"Poof!"

A smooth silver blade pierced into the human body neatly.

The sound of blood being squeezed out of the body was short and quick.

The bestiary, who was panting and pinning the man to the wall, still holding the pitchfork and poking it forward, peeked out of his mouth with the tip of a blade.

The blade was bloodless, shattering its distorted teeth and gums.

The bestiary was still twisting and twitching under the deformed life force, but as the head was twisted ninety degrees, it went completely limp.

Dogs corrupted by bestiality become large, fierce, and sharp.

One of the dogs, who had ripped off a forearm, sensed something was wrong and whimpered in confusion.

"Huh?"

And in the next moment before it has time to look up.

"Boom!"

A boot with a plate of armor on it stomped directly on its neck!

The force of the rage combined with the great weight of the dog's body made the dog's neck press against the wall, and the cervical spine made a 'karao' crunch.

The force-crushed, deformed cervical vertebrae pierced its decaying skin, and the foul-smelling plasma that burst out was squeezed against the wall in a sputtering shape.

Lan En calmly stabbed a steady and precise stab in an instant, and kicked the neck of a sick vicious dog.

The other two reacted at the same time, shook off the lifeless flesh in their mouths, and pounced on Lanen.

The witcher used his observations to determine the location, and then his vacant hand clenched into a fist, "Bang! ”

The iron nails of the fist peak with leather gloves were pushed by the force of the rage onto the skull of a mad dog in mid-air.

Iron nails tore flesh and fists crushed bones.

"Woo Kala!"

After the mad dog in mid-air screamed halfway, Lann's fist pressed directly against its jawbone and hit the wall!

The bottom half of the mad dog's mouth was completely shattered, and thick blood mixed with bone debris flowed and splattered.

Retracting his fist, his forearm was erected to the side of his neck, and the last mad dog was just in the process of closing his fist when his forearm with steel armor was crooked.

It was only then that the shiny blade finally pulled out of the back of the beast's head and mouth.

Like a whip, the blade made a full and graceful arc in the air.

Swept sideways from his chest, the whole mad dog was halved by Arondaet's sharp blade.

Lan En subconsciously flicked the blade, and the minced flesh and thick blood hanging on the knife were thrown to the ground, and the sword of the Lake Maiden became spotless again.

It's just that the golden rune on the surface of the knife lit up.

The witcher's big hand suddenly turned its palm back, and it slammed into the air next to it.

A brown glass bottle the size of a beer bottle was in his hand, and the mouth of the bottle was sealed with a burning strip of cloth.

It's a pop-up cocktail.

For those who are not yet highly animalized, they still use their own tools as humans, and their hand bone structure has not been distorted to the point of losing their human form.

So to some extent, it is difficult to say which of them is more destructive than the patients who have advanced to the stage of bestiality.

Lan En didn't look at it, and the act of catching the Molotov cocktail directly did not scare the beast patients who had just arrived.

There were four or five of them, most of them wearing shabby hats or straw hats, and it seemed that they were living a hard life in Yanan. In this sudden night of hunting, they lesion unusually quickly.

Most of them were armed with pitchforks, bone knives and other tools of life, and one of them held a long-poleed musket in his hand.

That was the only thing that Lann paid a little attention to.

The witcher watched calmly as they roared and pounced, and then the musketeer snapped his finger and threw the Molotov cocktail back in his hand.

The glass bottle was smashed by a discharged bullet right on the muzzle of the musket.

Molotov cocktails that explode in mid-air have a much wider kill area than if they were thrown directly.

The gasoline in the bottle enveloped all the bestialized patients.

In Anan, it was believed that 'fire should be used to hunt wild beasts'.

This perception borders on paranoia, so much so that every household hoards dangerous flammable materials.

But this is really a matter of experience.

The beastly patients on fire panicked and let go of their weapons, then screamed and rolled. Finally, it turned into a charred corpse collapsed on the ground.

"Huh~ It seems that the flame is indeed a special attack, and it feels like it is even greater than the reaction of ordinary people to be burned by the fire."

Lan En whistled, the trajectory of the Molotov cocktail just now, the shooting time of the musketeer man. and so on, all of which he took into account.

Then a single Molotov cocktail that unified all the information directly enveloped them all perfectly.

This gave Lan En a refreshing feeling that he had achieved his goal perfectly according to the plan.

But the matter was not over, and behind the burned beasts, a figure stepped onto the ground where the flames of the Molotov cocktail had gradually subsided.

A top hat, a light gray stand-up collar trench coat, a tight-fitting suit vest inside, and scattered belts and metal gadgets on his body to facilitate hunting, there is no doubt that this is Yanan's hunter.

He lowered his head, the brim of his top hat obscuring his face.

In terms of dressing taste, his hunting outfits have a 'sense of fashion' that belongs to the Victorian era.

Lan En mentally named him 'Hip Hunter'.

"Are you a hunter who came out on the hunt?"

The witcher took the lead in making a friendly gesture. Although the blood on the other party's coat is very thick, it is not surprising that the Yanan hunters do their work in this tone.

Lann drew closer, then stopped at a safe distance.

The judgment of safe distance is mainly determined by the length of the opponent's weapon. The Hipster Hunter's weapon is a sturdy-looking steel cane, comparable in size to a longsword.

The front end is used for stabbing, and although the back end is also stabbed, it is not very sharp, and it seems to be mainly used for whipping.

The safe distance left by Lann was more than enough.

And he had already shown himself to be a normal person, and on the night of the hunt, it was almost proof of his own kind.

But after Lann spoke, the Fashionable Hunter never responded.

Instead, he swapped the steel cane in his hand for a reverse grip.

Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw this, and the handle of the knife that had been casually lifted was also re-grasped in his hand.

Sure enough, by the time the fashionable hunter looked up, thick black hair had begun to grow on most of his face!

Those eyes have also collapsed into a scattered piece!

"Huh!"

At the same moment that the fashionable hunter looked up, the cane he was holding behind his back suddenly emitted a spark of movement, and then a soft and swift reflection of steel caught Lan's eye.

The witcher's original loose stance turned sideways in an instant.

The reflection of steel brushed against his armor and whipped into the air!

"Cut, I know."

Lan En pursed his lips.

"How could you Yanan hunters use an ordinary cane?"

The witcher's cat looked at the reflection of the steel that retracted into the hands of the fashionable hunter.

The steel cane, which was originally integrated, had now split into sections, and the fractures of each section were sharp and oblique cuts.

Through a kind of wire that is not just a steel wire but also a material, the sharp steel bars are locked together one by one, and they become a soft serrated steel whip.

It was the bestialized townsfolk who threw Molotov cocktails.

Now it's a beastly, out-of-control hunter who wants to use his hunting skills against humans.

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