Astartes of the Bear School

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-wheeled 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's buildings showed a deep black.

Yanan's sophisticated technical level allowed the street lights to turn on 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 frame of a carriage holding the rein in his hand unconsciously took off his top hat and held it in front of his chest.

"What, what's going on?"

The few hunters who pushed the door gave up dejectedly, and those church members who were still confident and standing outside the door responsible for maintaining order now seemed to be infected, and 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 among the crowd, and the ineffective response from the church personnel and hunters also aggravated the panic and anger in people's hearts.

On the crowded stone bridge, the situation is becoming increasingly chaotic.

Finally, a hysterical scream sounded: "Murderer! You are murdering! Murderer!"

A town citizen held a bone chopping knife that was commonly used at home and rushed towards the church personnel at the iron gate with a crazy and desperate expression.

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 members left outside the door any better than those of the common people?
"Bang" a 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 brief 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 townspeople, 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.

The hunters and church members were 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 taste is getting stronger and stronger.

Ah, blood.Sweet blood, vibrant blood.
It seems that there is an extra beautiful note singing spontaneously in people's minds.

The accumulation of more and more blood seemed to produce some kind of stacking effect.

"Shit! Follow me! Mark!"

Henrik's hunting skills are superb and smooth, and he is able to deal with lycanthropic patients with ease, and is even more intimidating when facing humans.

Compared to those less skilled hunters, although he was slashed on the arm and pierced by a pitchfork in the stomach, it was not a big deal.

He managed to pull his old friend Mark all the way to the periphery of the chaotic crowd, and he 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.

It's so similar. The situation in front of him, the situation between him and Mark. Everything is just like the old Yanan decades ago.

At that time, the two young men had to support each other to enter the church town through the sea of ​​fire in Old Yharnam through the crack in the door.They will definitely be able to do it this time too
"Come on, Henryk."

The old hunter, who was on high alert for combat, was suddenly startled.

Accompanying his old friend's words, he was holding a skinny arm with hair as sharp as weeds.
Henrik was an expert at hunting wild beasts, and most of his colleagues even thought that he would be too skilled to die in hunting as a hunter.

So even through a thick layer of leather gloves, he could clearly understand: this was not a human hand, or in other words, this was 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 lycanthropy begins, the hunt begins, Henrik."

Behind the old hunter, the familiar and reassuring voice of his old friend was gradually becoming distorted and out of tune.

Henrik didn't 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 misalignment of bones can be severe enough to cause muscle tears and skin crumbling.

His throat was undergoing a change in timbre due to the disease.And soon, he will lose even the ability to speak.

Originally, the whites of human eyeballs would turn sickly yellow.Round pupils, on the other hand, will look like a ball of collapsing and melting mercury.

An old friend of decades was dying.

Henrik suddenly felt an empty space in his heart. He didn't want to accept it and didn't dare to look back.

All he could do was keep his head down and rush forward, using the saw blade in his hand to 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! Need rest! I'll give you an injection when we rush out!"

Henrik kept tugging on Mark's arm, and he said so, but the arm he was holding was getting thicker and heavier.
The old friend did not refute in the last moment.

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 the beast, 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 people you care about, go protect them on this night of hunting, the person you consider your daughter, the man who married your daughter, and their children. Go. "

The arm behind him was too thick to hold.

Henrik had a stiff face, he couldn't imagine his expression 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.

Use your claws to tear apart the muscles of those around you, and use your teeth to bite out the throats of your relatives and friends.
This is no longer a hunting night. This is the same beast disaster as in old Yharnam decades ago!

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