Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1333: 1305 crash nightmare

Chapter 1333 1305. The nightmare of collapse

"Because you can't stand the nostalgic and extravagant behavior of Cainhurst's people, who think they are superior to others, you left your hometown and came here."

Germann said to Maria, whose chest was rising and falling violently.

"That's exactly what you would do - shoot me."

As a hunter in Yanan, it was rare for Maria to show such excitement.

But Gehrman's expression and tone were even stranger.

He didn't look at Maria like he was looking at a person, but more like an old man who was nostalgic for the past, telling stories and expressing emotions to a photo from the past.

This performance is not unexplainable.

Just like those common cliches in cliché stories.

Because young people look like people of the previous generation, they are then seen by their elders’ friends. Although the old man is looking at young people when he expresses his emotions, his emotions and memories are actually for the young people's elders.

But it's different now.

What Germann said was exactly Maria's past and personality.

And Maria was standing in front of him, and she had just raised her hand and shot him in the midst of intense emotional fluctuations.

This so-called "nostalgia and aftertaste" tastes long and thick, like a genuine glass of old wine that has been collected for many years. But where do you start talking about it?

Lan En remained silent.

But Maria and Adeline's behavior was relatively normal. They seemed to be completely unable to understand Gehrman's emotions.

Although Maria's inner spirit is now broken, she hides herself with the characteristic indifference of the Yharnam hunter.

The Seiko musket was smoothly withdrawn behind her, followed by a 'crack' sound! ?Falling Leaves?Unsheathed!

[Acceleration Technique] was activated, and Maria's fluttering one-shoulder cloak immediately made her disappear like a black smoke.

When he reappeared, he was already next to Geman's wheelchair.

But the cold, dark and slender blade just passed through the position of Geman's body under Maria's disbelief.

But it's no different from the previous mercury bullets.

The sword blade lay across Geman's body. The position should have been from the side ribs directly to the heart and lungs! Now it's like being stuck in the clouds and mist, helpless.

Geman himself didn't even raise his eyes to look at it, as if he didn't feel anything at all.

Maria was so shocked that she immediately pulled away.

But looking at the huntress's cold eyes and her knife-wielding stance, it seemed like she wanted to use the Blood Noble's technique.

The kind of technique that sticks blood on the blade.

"Cainhurst's **** knife is indeed very powerful." But Geman said calmly before Maria was about to stab herself. "But after all, you are just the remnants of the past, the remaining illusions."

"Illusion? You mean us?" Maria paused her hand and asked coldly. "You look like an illusion."

"Is this a new technology for curing those scumbags in the Church? Your body is not here?"

But German ignored Maria and just smiled in an old voice at Lan En, who had been silent since just now.

"It's ironic that people in nightmares think that the people who enter nightmares are illusions, isn't it?"

"You." Maria frowned, "What are you talking about?!"

"Okay." Germann ignored Maria's question at all. Now he just talked to Lan En in an old and slow manner. "It's normal for people to want to recall the past when they get old. I also have plenty of time and opportunities, but what about you, the evil guest who broke into this garden?"

"Thanks to your acumen and actions, this nightmare cursed by the murderous Son of God is about to collapse."

"People like me can come and go freely, but what about you? A foreigner without even a drop of Yharnam's blood in your body? How should you leave?"

Geman's voice was unhurried and unhurried, and in this unhurriedness, Lan En vaguely heard a hint of persuasion.

Finally, after a long silence, Lan En stepped onto the beach with his boots stepping on a thin layer of waves.

"Actually, you killed the orphans of Kos, right?"

He didn't answer Gehrman's previous question, but asked instead.

"The fatal wound on the corpse was not a sword wound."

"Yes, no." Germann admitted happily, as if this issue was not worth concealing or avoiding.

The old man's mouth under the shadow of the brim of his hat was smiling.

"The person who delivers the final blow will bear the deepest and most direct sin and curse."

"It was the last blow I struck at that time, killing the orphan of Kos. But unfortunately, even if I am here from now on, I will give Ludwig every opportunity to make the last blow, and this curse has not been released. Pass me."

As he spoke, Geman waved his arm that was originally resting on the armrest of the wheelchair to the side.

Suddenly, a twisted black smoke rose from Kos's body lying on the beach, but a human face could be roughly seen.

The black smoke was twisted and elongated, and the faces were blurred.

