Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 404: 403 leave

Chapter 404: 403 leave

Chapter 404 403.Leave

This is what you got from this trip? Thats really a big surprise.

Erin, the crow hunter, happened to meet Lan En walking back from the Forbidden Forest while wandering near the Cathedral of the Healing Church.

Now the two of them were on Henryk's left and right sides, each holding one of his hands as they walked toward the Orton chapel.

At this time, the crow hunter was raising his finger and pointing at the huge blood-red moon in the sky, and his tone was unclear.

Are you sure you have never seen a big moon like this in all the times you have gone back?

Lane carried most of Henryk's weight, but he didn't feel it was too much of a burden.

On the contrary, the psychological pressure of not knowing whether he has done something good or done something bad with good intentions is the reason why he is struggling now.

Never seen it.

Erin can also feel that the entire atmosphere in Yanan has become more sinister and strange because of the red moon above her head.

The lycanthropic patients on the road showed more deformed body features, the patrolling Sumeru church guards, and the religious weapons in their hands made strange changes that were never seen before.

It seems that under the illumination of that scarlet moon, the world that was originally invisible to ordinary people began to appear.

And the originally invisible world is by no means a beautiful and peaceful place.

But Erin's tone was still a little more relaxed.

"This is a good thing, Lan En. At least in my opinion, weirder and more aggressive monsters are much easier to deal with than mindlessly repeating them for a long time."

Time has begun to move forward again, which at least means that we still have hope of getting out of this night. Even if the road is more rugged and difficult, at least there is a way.

Here we are, let this old guy lie down and have a good rest.

Just as he was talking, Orton Chapel had arrived.

The sight of Lan carrying Henry in frightened Viola and the two little girls.

He could only comfort him softly, saying that Henrik was accidentally knocked unconscious by the sleeping potion and that he would be fine after a nap.

This answer relieved the Gascoignes, and they took Henrik to their shelter in the chapel, where they guarded him.

There was another person who came to the chapel, a blond beauty with a gorgeous appearance. She sat on the chair and bowed in Lan En's direction in a friendly manner.

This should be the woman to whom he informed the location of the chapel in the church town.

Erin was already standing by the wall next to the red-robed witch, leaning against the wall.

Lan En walked over, and there were three people in the chapel who had stayed awake while constantly going back in time.

Red-robed witches don't seem to be popular in Yanan, at least Lan En hasn't seen anyone approaching here.

So three people can have a private conversation in this small church as long as they lower their voices.

Lan En first confirmed with the red-robed witch that a red moon had never appeared in Yanan in the past, nor had there ever been such a strange and dangerous atmosphere.

This is indeed an unprecedented change caused by him.

Time has indeed begun to flow.

The red-robed witch's thoughts are the same as those of Irene: no matter what, change is a good thing.

They have been wandering back in time for too long.

This place has become a refuge for many people, and thats all thanks to you.

The red-robed witch suddenly spoke to Lan En sincerely.

Although her eyes were cloudy and white, she still tried hard to find Lan En's direction and thanked him.

Its strange that there are people like her in Yanan.

A person helps others, but she, who has never been helped, is thanking the helper who has nothing to do with herself.

Lan En turned his head awkwardly and said polite words like 'nothing' and 'you're welcome'.

On the one hand, the young man was a little embarrassed to be thanked so much. On the other hand, her red robe always reminded Lan En of the great sage of the Mechanicum in [Memory Diving].

But for the red-robed witch, being able to clearly identify Lan En's direction was the limit. It was impossible for her to see the strange expression on the young man's face.

Im so happy. It makes me feel useful!

The old voice contained a sense of joy at finally being recognized, as well as sincere gratitude.

This strong emotion even made Lan get rid of the impression of Belisarius Caul's red robe at this moment. "You have done so much, and you have been kind to so many people. This is amazing, really! Not only because you are a hunter, but also because of your character, hehe."

In the end, he seemed to subconsciously feel that it was wrong for people like him to speak to hunters like this, as their status was not equal. So the old man could only end with a shrinking sneer.

Its just, its just. Its probably a bit presumptuous to say that.

The red-robed witch said cautiously and tentatively.

But is it possible for us to become friends after dawn?

"We are already friends." When the red-robed witch shrank cautiously, Lan En squatted down, shook her hand with her skinny and disfigured face, and said softly.

You took care of them here too, those survivors. We helped them together, so we are already friends.

But Im a little ashamed to be called a friend now because Im leaving soon.

Erin was leaning against the wall on one side, standing with her arms folded and her head bowed.

After hearing Lan Ens words, she raised her beak mask.

Oh? Are you going back to your world?

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Lan En to respond, she expressed her understanding.

"It seems that your 'departure moment' has arrived. That shouldn't be under your control, right? That's good. You've done enough. It would be wise and safe to get out of this mud pit as soon as possible. "

The red-robed witch looked at Lan En with no change in her expression. She was still sincerely grateful.

Although Erin wore a mask, she didn't want the witcher to stay here and face trouble.

"Don't think too much, kid. This is not your responsibility. Just go."

Lan En nodded silently.

"I will leave, but before I leave, I have to tell you the information I know. Although the retrospective of this night is over, it is still very long."

Lane whispered the message Master William had given him.

The desire of the ancient gods for the Son of God, the antagonism of many ancient gods intertwined with desire and jealousy, the followers who follow them, and this nightmare constructed by the ancient gods

They both quickly accepted the fact that they were in a nightmare.

After all, the current tragic situation in Yanan can only be described as a nightmare.

In this night of endless hunting, no matter how shocking the news, it becomes acceptable.

After explaining the information he had, Lan also said goodbye to the Gascoigne family.

He took off all his armor and handed it over to Gascoigne and Henrik.

Wearing only the Gascoigne lining that he had worn during the previous break.

This set of armor from the Advanced Bear School has been mostly stained with the blood of the superiors from Spider Rom.

Lan doesnt want this blood to flow into his world, and even if this armor fits well, its time to replace it.

Its time to say goodbye to it.

The witcher said goodbye to his new friends and walked back to the place where he first arrived outside of Yharnam.

The blood moon in the sky was huge. Lan En took out the resonant bell from the alchemy leather bag that was said to be able to 'let the ringtone penetrate dimensions', looked at it and then put it back again.

Time will show a wonderful state in nightmares. He will always have the opportunity to return to Yharnan and face those ancient gods with lofty vision.

Finally, under the blood-red moonlight, the witcher disappeared into a scene like broken glass.

In the Orton chapel, Viola gathered up the heavy armor and put it in the box next to her.

Perhaps this thick armor produced outside of Yharnam can help the two hunters she cares about in the future.

{Witcher armor: The armor of the stranger who came to Yharnam at the beginning of the night of hunting. It was stained with large pieces of blood, which seemed to the Yharnam people to be extremely sweet.

Provides excellent defense and various resistances, but at the same time reduces speed and agility. If the user's strength and endurance are insufficient, the speed and agility will be greatly reduced.

In terms of shape, it is undoubtedly an old antique. Thick and sturdy, it seems to be made of beast materials that Yharnan does not have. But the style of this equipment really doesnt match the hunters. If used forcefully, I'm afraid it will only become a drag.

As for the blood stained on that armor, what did its last user kill? }

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