Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 355 354. The Crazy People

"May the Holy Blood guide your path, Henrik."

The last blessing uttered has become blurry due to the beast-like throat bone.

After Henrik was alone, he quickly rushed out of the crowd and rushed down the stone bridge.

Behind him, a shrill and deafening scream set off air waves and spread to the surroundings.

Compared with this roar, even the roars of patients who have transformed into beasts and are lying on all fours are as weak as a breeze.

Henrik knew that was the sound of his old friend's final transformation from man to beast.

Beastiality breaks the shackles of human nature and appears in this world.

Henrik could not imagine that such a roar could come from a body that was once a human being.

What is hidden in the human body? ?

Most hunters have decisive personalities. After Henrik left the chaos, he immediately took out the blood collection bottle used for blood therapy from the inner pocket of his khaki coat and pricked one on his thigh.

The incision on the arm has healed, and the penetrating wound to the internal organs has also healed.

The old hunter never looked back and left in a direction away from the Church Town Bridge.

His old friend bought him a chance to leave, and he must cherish this opportunity.
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Lan stood by the window of Gascoigne's house and looked out, frowning.

"Is it due to my lack of knowledge that this will happen on the hunting night?"

Lan En didn't turn his head to ask Viola beside him.

At this time, the mistress of the house was sitting on a chair, with her two daughters in her arms comforting her.

After hearing Lan En's question, Viola quickly raised her head, glanced out from the gap in the opened curtain, and then quickly lowered her head again as if she was afraid of getting something on her.

"We don't dare to look outside during the hunting night. If we look at the beasts, even incense can't disperse them."

The function of incense is to make lycanthropic patients feel nauseous and thus resist approaching.

But if they confirm that there are really people in this place, then the incense has no lethality or blocking ability.

"But." Halfway through, Viola's face also looked a little hesitant. "I have never seen anything like this in the few nights I occasionally looked out."

Lan En nodded indifferently.

Outside the window, a resident with a large amount of black animal hair growing on his face was carrying a saber and a torch, wandering aimlessly.

And beside it, there were three dogs following it.

If you were far away and looked at it at first glance, you might actually think that this is a security guard patrolling with dogs at night.

But fortunately, Lan En is not far away now.

He saw with his own eyes the scene in which the three dogs dragged an ordinary person running away in panic with their mouths, and continued to bite him even after breaking the bones. Finally, they were dismembered by the saber man holding a torch.

The three dogs themselves were not normal either.

They are similar to lycanthropy patients whose condition has become extremely serious. The chest and abdomen have been completely decayed and vacant.

The ribs and lumbar vertebrae can be directly seen.

A large amount of hyperplasia of hair grows directly from the bones.

The pieces of meat they bitten fell from their stomachs, but they still happily bit and ate them.

It seems that eating is not important, what is important is just the process of biting and letting the blood spill out.

"Lynophilia affects ordinary beasts, and the lycanthropic individuals spontaneously start to cooperate. If it is viruses and bacteria, this is developing too fast and too intelligent."

Lane muttered to himself.

From a technological world view, this is like biological and chemical weapons.

But in the magical world, this is more like a large-scale curse.While Lan En was thinking, a miserable noise suddenly came from outside the window.

Gascoigne's house is not only adjacent to the canal, but also adjacent to a small fountain square in the other direction.

The screams came from the fountain square.

Viola shook her body at the shrill cry, and the two little girls in her arms shrank tighter.

The screams of the same kind have the dual meaning of warning and intimidation.

The saber man and three dogs wandering around seemed to be excited by the screams. They gasped with excitement and ran towards the fountain square.

Lane lowered the parted curtain.

"I'll go out and have a look."

The demon hunter turned around and explained: "It would be okay if they were allowed to disperse and wander, but if the screams brought them together, it would become a large scale. In short, it is always good to deal with it in advance."

Lan En didn't finish what he said and left half of it.But Viola could already imagine hordes of lycanthropes filling the streets.

Her elbows hugged the two girls tighter, but her hands clenched a ruby ​​brooch on her chest.

That's a beautiful ruby.

Gascoigne once advised his wife that when praying, it is best to hold some kind of symbolic object in her hands.

This was the advice of a foreign clergyman.For this reason, the man gave his wife a ruby ​​brooch that was as beautiful as blood, symbolizing the 'sacred blood' respected by the Healing Church.

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Lane."

Viola tried her best to thank Lan En in calm words.

Among the two little girls, Victoria, the younger sister, also raised her head from her mother's arms and whispered "Thank you, uncle" to Lan En.

Lan En smiled a little at the fact that he was called 'uncle', then waved his hand and opened the door to Gascoigne's house.

"After I'm done with it, I'll come over and knock on the door to talk. When you're sure it's me, you can open the door again."

Lan En emphasized one last sentence.

In this dangerous night, no one knows what accidents will happen.

When the heavy and solid wooden door opened, Lan En, who was standing on the street of Yanan again, smelled a very easy to distinguish smell.

——The stench of the blood of those lycanthropic patients.

On this freak night of the hunt, it seems like everything bad is getting worse.

The witcher's footsteps were silent. Even though he was wearing a suit of composite heavy armor, Lan En's trained footsteps could still ensure his concealment.

Recently, his height and muscle dimensions are still growing, and he has made an appointment at Tur Butcher's blacksmith shop to make a major modification to his armor.

It was just because of the time when the celestial spheres converged that it was not carried out before coming to Yanan.

Lan En smoothly pulled out the Sword of the Lake Lady from his waist, also silently.

In this small fountain square, the demon hunter saw the source of the shrill scream at a glance.

It was an ordinary Yanan man wearing a yellowed white shirt and black overalls.

His small round hat rolled down into a pool of blood, and a pitchfork penetrated his lower back and came out from his navel.

The pitchfork was held in the hands of a lycanthropic patient who was panting excitedly and kept pushing the pole forward.

The patient was still wearing the clothes he wore when he was a human, but his distorted and elongated frame made the clothes no longer fit him.

The three newly arrived dogs repeated their old tricks, biting the unlucky guy's limbs and started tearing them apart.

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