Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 390 389. Alliance

The wooden house is not considered strong, and in fact it cannot be strong in a humid environment like the forest.

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

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

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

The three beast-turned-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 demon hunter'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 is almost turning.

"Bang!"

It wasn't 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 blocks of wood absorb the moisture from the forest and become heavy and swollen.

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

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

The gunman, who was the second most threatening person, was nailed to the head 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 when it was about to turn around and shoot.

"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.

The shaggy gunman was kicked straight off the roof like an overly light rag doll.

The sound of ribs being kicked in its body could be heard in mid-air.

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

Henrik was already entangled with other lycanthropes below.

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

The hunters of Yharnam have abandoned armor for a long time. They cannot be like demon hunters, 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!"

As the gunshots on the roof rang out again, a lycanthropic patient rushed towards Henryk with his mouth wide open, and his head exploded as if he had been hit out of thin air.

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

"How's it going? I'm pretty good at shooting, right?"

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

After gasping for air for a while, and then returning to normal very quickly, the old hunter straightened his three-cornered hat in an old-school gentlemanly manner.

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

The old hunter crossed his arms and raised his head, narrowing 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 brought by the commanding heights without having to fight with these!"

With that said, Henrik stamped on the head of the lycanthropic patient who was not dead on the ground to silence him.

"These 'guys' rolling around 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 not to notice the smiling face.

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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 its owner. After a person dies, the blood mixed in the mercury bullet will lose its effect within a period of time.

After the owner of the blood in the bullet dies, if someone knowledgeable can take over in time, then maybe three of the ten mercury bullets can keep their power from decreasing.

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

So he didn't refill a single bullet.

After passing this small village, we were halfway through the Forbidden Forest.

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

Just like the model 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, Lan and Henrik unexpectedly saw a living person who remained sane.

He was wearing a uniform that looked like a nineteenth-century London Sheriff's uniform. The dark blue Sheriff's uniform had a light blue short shawl draped over his shoulders.

There was 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 voice in his iron bucket helmet.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while after shaking hands.

This man in a sheriff's uniform is the leader of a hunter's alliance, of which Henrik is a member.

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

It’s also different from the ‘gangs’ within hunters that are divided into various weapon styles. 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 targets.

The 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 multiplicity of hunter identities allowed Lan En to refresh his understanding.

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

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

He didn't even ask further why Walter came to the Forbidden Forest and which way he came.

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

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