Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1313 1285. Blockade

Although they did not go with Maria and Lan En, Mark and Henrik supported each other and continued to move towards the top of Yanan.

But it was different from the scene they expected, where everyone was running to the higher church town.

The drive to Mission Town was very quiet.

Flames were burning, buildings were crumbling, and the air was filled with the strong smell of smoke and blood.

"Wow~"

Mark and Henrik were almost in a daze, looking down at the water rippling due to their footsteps.

Having so much water in a city where fires are out of control should be something to be thankful for, but the problem is that these liquids are blood!

The passage to the church town has not been completely repaired. There is only a stone brick road, which is sandwiched between the rocks on both sides.

The huge amount of blood made this place almost mistaken for a puddle by Mark and Henrik.

"This is the end."

Under the mask, Henrik said hesitantly in a low voice, almost moaning.

What is going on here? !

There are many corpses, most of them are the corpses of Yanan townspeople.

They were still wearing everyday clothes, overalls, dresses, whatever.

But the corpses themselves were in pieces, and some of them still had burnt marks.

The damage to these corpses was so great that even Henrik and Mark couldn't tell from the scars what killed them, so much blood flowed out and accumulated here.

"Those...disastrous beasts!"

Mark trembled his lips and murmured softly.

Besides the monsters spawned by lycanthropy, what else could create such a **** and bizarre scene?

Henrik and Mark didn't dare to stay any longer and take a closer look.

This night has been too deep.

They hurriedly moved forward, and finally, while on high alert, some faint human voices appeared in front of them.

human voice.

On this night, even two young hunters would find comfort in hearing the voices of their kind in abundance.

And when they got closer and saw clearly who those people were, they felt even more relieved.

"Mr. Ludwig!"

Mark was the first to speak out. Although he didn't feel tired, he still let out a big breath involuntarily.

This is a sense of relaxation from a psychological level.

Just because of one person, the founder of the Church Hunters, the glorious Ludwig.

This legendary hunter was standing with a group of old hunters and his church hunters, each of them lowering his head and talking about something.

Mark met Maria before, and her expression was not abnormal.

Because although Maria is famous, a large part of the reason is because she is the apprentice of [The First Hunter] Gehrman.

But Ludwig is a legend in his own right.

Mark took the lead and walked quickly towards this group of elite hunters, and Henrik was led by him and trotted a few steps.

But after taking two steps at a trot, Henrik, who was originally following Mark, couldn't help but pause.

The pair of eyes sandwiched between the three-cornered hat and the mask glanced at the legendary, heroic and glorious Ludwig and the group of hunters he led with an expression of uncertainty.

Ludwig's expression was tired, but persistent, which gave him a feeling like a martyred ascetic in the story.

Henrik only felt that there was nothing wrong with everyone's evaluation of this heroic hunter.

But on the other hand

These hunters, what is going on with them? !

Henryk's heart suddenly tightened, and the reason was very clear - the malice coming from the eyes of many old hunters, and the **** smell so thick that it almost made it hard to breathe!

Henrik's steps were sluggish amid these anomalies.

But Mark seemed to be focused on Ludwig, so he continued to approach without noticing.

This is normal. After all, it is not easy to estimate how many church hunters entered this cruel profession because of their personal worship of Ludwig.

But the proportion of the answer must not be small.

"We found a very tragic scene not far ahead, Ludwig!"

Mark, who had always been calm to the point of being a little cold, now had very obvious emotions in his tone.

"Many people died there, and their blood has accumulated in pools. It must have been done by a very ferocious beast!"

There was a sense of joy in that tone? Do you have the backbone of confidence? The joy of finally ending it all?

Henrik didn't know what emotions Mark was feeling at this time, it was too complicated.

But there is no doubt that the founder of the Church Hunter has not been able to respond to Mark's current emotions and thoughts at this time.

Ludwig's tired but determined face flashed up and down.

"Yes, I know the situation over there." He said calmly, "But now, Mark. I need you to give your friend behind you a blood collection bottle."

If it had been a day ago, when Mark called his name to Ludwig, his calm face would have immediately revealed an expression of surprise and glory.

But now, he only felt shocked.

