Chapter 1333 1305. Nightmare of Collapse
“Because you can’t stand the nostalgic and extravagant behavior of Cainhurst’s tribe, and think you are superior to others, you left your hometown and came to Here."
German said to Maria, whose chest was heaving violently.
"This is indeed what you would do - shoot me."
As a hunter in Yharnam, it is rare for Maria to be so emotionally excited. .
But Geman's expression and tone were even stranger.
He looked at Maria less like he was looking at a person, and more like an old man who was nostalgic for the past, telling stories and expressing emotions to a photo from the past.
This kind of performance is not inexplicable.
It’s like a common routine in those cliche stories.
Because young people look like people of the previous generation, they are then seen by their elders’ friends. Although the old man is looking at young people when he expresses his emotions, his emotions and memories are actually for the young people's elders.
But it's different now.
What Germann said was exactly Maria’s past and character.
And Maria was standing in front of him, and she had just raised her hand and shot him in the midst of intense emotional fluctuations.
This so-called ‘nostalgia and aftertaste’ has a long and thick taste, like a genuine glass of old wine that has been collected for many years. But where does it start?
Lan En remained silent.
But Maria and Adeline's behavior was relatively normal. They seemed to be completely unable to understand Gehrman's emotions.
Although Maria's inner spirit is broken now, she hides herself with the characteristic indifference of the Yharnam hunter.
The Seiko musket was smoothly retracted behind her, followed by a 'crack' sound! 【Falling Leaves】Unsheathed!
[Acceleration Technique] was activated, and Maria's fluttering one-shoulder cloak suddenly made her disappear like a black smoke.
When he appeared again, he was already next to Geman's wheelchair.
But the cold, dark and slender blade just passed through the position of Geman's body under Maria's disbelief.
But it is no different from the previous mercury bullets.
The sword blade lay across Geman's body. The position should have been from the side ribs directly to the heart and lungs! Now it's like being stuck in the clouds and mist, helpless.
German himself did not even raise his eyes to look at it, as if he had no feeling at all.
Maria was so shocked that she immediately pulled away.
But looking at the huntress's cold eyes and her knife-wielding stance, it seemed like she wanted to use the Blood Noble's technique.
The technique of sticking blood on the blade.
"Cainhurst's bloody knife is indeed very powerful." But Geman said calmly before Maria was about to stab herself. "But after all, you are just the remnants of the past, the remaining illusions."
"Illusions? Are you talking about us?" Maria paused her hands and asked coldly. "You look like an illusion."
"Is this a new technology for curing those scumbags in the Church? Your true body is not here?"
But German ignored Maria and just smiled in an old voice at Lan En, who had been silent since just now.
“It’s ironic that people in nightmares think that those who enter nightmares are illusions, isn’t it?”
“You guys.” Maria frowned, “What are you talking about? !”
“Okay.” Germann ignored Maria’s question at all, and now he just talked to Lan En in an old and slow manner. "It's normal for people to want to recall the past when they get old. I also have plenty of time and opportunities, but what about you, the evil guest who broke into this garden?"
"Thanks to your acumen and actions, this garden The nightmare cursed by the violent death of the Son of God is about to collapse."
"People like me can come and go freely, but what about you? A foreigner without even a drop of Yharnam's blood in your body? How should you leave?"
German's voice sounded like he had seen it before. After experiencing many storms, Lan En vaguely heard a hint of persuasion.
Finally, after a long silence, Lan En stepped onto the beach with his boots stepping on a thin layer of waves.
"Actually, you killed the orphans of Kos, right?"
He did not answer Gehrman's previous question, but asked instead.
"The fatal wound on the corpse was not a sword wound."
"Yes, no." Germann admitted happily, as if this issue was not worth concealing or avoiding.
The old man’s mouth under the shadow of the brim of his hat was smiling.
“The person who strikes the last blow will bear the deepest and most direct sin and curse.”
“It was me who struck the last blow, killing Kos. Orphan. But unfortunately, even if I give up the last chance to Ludwig every time in the future, this curse will not let me go."
As he spoke, Geman waved his arm that was originally resting on the armrest of his wheelchair to the side.
Suddenly, a twisted black smoke rose up from Kos's body lying on the beach, but a human face could be roughly seen.
The black smoke was twisted and elongated, and the faces were blurred.
