Chapter 340 Chapter 339. Transformation Slash
"If you want to follow , then don't do anything. It can be seen that you are also a good hunter outside of Yanan. But the situation in Yanan is different, and most of the things you face are very different from outside. You should You know how stupid it is to rush in blindly when facing an unfamiliar monster, right?"
Henrik kept walking on the stone road. He was a man who had lived in Yanam for a long ti. It could be said that he watched this city be built.
Compared to a foreigner like Lan En who could get lost in just two steps, the rugged and winding road was as clear to him as the distance from the living room to the bedroom at ho.
The young man following him spoke calmly and calmly.
Im not a fool, Henrik. