"May the blood of the Divine guide your path, Henrik."

The last blessing has been blurred by the beastly throat bone.

Henrik was left alone, but quickly burst out of the crowd and down the stone bridge.

Behind him, a terrible and deafening cry set off a wave of qi that spread around.

Compared to this roar, even the beastly to the point of landing on all fours had a roar as weak as a breeze.

Henrik knew that it was the voice of his old friend at the end, 'from man to beast'.

Bestiality broke the shackles of human nature and appeared in this world.

Henrik couldn't have imagined that such a roar could come from the body of a man who had once been human.

What is lurking in the human body!?

Most of the hunters were resolute, and as soon as he left the chaos, Henrik took out the vial of blood therapy from the inner pocket of his khaki coat and stabbed it in his thigh.

The wound on the arm healed, and the penetrating wound that went straight into the internal organs was healed.

The old hunter never looked back, and left in the direction away from the bridge in Church Town.

Old friends bought him a chance to leave, and he had to cherish this opportunity.

——

Ryan stood by the window of Gascoigne's house and looked out, his brow furrowed.

"Is this the case on Hunt Night because I have less knowledge?"

Lane didn't turn his head to ask Viola beside him.

At this time, the mistress of the family was sitting in a chair, and the two daughters were comforted by her arms.

Hearing Lanne's question, Viola quickly looked up, glanced out of the gap in the curtain that had been pulled open, and then quickly lowered herself again, as if she was afraid of something.

"On the night of the hunt, we didn't dare to look out, and if we looked at the beasts, even incense couldn't dispel them."

The effect of incense is to make the bestial patient feel nauseous and thus resist approaching.

But if they confirm that there are really people in this place, then incense has no lethal power and no blocking ability.

"But." Halfway through speaking, Viola's face was a little hesitant. "I haven't seen this in the few nights I've been looking out occasionally."

Lan En nodded indifferently.

Outside the window, a resident with a large amount of black fur on his face was wandering aimlessly with a saber and a torch.

And beside it, there are three 'dogs' trailing it.

If you look far away at first glance, you might really think that this is a vigilante who patrols with dogs at night.

But fortunately, Lan En is not far away now.

He saw with his own eyes the scene of the three dogs, dragging an ordinary person running away in a panic with their mouths, tearing at the bones and still biting, and finally being dismembered by a saber man with a torch.

The three dogs themselves were not normal.

They resemble those of an already extremely seriously ill animalized patient, with the chest and abdomen completely decaying and vacant.

The ribs and lumbar spine can be seen directly.

A large number of hypertrophies grow directly from the bones.

The pieces of flesh they had bitten fell from their stomachs, but they still chewed happily.

It's as if eating isn't important, it's just the process of biting and then letting the blood spill out.

"Bestiality affects ordinary beasts, and the beastified individuals have spontaneously begun to cooperate. If it's viruses and bacteria, it's too fast and too intelligent. ”

Lan En muttered to himself.

In terms of the technological worldview, this is the same as biological weapons.

But in the magical worldview. It's more like a big curse.

As Lan En pondered, there was a sudden miserable commotion outside the window.

Gascoigne's house is adjacent to a canal and on the other side is a small fountain square.

The screams came from Fountain Square.

Viola shook at the screams, and the two little girls in her arms shrank tighter.

The screams of the same kind have the dual meaning of warning and intimidation.

The saber man and the three dogs, who were wandering around on the side, seemed to be excited by the screaming, and they gasped for excitement and ran towards the fountain square.

Lan lowered the curtain that had been lifted.

"I'll go out and have a look."

The witcher turned his head and explained, "It's fine if you let them wander apart, but if this scream gathers them and scales them up. In short, it's always good to pre-process. ”

Lan En didn't finish his words, and left a half-cut. But Viola could already imagine hordes of bestialized patients filling the streets.

Her elbows held the two girls tighter, but her hands clenched a ruby brooch on her chest.

It was a beautiful ruby.

Gascoigne had advised his wife that it would be best to hold some kind of symbolic object in her hand when she prayed.

This is the advice of a foreign clergyman. For this reason, the man gave his wife a ruby brooch as beautiful as blood, symbolizing the 'holy blood' that the church revered for healing.

"Thanks, thank you, Mr. Lanne."

Viola tried to thank Lan in calm words.

Among the two little girls, Victoria, who is the younger sister, also raised her head from her mother's arms and whispered "Thank you, uncle" to Lanen.

Lane smiled a little at the reality of being called 'uncle', then waved his hand and opened the door to Gascoigne's house.

"I'll come and knock on the door when I'm done, and when I'm sure it's me, you can open the door again."

Lan En made a final emphasis.

On this treacherous night, no one knows what will happen.

When the heavy, sturdy wooden door opened, Lan En, who was standing on the street of Yanan again, smelled a very easy to distinguish smell.

- the stench of the blood of those bestialized patients.

On this perverse night of hunting, it seemed that all the bad things had gotten worse.

The witcher's footsteps were silent, and even though he was wearing a composite heavy armor, Lan's trained steps could still ensure his concealment.

He's been growing in height and muscle lately, and he's already booked an order at Tur Butcher's blacksmith to give his armor a makeover.

It's just that because of the time of the intersection of the celestial spheres, it was not practiced before coming to Yanan.

Lan En pulled the sword of the Lake Maiden from his waist smoothly, and it was equally silent.

In this small fountain square, the witcher saw at a glance the source of the terrible scream.

It was an ordinary Yanan man in a yellowed white shirt and black suspenders.

His little yarkes rolled down in a pool of blood, and a pitchfork pierced through his lower back and out of his navel.

The pitchfork was in the hands of a bestialized patient who was gasping for air with excitement and was still stabbing forward with the rod.

The patient was still wearing the clothes he wore as a human, but the distorted and elongated skeleton made the clothes fit ill.

The three newly arrived dogs repeated their old tricks, biting the unlucky guy's limbs and shaking their heads and tearing.

Ask for recommendations! Ask for a commuter pass! Ask for a subscription!

(End of chapter)