Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 390: 389 Alliance

Chapter 390: 389 Alliance

Chapter 390 389. Alliance

The wooden houses are not considered strong, and in fact they cannot be strong in a humid environment like a forest.

As soon as Lan En put his hands on the eaves of the roof, the sound of the boards breaking could already be heard.

However, the effect of [Light Body Technique] in increasing the buoyancy of the body in the air still plays a key role.

The wooden planks on the edge of the roof were really broken only after Lan En turned over and climbed up.

Three beastly gunners with bone marrow ashes in their waists began to twist their stiff joints, pointing the muzzles at the person who broke into the roof.

The three gunmen were in different positions and fired at different intervals.

On the witcher's retina, Mentos marked the three gunmen with colors representing different levels of threat according to the timing of shooting.

The one with the darkest color is not only loaded with bullets, but the muzzle of the gun is almost finished turning.

Bang!

It was not the sound of a gunshot, but the sound of the beast-turned-gunner falling to the sky!

When he jumped onto the roof, Lan En held the broken piece of wood in his hand.

The wood blocks absorb the moisture from the forest and become heavy and swollen.

So that when the wooden block hit the face of the beast-turned-gunner, the skinny muscles and hair on his face were twisted like waves.

The yellow and bloodshot teeth in his mouth were knocked out, and the rifle in his hand was also thrown away.

The gunman, who was the second most threatening person, was nailed to the forehead with a flying knife.

And in an instant, he completed a series of actions of "climbing onto the roof and cleaning out the two gunmen" with super powerful movements.

The third gunman finally loaded his rifle with mercury bullets.

But wait until it is about to turn around.

Boom!

Wrapped in heavy armor, a tall and strong figure rushed directly in front of it.

Without even drawing the sword, the armor-plated boots and the rifle in front of it kicked in front of the beast-turned-gunner.

The metal barrel of the rifle was kicked into a V-shape, and the wooden body of the firearm shattered into wisps of sawdust and fragments.

As for the shaggy gunman, he was kicked directly from the roof like an overly light rag doll.

You can hear the sound of its ribs being broken in mid-air.

The landing point on the ground happened to be a stone protruding from the soil. After a few "knocks, clicks" and the sound of bones being wrapped in flesh, the beast-turned-gunner lay limply on the stone and twitched.

Henrik was already entangled with other lycanthropes down below.

The old hunter very skillfully began to lengthen the battle line, so that he only had to contact one enemy at a time, ensuring that his flanks and rear were safe during the battle.

The hunters of Yharnam have abandoned their armor for a long time. They cannot be like witchers, wearing a layer of armor on the inside and a layer of [Quen] on the outside.

Lan En picked up the rifle on the ground with great interest. After a few "click" sounds, he quickly adapted to this old-fashioned firearm.

Bang!

With the sound of gunshots on the roof, a lycanthropic patient rushed toward Henryk with his mouth wide open, and his head exploded as if he had been hit by a hammer out of thin air.

Henric quickly adjusted his mentality after the initial shock, and with the gunfire on the roof, he quickly strangled these lycanthropic patients.

How is it? My shooting skills are pretty good, right?

When the woods became silent again, Lan squatted half-crouched on the edge of the roof, holding the rifle in his hand and smiled at Henryk below.

The old hunter gasped for breath for a while, and then returned to normal very quickly, adjusting his three-cornered hat, which was an old-school gentleman's style.

Good marksmanship, Lan. But have you ever thought about it?

The old hunter raised his head with his hands folded on his chest, squinting his eyes and looking at the young man above him.

"Actually, you can give me a hand and let me stand up and enjoy the advantages of the commanding heights without having to fight with these!"

With that said, Henryk stamped the head of the still-dead lycanthropic patient on the ground to silence him. These guys are rolling in the mud on the ground?

The young man smiled innocently: "It's my fault. I thought you were having fun playing with them."

Henrik held down his three-cornered hat helplessly, trying hard not to notice the smiling face.

The bone marrow ashes of the beast-turned-gunners were collected by the old hunter and put into his pocket.

But he didn't take those mercury bullets.

According to him, the power of mercury bullets comes from the blood inside.

This blood has a mystical connection with the owner of the blood. After a person dies, the blood mixed in the mercury bullet will lose its effect for a period of time.

After the owner of the blood in the bullet dies, if a knowledgeable person can take over in time, the power of three out of ten mercury bullets may be preserved without loss of power.

But by the time Henrik went up to sort out the loot, it was undoubtedly a bit late.

So he didn't replenish a single bullet.

By the time we passed this small village, we were halfway through the Forbidden Forest.

Henrik took Lan onto an elevator that looked like weeds had begun to grow.

Similar to the style in Yanan City, there is a start switch in the middle, which can be operated by stepping on it.

Although judging from Lan En's mechanical knowledge, it is actually unscientific to install such a complicated structure in a layer of wooden boards that is not too thick.

But since the research field of leading figures in academic institutions like Byron Weiss is [spiritual vision], it is understandable that the elevator does not care about mechanical principles.

After the elevator came to a stop, unexpectedly, Lan and Henrik saw a living person who remained sane.

He was wearing a uniform similar to that of a London Sheriff in the 19th century. The dark blue Sheriff's uniform was draped with a light blue short shawl on his shoulders.

There is a strange iron bucket covering his head.

It was just an iron bucket without a handle, with only a small hole cut out for the left eye.

This narrow and restricted field of vision made Lan En wonder how the other party survived in this dangerous environment.

Walter? Are you here too?

Lan En couldn't help but look behind him. He didn't expect that Henryk actually knew this person.

And the man named Walter also greeted Henrik with a loud sound in his iron bucket helmet.

The two of them shook hands and chatted for a while.

This man in a sheriff's uniform is the leader of a hunter's alliance, and Henrik is one of the members.

The meaning of this alliance is different from that of church hunters and ordinary hunters, and does not represent the service recipients.

It is also different from the "gangs" divided into various weapon styles within hunters. They don't care what kind of weapon you use.

After listening for a while, Lan En understood that this alliance seemed to be formed based on different hunting goals.

Members of Walter's alliance are focused on hunting down a kind of "bug" that is invisible to ordinary people and lurks in the human heart.

The multiple identities of a hunter refreshed Lan Ens understanding.

Take Henrik as an example. He is an ordinary hunter who does not directly serve the church, and is undoubtedly a "saw-cleaver hunter" in style. As for the hunting target, the most important target is the 'bugs' mentioned in the alliance covenant.

Henric didn't seem too willing to chat with his alliance leader for too long.

He didnt even ask further why Walter came to the Forbidden Forest and which way he came.

Just hurriedly pulled Lan to say goodbye to Walter, and then left.

Recommendations please! Asking for a monthly ticket! Please subscribe!