryk never dared to think of competing with them in climbing.
I can't get away from him, and I'm even about to catch up.
Now he just wants to find a suitable place to fight before he is caught up, unlike on this vertical ladder, where even resistance is disadvantageous.
But Henrik, who was staring straight at the end of the vertical ladder, only felt a red light flash in front of his eyes, followed by a cold numbness from his chest.
On the opposite side of this vertical ladder for people to climb, there is a narrow mezzanine, but Henrik never expected that there was a lycanthropic patient in this mezzanine!
Its claws passed through the gap in the middle of the vertical ladder and directly grabbed Henrik's chest!
The Yharnam hunters have a quick and crisp fighting style. For this fighting style, their armors are said to be for defense, but in fact they are just very strong and thick leather jackets and windbreakers.
Of course, this kind of equipment allows people to move easily, but when the terrain is restricted and movement is impossible, the so-called 'defense effect' is really not obvious.
Henryk's eyes were dull. The lycanthropic patient hiding in the mezzanine directly dug out two of his ribs with one claw!
And when the claws were digging out, the broken rib bones were also pulled out of the body.
In the blink of an eye, Henryk's chest and the front of his pants were wet with blood flowing down.
“Beast!”
Mark below was sprinkled with Henryk’s blood on his face, but he immediately reacted to the accident and cursed angrily while using force on his hands. I jumped up a lot on the vertical ladder!
He jumped straight up to the same height as Henryk.
Mark's legs were hooked on the side of the vertical ladder, one hand was holding Henrik who was losing strength due to heavy bleeding, and the other hand was holding a one-handed sword and stabbing towards the opposite side from the gap of the vertical ladder.
“Ouch!”
The mezzanine on the opposite side is very narrow, which makes it difficult for the lycanthropic patient to be discovered, but it also makes it impossible for him to escape.
The one-handed sword stabbed directly into the intersection of the patient's neck and collarbone, causing him to burst out screaming.
Mark simply let go and held his one-handed sword no longer entangled.
At the same time, he took off the head of the church stone hammer from his back and threw it down the vertical ladder.
One climbed up the wall and chased after him. The closest lycanthropic patient was immediately hit by a heavy stone hammer.
Taking out the blood collection bottle from his pocket, Mark plunged it into Henrik's thigh with a pop.
It doesn’t even take a breath.
Henryk, who had been blinded just now and couldn't grasp the vertical ladder, immediately became energetic.
"You have no weapons!"
Henryk took a breath, held the ladder again by himself, and said to Mark.
“Let’s live for now.”
The young church hunter pursed his lips seriously and said.
Taking advantage of the delay caused by Mark's series of actions to the lycanthropic patient, the two of them hurriedly climbed to the end of the vertical ladder.
This is another street. The huge height difference between the two streets is a characteristic of Yanan.
But the situation is still not optimistic.
The sound of claws clasping against the wall came soon after, and Henryk stood ready in the direction of the vertical ladder they had just climbed up.
Mark gritted his teeth and searched around, trying to find something on the burning streets that could at least be used as a weapon.
(End of this chapter)