But the keen Lan En and Maria, who was already familiar with Geman, could immediately sense that the black smoke was Geman.
Or a part of Geman’s soul.
Because he was the one who directly killed the Son of God, part of his soul was firmly trapped next to the corpse and could not be redeemed.
But Geman was right next to a part of his soul that was cursed, distorted, and even wailing to the sky in the state of black smoke, but his face seemed calm and didn't care about anything. It makes people feel chilly.
"Ludwig's final blow in the nightmare can be somewhat shared with me, but that's it. Haven't you seen the knife edge?"
Only when he said this, Geman's face showed a slight flash of sadness.
"Haha, that orphan. He won't let me go no matter what."
"You don't look like you need Him to 'let go'."
Lan En He smiled coldly and said to Geman.
"Hmph, whatever you want to say, but the time is coming." As if he didn't care about Lan En's cynicism at all, Geman just turned around and looked behind him, and said relaxedly.
But in Geman's relaxed tone, whether it was Lan En, Maria, or Adeline, their faces all became serious.
Because, a surge of sleepiness suddenly appeared in their minds for no reason.
The nightmare is ending.
Lan En realized this immediately.
But Maria and Adeline, who still didn’t understand what was going on, pressed their heads desperately to prevent themselves from succumbing to the sudden sleepiness.
Because along with sleepiness, there was also a deep panic in their hearts.
The reason for this panic and sleepiness is unknown, but it is inexplicably strong.
It seems that as soon as you close your eyes and obey the sleepiness, your safety, life, and even the whole world will disappear!
If Maria and Adeline were still living their normal lives in the nightmare, they would not feel anything now.
Because how can the person in the nightmare detect the nightmare itself?
If they were sober hunters like Simon, then they would not feel anything.
Because a sober hunter knows that he will eventually wake up from his next dream.
But now, the two of them have been dragged all the way to the center of the dream by Lan En's actions.
I am in an intermediate state where I am about to wake up but I am not yet awake.
They feel that there will be a huge change next, but there is no way to escape, so they burst out with great fear.
In this sudden and intense sleepiness, Lan En shook his head, trying hard to hold up his eyelids, refusing to let them close.
At the same time, Mentos projected various dazzling and gorgeous graphics on his retina, stimulating his nerve activity.
After the light and shadow projected by the biochemical brain, Geman stretched out an arm on the armrest of the wheelchair towards Lan En.
"Last chance, stranger."
Under the shadow of the brim of the top hat, the old man's mouth showed a trace of an interesting smile.
Silently, Geman used the nail of his thumb to open the tip of his index finger, and blood dripped from the fingertip.
"As long as you accept a drop of Yharnam's blood, just this one drop, you will be a serious Yharnamite."
"It can take you away from this nightmare that is about to collapse."
"What do you think?"
German's tone was like a businessman occupying a seller's market.
But Lan En still smiled at him coldly and sarcastically even though his eyelids were fighting.
"Do you want me to kneel down in front of you and pinch your finger, Geman?"
"Actually, injection is the best, but if you want to eat it, there's no problem." The old hunter smiled indifferently in the face of the sarcasm. "If you don't want to use the blood of an old and ugly guy like me, their blood is fine."
"Those two snow-white and delicate necks are full of high-quality blood. "The blood of Yanan."
As he spoke, Geman tilted the top hat on his head towards Maria and Adeline, who were already sleepy and a little unsteady.
Lan En did not respond, and the scene fell into silence for a while.
Only the sound of the waves echoed around.
"Listen to what you are saying." The cold and sarcastic smile on Lan En's face gradually disappeared, and now he just looked at the old man in the wheelchair expressionlessly. "Do you really care about your students?"
Maria, who was about to collapse in sleepiness, raised her head with great effort and looked at her mentor.
But Lan En saw that the corner of the old man's mouth, sitting comfortably in the wheelchair, only twitched slightly for a moment under the shadow of the brim of his hat.
Soon, there was calm.
The old suit jacket rubbed against the wooden armrest of the wheelchair, and Germann retracted his outstretched hand.
"It seems that you don't want this last gift and opportunity. Foreigners are not bad."
It seems that Lan En's question has not been heard at all. Man said calmly.
"Then, just drown in this nightmare of collapse. Don't break into my garden again."
The figures of the wheelchair and the old man slowly faded in front of the three of them. , disappeared, like an afterimage in a dream.
(End of this chapter)