Chapter 1331 1303. Wound
Just as Lan expected, the sound of firing from his heavy ballista attracted the attention of the Healing Church.
They allocated manpower and sent them to this area.
But Lan En relied on his superb mobility, silent and stealthy footwork, and theplex terrain of Church Town and Yharnam.
After all, he no longer fell into trouble.
After all, he killed Mikrash too quickly and simply.
When Lan En pulled away from the area where the Healing Church reacted most intensely, he found that Maria had also lowered her head and stood with Adeline at the entrance of the tunnel where they came up from Old Yharnam.
This female hunter who was born in the blood noble family is indeed an outstanding strong person. She fought with the surrounding Healing Church personnel for a long time, but there was no hole in the one-shoulder cloak on her body.
"You look disappointed."
While Lan En was weighing two packages with his hands, each containing a piece of the body of the Son of God, he said to Maria who looked up at him.
"Didn''t find your teacher? That [First Hunter] Geman?"
Maria shook her head first, with a solemn expression on her face, and then replied: "I haven''t found it, but that shouldn''t be the case. It''s impossible for the teacher not to know about such a big thing, and where else can he go?"
As she spoke, Maria lowered her tricorn hat, letting the hat''s shadow cover her worried face.
"This night...seems like everything copsed."
"Right." As if to divert her attention, Maria opened her mouth and asked, "You said to me before, ''Don''t go too far.'' What did you mean?"
At this point, Lan En frowned and his expression became uncertain.
The expressions of the two people almost changed in a short time.
"No, it''s hard to say now." The witcher sighed slightly and looked at Adeline, who was still trying to encourage herself even though she was so nervous that her fingers were clenched together unconsciously. "It''s just an unverified conjecture. ”
"What about us now?"
Maria didn''t find a teacher she trusted, and her enthusiasm waned. He didn''t ask any more questions and just went on with the current situation.
"Now." Lan En raised the tworge packages in his hands, "We have to go to the small fishing vige again to go to the scene of this murder."
"He is already a corpse." As she said this, Maria sniffed subconsciously. After all, she was also a Yharnamite addicted to blood. "Sending the body back will satisfy the great god?"
"Let the great **** calm down?" Lan En pursed his lips and shook his head, "No, I just want to let him rest in peace."
"Even for humans, mistakes and arge number of deaths can lead to a series of terrible consequences. Sharp and crazy spirits and emotions, paired with death, are the most terrifying catalysts."
"A son of God who was murdered before he was born. At least, I want to hold a funeral ceremony for him. Otherwise."
Otherwise, this nightmare is the consequence of the so-called ''wrong death of a son of God''.
But Lan En didn''t speak clearly.
Because even if he said it, would the people in the nightmare really understand it?
Without any more difficult battles, the group of them went down from the church town again, leaving the still-burning old Yharnam at a very fast speed.
Maria''s carriage from Cainhurst was still waiting outside Yanan. Fortunately, it was outside Yanan, otherwise it would probably have been burned.
But when Lan En was in the carriage, integrating the upper and lower parts of the body of the Son of God into a bag, the demon hunter''s hand suddenly stopped.
Adeline and Maria were both restless at this time, immersed in the smell of the blood of the Son of God.
Only Maria, who had better self-control, noticed this pause.
"Is this corpse wrong?"
Maria asked cautiously.
Although she was usually a strong and decisive hunter, if it weren''t for Lan En this night, she would probably be no better than a headless fly.
At least on her own she couldn''t even see clearly the nature of the Healing Church.
But Lan En just lowered his head and brushed his fingers slowly and carefully over the huge wound on the back of Shenzi''s corpse, as if he was using his own experience and touch to feel this huge wound.
This should be the fatal wound that killed Him.
However, this wound is not a sword wound.
During the previous battle with Ludwig, the church''s number one hunter, who witnessed the moonlight in the form of a beast and crawled out of the abyss of beastliness, said that he was the one who gave the orphan of Kos a fatal blow.
But whether it was the exquisitely transformed weapon produced by the Healing Church workshop that Ludwig was carrying at the beginning, or the other [Holy Moonlight Sword] that is now in Lan En''s hand, they should not be able to cut this kind of weapon. Just scars.
What is this
Lan En''s mind was racing, but Maria''s inquiry from the side brought his attention back.
"No, it''s nothing."
Lan En''s fingertips left the huge wound on the body of the Son of God, and he shook his head and said.
