MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 354 353Clergy Beast

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 carriages 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 technology 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 carriage frame, holding the reins in his hand, unconsciously took off his top hat and held it in front of his chest.

 “What’s going on?”

The few hunters who pushed the door gave up dejectedly, but the church personnel who were still confident and were standing outside the door responsible for maintaining order seemed to be infected at this time, and the same panic atmosphere as the refugees was born among them.

 No one knows how to answer this question.

"Church. They abandoned us and locked us out!" 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 inability of the church officials and hunters to respond also aggravated people's panic and anger.

 The situation on the crowded stone bridge is becoming increasingly chaotic.

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

A town citizen was holding 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 didn’t care that these church members were locked out with them and were also victims.

 They are just venting their fears, which is human nature.

But are the mental conditions of these church members who are left outside the door any better than that of the common people?

 There was a "bang" gunshot!

The church personnel, who looked equally ferocious and panicked, let their muskets spray out mercury bullets, bringing with them 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.

 Hunters and church members are 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 smell is getting stronger.

 Ah, blood. Sweet blood, vibrant blood.

People seem to have a beautiful note singing spontaneously in their minds.

 The accumulation of more and more blood seems to produce some sort of stacking effect.

 “Shit! Follow me! Mark!”

Henrik’s hunting skills are superb and smooth. 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 stabbed through with a pitchfork in the stomach, it was not a big deal.

He successfully pulled his old friend Mark and broke all the way to the outskirts of the chaotic crowd, and 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 to observe the situation on the battlefield, ready to find weak points and break out at any time.

 He fished back behind him, trying to drag Mark, who was walking a little slower, toward 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 help 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

 “Come on, Henrik.”

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

Accompanying the words of my old friend, he was holding a skinny arm with hair as sharp as weeds.

Henric 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 hunting begins, Henrik.”

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

 Henrik did not look back, but he could imagine the scene at this time.

 Mark's skeletal structure and muscle structure are undergoing brief and severe distortions due to lycanthropy.

 Skeleton misalignment can be severe enough to cause muscle tearing and skin rupture.

His throat is experiencing changes in timbre due to disease. And soon, he will lose even the ability to speak.

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

 An old friend of decades is dying.

Henric suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart. He didn't want to accept it, and he didn't dare to look back.

He could only keep his head down and rush forward, and the meat saw knife in his hand cut open the body of a madman again.

 The blood on the ground became thicker from this.

"Don't talk nonsense! You are a clergyman! No clergyman has ever turned into a beast! Mark, never!"

"You just need blood! You need rest! When we rush out, I'll give you an injection!"

Henric kept tugging on Mark's arm, he said this, but the arm he was holding was getting thicker and heavier.

 The old friend did not refute at the last moment.

He just said something with difficulty in his voice that became rough and hoarse, as if he was talking in sleep.

“Human nature is the shackles that bind beasts, 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 does a clergyman become, Henrik?”

"Come on, old friend. Go to the one you care about and protect them on this hunting night, the one you consider your daughter, the man who married your daughter, and their children. Go. "

The arm pulling behind him was so thick that he couldn't hold it in his hand.

Henric had a expression on his face. He couldn't imagine what his expression was like now.

 He could only let go of his hand weakly.

 In the crowd behind them, 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 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 a beastly disaster like the one in Old Yharnam decades ago!

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