From the moment the steel gates were closed, there was a dead silence on the entire stone bridge that connected the town of Church.

Ordinary people looked at the direction of the church town in a daze, and even the horses pulling the four-wheeled carriage seemed to feel the atmosphere at this time, and they didn't dare to breathe.

The last rays of sunlight sink beneath the silhouette of the churchtown, and because of the backlight, the entire architecture of the church town takes on a deep blackness.

Yanan's precise technical level made the street lights turn on on time, illuminating everyone's faces on the stone bridge: despair, stunned, angry, panicked.

Under the flickering light of the gas lamp, a businessman sitting on the carriage frame with the reins in his hand unconsciously took off the top hat on his head and clutched it to his chest.

"What's going on?"

The hunters who pushed the door gave up in despair, and the church personnel who were still confident and stood outside the door to maintain order were now like infections, and the same panicked atmosphere was born among them as refugees.

No one knows how to answer this question.

"The Church. They abandoned us and locked us out! The businessman's voice trembled uncontrollably, and the volume grew louder and louder in the uncontrollable trembling.

"They locked the door! Lock the door! Right?! ”

The businessman's cross-examination caused a great commotion in the crowd, and the inability of the church and the hunters to respond only added to the panic and anger in the hearts of the people.

On the densely populated stone bridge, the situation is getting more and more chaotic.

Finally, a hysterical scream rang out: "Murderer! You're murdering! Murderer! ”

A townsman with a bone chopping knife that is commonly used at home rushed towards the church staff at the iron gate with a frenzied and desperate expression.

The night of the hunt had begun, and they, the people exposed to the streets, were now overwhelmed by fear.

They don't care that these church members are locked out of the door with them and are victims.

They are just venting their fears, which is human nature.

But are these church personnel who are left outside the door in a much better state of mind than the commoners?

"Bang" a gunshot!

The same hideous and panicked church personnel let their muskets shoot mercury bullets, bringing with them the smell of blood and gunpowder.

After a brief silence, the roar of the crowd, the grinding of the hunters as they drew their weapons, and the frightened neighing of the horses erupted in a very noisy mixture!

The smell of blood is stronger.

The townsfolk were more numerous, and they flocked in frenzy. The hunters were stronger, but they were so crowded with people that they didn't even have room to move around.

Hunters, and church members are bleeding.

They received more blood treatments than ordinary townspeople, and of better quality than ordinary townspeople. This made their blood flow out, and the people around them couldn't help but show a look of intoxication.

The blood is accumulating more and more, and the smell is getting stronger and stronger.

Ah, blood. Sweet blood, energetic blood.

It was as if a beautiful note was singing spontaneously in people's minds.

The accumulation of more and more blood seems to have some kind of stacking effect.

"Shit! Keep up with me! Mark! ”

Henrik's hunting skills are skilful and fluent, and he is at ease when dealing with bestialized patients, and even more intimidating when facing humans.

Compared to the hunters who were not so skilled, although he was stabbed in the arm and stabbed in the stomach with a pitchfork, it was not a big deal.

He managed to pull his old friend Mark all the way to the periphery of the chaotic crowd, and he was about to rush out.

The old hunter gasped violently, and the heat squeezed out of his lungs even condensed into a white mist in the air.

His eyes were alert and vigilant, circling around to observe the situation on the battlefield, ready to find a weak point and break through.

He fished behind him backwards, trying to pull Mark to his side, who was a little slower.

It's like that. The situation at hand, the situation he and Mark's situation. Everything is just like the old Yanan of a few decades ago.

At that time, the two young men were holding each other to enter the church town through the fire of Old Anan at the end.

They'll be able to do that this time, too

"Let's go, Henrik."

The old hunter, who was on high alert, suddenly stunned on his face.

Accompanying his old friend's words were his wizened arms with hairs like sharp weeds

Henrik was an expert at hunting wild beasts, and most of his colleagues even thought that he was too skilled to die as a hunter.

So even through a thick layer of leather gloves, he could clearly understand that this was not a human hand, or rather, it was not a normal human hand.

Highly animalistic.

This is the hand of a bestial patient who has developed to an extremely advanced stage!

"The bestiality begins, the hunt begins, Henrik."

Behind the old hunter, the familiar and reassuring voice of the old friend was gradually distorted and out of tune.

Henrik didn't look back, but he could imagine the situation.

Mark's skeletal and muscular structures are undergoing brief and drastic distortions due to bestiality.

The severity of the misalignment of the bones can even cause muscle tears and skin shattering.

His throat was changing in timbre because of the lesion. And soon, he will lose even the ability to speak.

Originally, the whites of human eyes will be sickly yellow. The round pupils, on the other hand, will resemble a crumbling, molten mass of mercury.

An old friend of decades is dying.

Henrik suddenly felt empty in his heart, he didn't want to accept it, and he didn't dare to turn back.

He could only bury his head and rush, and the sawsaw in his hand once again slice through the body of a madman.

The blood on the ground was thickened by this.

"Don't talk nonsense! You are a clergyman! From no clergyman to a beast! Never, Mark! ”

"You just need blood! Need a break! When we rush out, I'll give you a shot!" ”

Henrik kept tugging at Mark's arm, and he said so, but the arm he was holding on was getting thicker and heavier

The old friend didn't have the last minute to refute.

He just said something with a rough, hoarse vocal cord, like a dream.

"Human nature is the shackles that bind the beast, but the stronger the human nature, the stronger the reaction force will erupt when it is broken. Become even more terrifying beasts. ”

"What would the clergy be like as a beast, Henrik?"

"Let's go, old friend. Go to the people you care about, go and protect them on this hunting night, the person you see as your daughter, the man who married your daughter, and their children. Go ahead. ”

The arm behind him was so thick that he couldn't hold it.

Henrik grimaced, he couldn't imagine what his expression was now.

He could only let go of his hand weakly.

In the crowd behind, several people who had been looking unremarkable suddenly went berserk. Their bodies went through the entire process of beasticraft almost instantly, turning into beasts on all fours.

The sudden and violent distortion even caused their original flesh and blood to explode into a mass of minced flesh and spill out.

They burst into the crowd and pounced on those closest to them, basically friends and family.

Use your claws to break the muscles of those around you, and bite the throats of your loved ones with your teeth

It's not hunting night anymore. This is a beast plague like the old Yanan decades ago!

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