It was still raining hazy in the small fishing vige.
The fire that the hunters had started for the great hunt had been extinguished.
All that was left was the still-smoldering remains of wood, and bodies strewn on the ground. The signs of damage or torture on the skulls of those fish-men corpses were very obvious, and it was almost obvious at a nce that the skulls must have received inhuman treatment.
I''m afraid those hunters or apanying schrs must have dug their fingers into the inside of those skulls and rummaged through some of the things inside, right?
There are no enemies here anymore, only dead silence.
Lan En took the lead and walked forward, while Maria followed behind, protecting Adeline.
Although the small fishing vige was built by the fishermen here to be moreplicated and entangled than most ces in Nan due to the terrain, fortunately, the traces of the hunters'' fighting and advancement were obvious.
Under Lan En''s demon hunter vision, he followed along and found the ce where the murder took ce.
Three people found an elevator in a building in a small fishing vige.
The sound of machinery running also brought with it the sound of rolling wet wood in this humid and gloomy vige.
"Those are all."
On the elevator, Maria looked down from the hollow fence and struggled to utter half a sentence.
Adeline''s performance was even more obvious. The Blood Saint suddenly covered her mouth and let out a sob in her throat that was almost vomiting.
The ground where the elevator willnd is covered with an unknown thickyer of fat and big white insects.
The smooth skin resembles that of sea creatures like squid.
The only thing that is eptable is that they all seem to be dead and motionless. Therefore, the thickyer of insects did not squirm like a wave, nor did it make a greasy friction sound.
Adeline''s reaction was purely a physiological reaction, but Maria was an out-and-out Yharnam hunter, and her reaction was more of regret.
Because the appearance of these bugs is exactly the same as the parasites cultured from the blood of gray blood patients in Lan En''s previous experiments at the research center!
It''s just that the body size isrger.
With a creak, the elevator stopped and Lan opened the fence.
"So." But Maria just lowered her head, looking at the thick insects outside the elevator, and said in an almost ridiculous tone.
"These are bugs brought by the great **** Kos, and these bugs will turn into gray blood disease in the human body?"
The parasites on the upper body were discovered by humans and brought back to Yanan, bing a man-made gue.
Now, the entire chain of events has been rified.
Lan En didn''t speak, just shook his head, walked down the elevator with the big bag containing the two body parts, and walked deeper into the cave.
Maria was a little confused, but now it was Adeline who was supporting her.
The feeling of a thickyer of sticky bugs beneath your feet made your hair stand on end.
Walking further inside, there is a field of deformed women kneeling towards the depths of the cave.
The men in the small fishing vige all became half-murlocs due to the influence of the ancient **** Kos.
But the women seem to have turned into snail girls, their bodies are slippery and pale, and they live in the snail shell.
The degree of this mutation seems to be very deep. When the upper body of the humanoid body that they still retained poked out of the shell, even the internal organs looked like a conch, wrapped around the outside of the humanoid body instead of growing inside the body.
They were motionless, and perhaps because of this, the hunters who came before were not interested in killing them.
Deeper into the cave is an exit, which leads to a t beach.
The ocean and beach looked scorched ck at night.
Only the light reflected when the water waves surge allows people to distinguish where is the sand and where is the water.
And a huge and pale corpse of a marine creaturey extremely eye-catching in the filth.
His body is covered by a huge white flesh membrane. It is unknown what the structure of the body underneath is. Many soft-bodied creature-like tentacles extend out of the flesh membrane.
On the few serious limbs I asionally saw, the elbow joints had fin-like organs, as well as fish scales, webbed palms and the like.
Just like most extraordinary creatures in Yanan, their limbs grow in a mess.
Only this mess of corpses carried a sense of tranquility and destion.
It ispletely different from the madness and gore of other things.
The waves washed over his body near the waterline, causing the flesh membrane and tentacles on one side of his body to slide passively.
Lan En found a broken fishing boat, put the body of the orphan of Kos on the boat and reassembled it from top to bottom, and closed his deformed palms peacefully on his chest.
The outline of the bones can be seen in the thin body, and his body has not grown at all.
The skin doesn''t even have a chance to grow, so this face looks like a wrinkled old man.
A premature baby, an orphan.
It is said that the great **** Kos is the ancient **** of the ocean.
So sending the orphan''s body back to the ocean can be regarded as returning it to his mother, right?