But the keen Lan En and Maria, who were already familiar with Geman, could immediately sense that the black smoke was Geman.

Or a part of Geman's soul.

Because he was the one who directly killed the Son of God, part of his soul was firmly trapped next to the corpse and could not be redeemed.

And Geman was next to a part of his soul that was cursed, twisted, and even wailing in the black smoke, but his face seemed calm and didn't care about anything. It makes people feel chilly.

"Ludwig's last blow in the nightmare can be somewhat shared with me, but that's it. Haven't you seen the knife edge?"

Only when he said this, did Geman's face show a flash of sadness.

"Haha, that orphan. He won't let me go no matter what."

"You don't look like you need Him to 'let go'."

Lan En smiled coldly and said to Geman.

"Humph, whatever you say, but the time is coming." As if he didn't care about Lan En's cynicism at all, Gehrman just turned around and looked behind him, and said easily.

But in Geman's relaxed tone, whether it was Lan En, Maria, or Adeline, their faces all became serious.

Because, a surge of sleepiness suddenly appeared in their minds for no reason.

The nightmare is ending.

Lan En realized this immediately.

But Maria and Adeline, who still didn't understand what was going on, pressed their heads desperately to prevent themselves from succumbing to the sudden sleepiness.

Because along with the sleepiness, there was also a deep panic in their hearts.

The reason for this panic and sleepiness is unknown, but it is inexplicably strong.

It seems that as soon as you close your eyes and obey the sleepiness, your safety, life, and even the whole world will disappear!

If Maria and Adeline were still living their normal lives in the nightmare, they would not feel anything now.

Because how could the person in the nightmare be aware of the nightmare itself?

If they were sober hunters like Simon, then they wouldn't feel anything.

Because a sober hunter knows that he will eventually wake up from his next dream.

But now, the two of them were dragged all the way to the center of the dream by Lan En's actions.

In an intermediate state of being about to wake up but not yet awake.

They feel that there will be a huge change next, but there is no way to escape, so they burst out with great fear.

In this sudden and intense drowsiness, Lan En shook his head and tried hard to hold his eyelids open, refusing to let them close.

At the same time, Mentos projected various dazzling and gorgeous graphics on his retina, stimulating his nerve activity.

And after the light and shadow projected by the biochemical brain, Geman stretched out an arm on the armrest of the wheelchair towards Lan En.

"Last chance, stranger."

Under the shadow of the brim of the top hat, an interesting smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth.

Silently, German used the nail of his thumb to cut the tip of his index finger, and blood dripped from the fingertip.

"As long as you accept one drop of Yharnam's blood, you will be a serious Yharnamite."

"It can take you out of this nightmare that is about to collapse."

"What do you think?"

Germann's tone was like that of a businessman occupying a seller's market.

But Lan En still smiled at him coldly and sarcastically despite the sleepiness of his eyelids fighting.

"Do you want me to kneel down in front of you and lick that finger of yours, German?"

"In fact, injection is the best, but if you want to eat it, there's no problem." The old hunter smiled indifferently in the face of the sarcasm. "If you don't want to use the blood of an old, ugly guy like me, their blood is fine."

"Those two snow-white and delicate necks are full of high-quality blood. The blood of Yanan."

As he spoke, the top hat on Germann's head tilted toward Maria and Adeline, who were already sleepy and a little unsteady on their feet.

Lan En did not respond, and the scene fell into silence for a moment.

Only the sound of the waves echoed around.

"Listen to what you are saying." The cold and sarcastic smile on Lan En's face gradually disappeared, and now he just looked at the old man in the wheelchair expressionlessly. "Do you really care about your students?"

Maria, who was already about to collapse due to sleepiness, raised her head with great effort and looked at her mentor.

But Lan En saw that the corner of the old man's mouth, which was sitting comfortably in the wheelchair, only twitched slightly for a moment under the shadow of the brim of his hat.

Then, there was silence.

The old suit jacket rubbed against the wooden armrest of the wheelchair, and Germann retracted his outstretched hand.

"It seems that you don't want this last gift and opportunity. Foreigners are not bad either."

Germann spoke calmly, as if he didn't listen to Lan En's question at all.

"Then, just drown in this nightmare of collapse. Don't break into my garden again."

The figures of the wheelchair and the old man slowly faded and disappeared in front of the three people, like afterimages in a dream.

(End of chapter)