Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 340 339. Transformation Slash

"If you want to follow me, then don't do anything. It can be seen that you are also a good hunter outside of Yanan. But the situation in Yanan is different, and most of the things you face are very different from outside. You should You know how stupid it is to rush in blindly when facing an unfamiliar monster, right?"

Henrik kept walking on the stone road. He was a man who had lived in Yanan for a long time. It could be said that he watched this city be built.

Compared to a foreigner like Lan En who could get lost after just two steps, the rugged and winding road was as clear to him as the distance from the living room to the bedroom at home.

The young man following him spoke calmly and calmly.

"I'm not a fool, Henrik. I'm a professional hunter who can support himself through hunting."

Henrik was slightly silent as he listened to the words behind him.

Breaking into Yharnam on a hunting night is calm and collected.

Foreigner.

This is always the case for these hunters who come to Yanan from other places.

They had already developed their hunting skills outside and came to Yanan to seek blood therapy.

The young local hunters in Yanan, even those who have participated in several hunting nights, are probably not as calm as the guy behind him.

It's not because of fear, but only the local hunters feel it most clearly. The lycanthropic patient they hunted might have been an ordinary citizen of Yanan half an hour ago.

Maybe in the morning they had passed each other with a smile and a greeting.

That’s why it’s best for hunters to be outsiders, because they never hesitate to strike.

That's why Yanan people hate outsiders, because they know what work they come here to do.

Later, Henrik became taciturn as he entered working mode.

Unlike many demon hunters Lan En met in the magical world, his habit of mumbling to himself was different. He just works silently and efficiently.

I don’t know if this is the professional habit of ‘comrades’ from another world, or Henryk’s personal habit.

"Bang!"

The gunpowder burst into flames in the barrel, pushing the ammunition in the barrel to fly out, briefly brightening the dimly lit streets of Yanan.

A lycanthropic patient holding a pitchfork and having messy hair growing all over his body under the linen shirt he was barely wearing.

Before he ran over and stabbed the pitchfork, he was hit in the left shoulder by Henrik's musket.

It can be seen that the power of the musket is not ideal on the mutated bodies of these lycanthropic patients. The bullets did not roll in the thin but hard bodies, and could not tear the flesh into pieces.

But Henrik didn't seem to want to finish the hunt with a musket at all.

He just wanted to use the impact of the ammunition to stagger the lycanthropic patient.

At the moment when the opponent was out of balance, Henryk used an extremely smooth sliding step and rushed in front of the monster.

That was the first time Lan En saw the actual combat effect of transforming weapons.

Henrik raised the folded meat saw knife diagonally upwards, and the serrated blade first cut into the lycanthropic patient's ribs, and then there was a mechanical "click" sound.

The switchblade-like structure began to work, and the mechanical force bounced the blade outward. The direction of the mechanical force was exactly the same as the direction of Henryk's swing, thus completing the superposition of forces.

The lycanthropic patient who was over two meters tall was a full head taller than Henrik.

But in this deformation slash, the large gap created by the serrated blade extended from under the ribs to the chest.

The large pieces of flesh and blood torn off by the saw teeth can even allow a person to see directly from the front to the back of the lycanthropic patient's wound.

Originally, Henryk should have been able to cut the prey in half diagonally, but the weight of the lycanthropic patient was not large enough, so the meat saw cut it off halfway.

The hairy corpse was bounced against the wall on the street with a muffled sound.

The characteristics of the saw blade caused the amount of bleeding to be unimaginably large, as if a bucket of paint had been opened and splashed around.

Transforming weapons are indeed outstanding in terms of instantaneous explosive power.

Henryk's fighting method using the impact of firearms was exactly the same as Wei Mingren's posture collapse in Lan En's eyes.

They all accomplish an execution that ends the battle by causing temporary abnormalities to the enemy.

And based on Henryk's size and age alone, even with the mechanical power of the transforming weapon, his basic strength is a bit too abnormal.

Or is it because of ‘blood’?

Is Yanan's blood not only a panacea, but also a superhuman medicine?

The young witcher held the scabbard with his hand outside the battlefield, but never interfered in Henryk's hunting.

This sense of proportion gave Henrik a good impression of him.

Therefore, after shaking off the stinky blood that had been sprinkled on his coat, Henrik gave some advice to this young foreigner who had just come to Yanan.

"Even if you stick to tradition, you still have to learn to accept the progress of the times."

The old hunter raised the musket in his left hand towards Lan En.

It looked like a flintlock gun, with a wooden handle and body, and a metal barrel and firing device.

Just like the Victorian style of this city, the metal barrel is also engraved with flashy patterns.

"When foreigners come to seek blood therapy, they must first go to the Healing Church, which is the origin of blood therapy. The church has always had a great demand for hunters. As long as you agree to become a hunter working for the church, the blood therapy schedule can be advanced much earlier. , they will also provide you with logistical support.”

"At least I will give you a hunter pistol and a transforming weapon for free. There will also be an advance salary and a cheap but comfortable rental house."

Lan En's hand left the scabbard and walked closer to Henryk, his expression not wavering because of the bright future being discussed.

"All I can think about right now is to spend the current hunting night safely. Maybe I'm ignorant, but Yanan is really a bit too exciting."

"The mutated townspeople, the hunters hunting on the streets, and the normal people who are accustomed to all this, you even made me think I was at the end of the world."

"The end of the world? Hey." Under the yellow mask, Henrik chuckled, whether it was irony or exclamation, "This is a good metaphor."

Immediately, he changed the subject.

"But tonight? Can't talk about it."

"This is just an ordinary hunting night, far from the end of the world."

When he spoke, even though only the slit of his eyes was exposed on his face, Lan En felt that he seemed to be trapped in some terrible memories.

It was only a moment in time, but the feeling that penetrated deeply into the bones was very clear.

It was so clear that Lan En even thought he had really experienced a doomsday-level hunting night.

"There should be eight or nine hours before the night is over."

Lan En changed the topic and looked up at the sky.

Through the gaps between the layers of buildings in Yanan, I saw the ray of the huge moonlight above.

"Do you have any plans for the rest of the time? Or are you just going to wander around and hunt?"

Henrik roughly cleaned up the layer of blood on his coat and stood up.

The texture of the abnormal blood is similar to that of viscous oil.

"I have a regular partner. It will be easier to find someone trustworthy to partner with on hunting night."

"Looking forward to meeting your partner."

Henrik shook his head in disbelief.

"Unlike me, he is a kind-hearted guy. If he can help others, he should be very happy."

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