Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1311 1283. Burning

The upper body of the lycanthropic patient was smashed into paste by Mark's angry hammer.

Only the claws on the hind legs were still twitching on the wet ground due to their tenacious vitality, making a 'pat-pat-pat' sound as the nails slapped against the ground.

Henrik turned back and rushed over a second later.

He was walking at the front and needed to turn around when something happened, so he was slowed down by this second.

But whether it was Mark or Henrik, their faces were ugly.

Even if it was blocked by a mask, it was still unsightly.

"We failed again."

Young Henrik lowered his head and said as he looked at the broken corpses on the ground.

This is actually the second wave of residents the two of them have found.

The two of them were inexperienced. The first wave of people to be rescued from the sea of ​​​​fire, because they were both opening the way in front, were instantly killed by the lycanthropic patients who jumped out from behind.

As for the second wave of people rescued just now, they have made progress and learned lessons.

One of them opened the way and the other backed up, but in the end, it was still

It can only be said that the progress of the two young hunters during this night was too small for this cruel night itself.

"We." Henrik was surprised to find that Mark's voice was extremely bitter, "Can we really save others?"

lycanthropy.

Why did this ancient disease, which had no reputation in Yanan and even seemed a bit inconspicuous under the shadow of gray blood disease, become like this tonight? !

Instant onset without warning, rapid disease progression, and the red light in the patient's eyes that he has never seen before

Why today?

Why now?

—What exactly are we encountering now? !

Mark held the **** gun in his hand, his mind was in chaos, and the hunter's grip made the metal handle creak.

The buildings on the street collapsed, and the cracked stone bricks and wood could not bear the weight of the buildings.

With a 'boom', an entire wall collapsed.

Henry grabbed Mark and hid quickly, so that he was not suppressed by the ruins of the building.

But when they both turned around, they saw that there were many corpses in the ruins of the building.

Maybe many families on a street had no place to run, so they all gathered together to take shelter.

But maybe the flames finally burned over, or maybe just like what happened to Henryk and the others, a lycanthropic patient suddenly appeared in the crowd.

In short, what was finally presented to Henryk and Mark was just a pile of tangled and piled human corpses.

"Ah! Ah!"

A dry and weak voice sounded.

A humanoid figure with its skin and fat burned away stood upright among the pile of human limbs. It looked like a skinned, **** frog.

Henrik and Mark both opened their mouths involuntarily, staring blankly at the human figure in the ruins of fire.

They knew that this should be one of the people in this group who still had a blood collection bottle. He had given himself an injection before he died to show such terrifying survivability.

But this is also the first time that they have seen the other side of [blood therapy].

The other side that no longer has the sacred, religious connotations.

The humanoid who had injected himself with a blood-collecting bottle had already suffered a nervous breakdown from the pain in the flames. He couldn't even say a meaningful word, couldn't even shout out "Save me", but just raised his head and let out meaningless sobs.

The skin all over his body was burned, and the fat that had been heated to a liquid state flowed from his body. In the end, his limbs were stuck together with other people's corpses, making it impossible to separate them.

At this point, he still couldn't die even if he wanted to.

Because of [blood therapy].

Mark looked at him blankly, and then raised the flamethrower in his hand blankly.

Finally, he shook hard and threw his left hand weapon as if it felt hot.

The flamethrower hit the ground with a clang and a clang all the way.

"Calm down, Mark!" Henrik took off his three-cornered hat and wiped his eyes hard with his hands.

Even though only a slit of his eyes was exposed on his face, it was red from the smoke and covered with black ash.

"Let's go up! To Church Town! The fire here is getting bigger and bigger, we can't hold on!"

In other words, they can actually hold on, after all, they still have a few blood collection bottles on them.

But when Mark and Henrik saw the figure that was wailing in the flames but unable to die, they tacitly 'forgot' this.

"Save as many as you can on the way, and move up!"

As he spoke, Henrik pulled Mark, who also came back to look up, and they crossed the street and climbed up a vertical ladder, evacuating towards Yanan.

Church Town.

The church town built by the Healing Church is separated from Yanan. It is a natural isolation zone along the height difference of the mountain.

It is difficult for the fire of Yharnam to reach it.

No matter what, the current church town must be a good place to take refuge.

"Yes, Church Town." Mark murmured to himself as he climbed up, "We can notify everyone to evacuate to Church Town! Yes! We can!" The two of them are now at the higher altitude in Yanan. It overlooks most of Yharnam.

But Mark just glanced back and quickly turned his head.

The city is burning, with burning houses everywhere, and the flickering firelight brings up pillars of black smoke.

The black smoke kept rising upwards, finally blending into the dark night sky.

The roars of crows and wild dogs were mixed with the voices of lycanthropic patients, and the screams of humans were inconspicuous at all.

"Climb up, Mark! Move fast!"

Henrik shouted from above.

He had also turned his head and looked back on the ladder just now, and he didn't look back immediately in horror like Mark did after just one glance.

Then he saw more things.

-Three patients whose condition has progressed to the point where they are lying on all fours and turning completely into beasts are climbing up with their breathtaking red eyes staring at them!

I have never seen the patient Henrik who is already on all fours and fully transformed into a beast!

Not to mention the experience of fighting against an enemy who is on all fours with red eyes!

He thought that if he could fight against one of them, he might be able to do well.

But now there are three at once!

"Climb quickly! Climb up!"

Henrik shouted, climbing up the ladder on his hands and knees.

Mark also cheered up at this time and followed closely behind Henryk.

The two people's boots clicked on the vertical ladder, hurriedly and nervously.

"We're almost up there, just barely! We can't fight them on the ladder!"

Henrik looked straight at the end of the vertical ladder, where there was a platform.

At the moment, the three red-eyed patients who were completely transformed into beasts, their claws clawing into the wall and climbing up, and the sound of their breathing out from their distorted throats were getting closer and closer.

Henrik never dared to think of competing with them in climbing.

He couldn't get away from him, and he was about to be caught up with him.

All he wanted now was to find a suitable place to fight before he was overtaken, unlike on this vertical ladder, where even resisting would be disadvantageous.

But Henrik, who was staring straight at the end of the vertical ladder, felt a red light flash before his eyes, followed by a cold numbness from his chest.

On the opposite side of this vertical ladder for people to climb, there is a narrow mezzanine, but Henrik never expected that there was a lycanthropic patient in this mezzanine!

Its claws passed through the gap in the middle of the vertical ladder and directly grabbed Henrik's chest!

The Yharnam hunters have a quick and crisp fighting style. For this fighting style, their armors are said to be for defense, but in fact they are just very strong and thick leather jackets and windbreakers.

Of course, this kind of equipment allows people to move easily, but when the terrain is restricted and movement is impossible, the so-called 'defense effect' is really not obvious.

Henrik's eyes were dull. The lycanthrope hidden in the mezzanine directly dug out two of his ribs with one claw!

And when the claws were digging out, the broken rib bones were also pulled out of the body.

In the blink of an eye, Henryk's chest and the front of his pants were wet with blood flowing down.

"brute!"

Mark below was sprinkled with Henryk's blood on his face, but he immediately reacted to the unexpected incident. While cursing angrily, he jumped up a large distance on the vertical ladder with his hands!

He jumped straight up to the same height as Henrik.

Mark's legs were hooked on the side of the vertical ladder, one hand was holding Henrik who was losing strength due to heavy bleeding, and the other hand was holding a one-handed sword and stabbing towards the opposite side from the gap of the vertical ladder.

"Ouch!"

The mezzanine on the opposite side is very narrow, which makes it difficult for the lycanthropic patient to be discovered, but it also makes it impossible to escape.

The one-handed sword stabbed directly into the intersection of the patient's neck and collarbone, causing him to burst out screaming.

Mark simply let go and held his one-handed sword no longer entangled.

At the same time, he took off the head of the church stone hammer from his back and threw it down the vertical ladder.

One climbed on the wall and chased him upwards. The closest lycanthropic patient was immediately hit by a heavy stone hammer.

Taking out the blood collection bottle from his pocket, Mark plunged it into Henrik's thigh with a pop.

Not even a single breath is taken.

Henrik, who had been blinded just now and couldn't grasp the vertical ladder, immediately became energetic.

"You have no weapons!"

Henrik took a breath, grasped the vertical ladder by himself again, and said to Mark.

"Let's live for now."

The young church hunter pursed his lips seriously and said.

Taking advantage of the lag caused by Mark's series of actions on the lycanthropic patient, the two people hurriedly and slowly climbed to the end of the vertical ladder.

This is another street. The huge height difference between the two streets is a characteristic of Yanan.

But the situation is still not optimistic.

The sound of claws clasping against the wall came soon after, and Henryk stood ready in the direction of the vertical ladder they had just climbed up.

Mark gritted his teeth and searched around, trying to find something on the burning streets that could at least be used as a weapon.