Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 385 384. Shootout
After learning what the dreamland he was pulled into was, Lan En decided to go to the hunter's workshop first.

First of all, it is very close to the chapel, so it is very convenient to go there.

Secondly, the old man who chatted with him in his dreams and even tempted him to inject the blood of Yharnam into his body.
Lan En always felt that he was a difficult and dangerous guy.

At the end of the last dream, he couldn't remember what happened when he came out.

If you can understand more now, it will be smoother when you take action in the future.

Lane found the elevator on the side of Orton's chapel.

This mechanism-operated ladder looks like a platform. As long as you step on the raised part in the middle of the platform, it will start automatically and lift the rider up.

Lan En ascended the ladder six or seven floors, then walked down and saw that it was exactly level with the bottom of another tall tower.

The roof and the foundation are on the same plane, which can be said to be very characteristic of a mountain city.

Along the way were a few unremarkable lycanthropes who took refuge in the tower as the night of the hunt began.

But this couldn't stop the spread of the plague. Without enough incense, they couldn't last long, and they all turned into long-haired humanoid beasts.

Several patients were armed with simple weapons such as sabers and pitchforks, and in the corners of the tower building, there were lycanthropic patients wearing top hats and holding rifles.

None of this is challenging.

Not to mention that they are unconscious now, even if they have clear intelligence, they are unlikely to cause too much trouble to Lan En.

The gap in basic quality can be made up by firepower, but a few single-shot rifles can't be used to suppress firepower.

Lan En used the Lake Lady's Sword and the small flying knife on his waist to easily deal with these beastly patients, and then prepared to enter in the darkness of the tower.

But at this moment, a sound of shaking metal wheels came from the darkness in the tower.

The demon hunter who had just entered the door suddenly felt his scalp tense, and then instinctively ducked out of the stone door frame without thinking!
The next moment - "Crash!"

Bullets like raindrops crackled on the wall of the tower, and fragments of mercury bullets and fragments of the collapsed wall were scattered in all directions!
The corpses of the lycanthropic patients on the ground that had been processed by Lan En suddenly seemed to have been brushed with an iron brush again, and another layer of their bodies that were already thin due to the plague was shaved off!
"Hand-cranked Gatling. Gee, it really fits the background of the times."

Standing outside the door frame, Lan En smacked his lips.

The prototype of the Gatling gun appeared in the mid-[-]th century, which is consistent with the Victorian-style architecture of Yharnam.

This was originally invented by a doctor in order to cause a large number of casualties on the battlefield in an instant, so as to make the enemy surrender in fear and reduce the overall casualties of the war.

But the doctor is not a sociologist after all. He doesn't know that for a normal country or force, after being suddenly stunned by a new technology, what they think about is definitely not 'no more resistance'.

It's 'what you have, I will have too'.

New technology can gain advantages in a single battle, but in a larger field, it has limited effect.

As a result, an invention that was supposed to reduce battlefield casualties instead opened up innovative competition in the field of firearms.

It's just that Lan En has never seen a weapon of this level in Yanan, so he didn't put it into the tactical plan at all.

But faced with the unexpected and ferocious firepower, the young man did not panic, nor did he instinctively have shortness of breath or random thoughts.

On the contrary, his eyes were rational and calm, as if he had seen more ferocious bullets and bullets and knew how to deal with this situation.

The Space Marines are the fortified soldiers of the interstellar age, and the superb swordsmanship of the Emperor's Children is simply a habit and tendency within the Legion.

As a group of Space Marines, they are also top-notch in gunfights.

Lan En pulled up the corpse of a lycanthropic patient from the ground beside him and threw it directly from one side of the door to the other.

Sure enough, the hand-cranked Gatling in the room followed the body crossing the door and swept over.The corpse was blown into a rag doll by a series of mercury bullets. The patient controlling the machine gun realized that he had been shaken in less than a second.

Then the scorching gun line was pulled to Lan En's side again, with an aura that seemed to penetrate the wall of the tower directly.

The gap between them was less than half a second, but for Lan En, this was already a large enough tactical gap.

An alchemy bomb that had been prepared long ago was sent into the gate by Lan En with his backhand during this gap.

The young man didn't even look back. He just counted silently and started to act without hesitation.

Almost at the same time as he moved, the alchemy bomb [Dancing Star] exploded with dazzling white light inside the door.

The role of shock bombs in street gunfights is unquestionable.

The moment before Lan En stuck the alchemy bomb and exploded, a trace of his clothes appeared from outside the door.

Sure enough, the gun line of the hand-cranked Gatling swept past.

When the gunman saw Lan En's clothes at the last moment before being dazzled, he would naturally think that the target had begun to sprint and change position.

But after the flash exploded, Lan En only revealed half of his body in the door frame, and his steps did not move at all.

A series of bullets from the hand-cranked Gatling wiped out the air around him.

The small flying knife prepared in his hand swung directly into the gunman's forehead.

The gunfire stopped.

The blessing of tactical thinking and tactical literacy allowed him to counterattack the opponent's fire suppression.

It was an old man in a wheelchair, and he had adapted a hand-cranked Gatling to his wheelchair.

Lan En walked to the wheelchair, took off the heavy machine gun and looked at it for a while, but finally did not put it into his alchemy leather bag.

A hunter's pistol, in Margarita's hands, can be said to be an 'unrealistically expensive toy' for warlocks.But if this thing appears on the battlefield, it is estimated that no generals and kings of any country can refuse it.

Lan En didn't want to escalate the intensity of the war in the magical world to that point.

"This old man must have bled a lot to save these mercury bullets."

Lan En looked at the ammunition box the old man placed on the wheelchair and clicked his tongue.

The quality of blood is not enough, the quantity of ammunition is needed.

During this long night, the old man's ammunition box was almost empty.

But the dawn that represented peace never came, until everyone here was infected with the beastly plague.

Lan En did not stay any longer and began to explore beneath the foundation of the tower.

Most of the wooden beams and boardwalks inside the tower have decayed, which is consistent with Eileen's statement that the hunter's workshop has long been hidden and sealed.

If Lan En were an ordinary Yharnam hunter, he would probably risk breaking his legs by jumping down one by one on these beams.

But fortunately, the techniques learned from ninjas are very useful in current application scenarios.

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