"No" Mark's expression was confused, as if he wasn't sure if he heard correctly just now, "Ludwig, I just said that there is one or more dangerous heads not far ahead." "Yes, I heard it. "Yes." Ludwig interrupted Mark, pursed his lips, and repeated his words, "But I ask you to give the hunter behind you a blood collection bottle immediately."

Mark looked at the leader of the church hunter he belonged to in disbelief.

When he clearly knew that a large number of people were being slaughtered by wild beasts nearby, the glorious Ludwig just calmly asked a hunter to inject a blood collection bottle in front of him? !

This is what it is.

"The blood collection bottles are precious! We don't have much left with us! And it's still very dangerous here!"

"Get an injection." Faced with Mark's argument, Ludwig just repeated calmly, "In front of us, you give him an injection."

"Then you can go through here and up into Mission Town."

Mark was stunned and even took a step back unconsciously.

But Henrik had already reacted.

His mask fluttered slightly, which was his lips murmuring.

"If I don't want to take a blood bottle."

The young hunter's eyes had lost the sense of relief brought out by his companions just now.

He glanced indifferently at the rumored Ludwig and the hunters behind him.

"Then what will happen to you?"

For a moment, Henryk's peripheral vision saw under the brim of the hats of the group of hunters, and an exaggerated, almost inhuman smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It seems that they are also looking forward to this problem.

With a 'click', the sound of the hunter's trumpet gun being loaded seemed extremely abrupt in the silent atmosphere.

Mark's body trembled at the sound, as if suddenly awakened from hysteria.

Only then did he notice that these hunters and Ludwig were covered in a lot of blood.

Their windbreakers, weapons, and hats were all covered in blood, just like the blood pool before!

"Those people who died before were not killed by wild beasts but by you."

Henrik spoke calmly and in a statement tone.

At this sentence, Ludwig closed his eyes suddenly and took a deep breath of pain.

After a moment of silence, Ludwig whispered.

"This is not an ordinary lycanthropy, young man. This is an animal disaster."

"You should have seen the difference tonight along the way. Even the most normal-looking person may suddenly turn into a beast in the next second."

"We took in many people in Church Town, used all the [blood therapy] reserves, and asked each of them to get an injection when they came in. Now, only the people in Church Town are absolutely safe and absolutely pure."

Ludwig's eyes were full of pain, but he still insisted on looking at Henryk with these painful eyes.

"Can you understand? For the sake of the residents who must be fine, we must not allow possible dangers and plagues to enter the church town!"

Ludwig's hand revealed a pocket watch.

After he opened it, he pointed the dial at Henryk.

"The church's [blood therapy] reserve has been exhausted. So I can only stay here and let you take an injection yourself to ensure your purity."

He glanced at Mark.

"The clergy of the church will not be infected with lycanthropy. He does not need to be examined. Moreover, he is familiar with blood and can recognize what are fake and inferior blood collection bottles and what are precious blood collection bottles produced by the church."

"Let him give you a shot, in front of us."

"Time is running out. After the church has consumed all of its [blood therapy] reserves, it has also given a final time limit to block the road."

As he spoke, Ludwig closed the cover of the pocket watch in his hand heavily.

"You should be the last group of people allowed to pass, if you really still have a regular blood collection bottle in hand."

Henrik and Mark both looked stiff at this time.

They did not ask what would happen if they did not have a regular blood collection bottle produced by the Healing Church.

The blood pool not far from here has made the intentions of these hunters very clear.

They have combat missions, so it is impossible for them to sell their blood collection bottles.

And if anyone who wants to enter the church town cannot complete self-certification, they will be suspected of being guilty!

In other words, kill them all!

Somehow, Henryk's eyes suddenly flashed across the burning city that had been left behind them, as well as the corpses they had seen on the road.

Those who were burned to death, those who were killed by wild animals, those who were killed by humans.

The meat saw knife he was holding in his hand suddenly tightened slightly.

But there was absolutely no room for him to move.

Although the extent of his subconscious movements, even Mark next to him didn't feel it at all.

But Ludwig raised the huge gun in his hand with a click.

"Don't be impulsive, young man."

Ludwig's gun was pointed at Henryk's head accurately, and even the angle of the gun's muzzle completely blocked all possible movement paths for him.

As someone who points a gun at others, Ludwig's face is heavy and painful.

He looked at Henrik almost pleadingly.

"I beg you, don't do this."