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 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 in despair, daze, anger, and panic
The gas street lights were swaying Under the uncertain light, 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, what's going on?"
The hunters who pushed the door gave up in despair, while the church personnel who were still confident and were standing outside the door responsible for maintaining order , at this time, like an infection, the same panic atmosphere as the refugees was born among them.
No one knows how to answer this question.
"The church abandoned us and locked us out." The businessman's voice couldn't stop trembling, and the volume became louder and louder as he trembled uncontrollably.
"They locked the door, right?"
The businessman's questioning caused a huge commotion in the crowd, which was also aggravated by the feeble response of the church personnel and hunters. The panic in people's hearts and the resulting anger.
On the crowded stone bridge, the situation is becoming increasingly chaotic.
Finally, a hysterical scream sounded out, "You murderers are murdering murderers."
A town citizen was holding a bone-chopping knife commonly used at home, looking crazy and crazy. Desperately, he rushed towards the church personnel at the iron gate.
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 personnel who were left outside the door much better than that of the civilians?
There was a "bang" 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 the smell of blood broke out
Thicker.
There were more townspeople, and they swarmed in frantically. The hunters were stronger, but they were squeezed by the crowd and didn't even have room to move around.
Hunters and church personnel are bleeding.
ThemHe received more frequent and higher-quality blood treatments than ordinary townspeople. This caused the people around them to show intoxicated expressions as their blood flowed out.
The blood is accumulating more and more, and the smell is getting stronger and stronger.
Ah, blood. Sweet blood, energetic blood
People seem to have a beautiful note singing spontaneously in their minds.
The accumulation of more and more blood seems to produce some kind of stacking effect.
"Shit follow me Mark"
Henryk'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 outside 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 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 to the situation before him. Everything about his and Mark’s situation is just like the old Yanan decades ago.
At that time, the two young men had to support each other to finally enter the church town through the sea of fire in Old Yharnam while wiping the crack in the door.
They will definitely be able to do it this time
"Let's go quickly, Henrik."
The old hunter, who was on high alert for combat, was suddenly startled. .
Accompanied by his old friend’s words, he was holding a skinny arm with hair as sharp as weeds
Henric was an expert at hunting wild beasts. Most people even thought that he would be unable to die in hunting as a hunter because of his superb skills.
So even through a thick layer of leather gloves, he could clearly understand that this was not a human hand, or in other words, this was not a normal human hand.
Highly animalistic.
This is the hand of a patient with lycanthropy that has developed to an extremely advanced stage
"The lycanthropy has begun, the hunting has begun, Henrik."
In Behind the old hunter, the familiar and reassuring voice of his old friend was gradually becoming distorted and out of tune.
Henryk did not 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 severity of bone dislocation can even cause muscle tears and skin rupture.
His throat is undergoing changes in timbre due to lesions. And soon, he will lose even the ability to speak.
Originally, the whites of human eyeballs will become diseasedYellowish. Round pupils, on the other hand, will look like a ball of collapsed and melted mercury.
An old friend of decades is dying.
Henryk suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart. He did not want to accept it and did not dare to look back.
He could only rush forward, and the meat saw in his hand 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 and rest. When we rush out, I I’ll give you an injection.”
Henryk 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 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 beasts, but the stronger the human nature, the stronger the reaction force will be when it is broken, which means it will become a more terrifying beast.”
p>"What kind of beast would a cleric become, Henrik"
"Come on, old friend. Go to the people you care about, go on this hunting night Protect them, the person you regard as your daughter, the man who married your daughter, and their children."
The arm pulling behind you is too thick to hold.
Henryk had a dull face. He couldn't imagine what his expression was like 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 distortion 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 the people 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 like the old Yharnam decades ago. The same animal disaster
Please remember to bookmark this chapter after it is over, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft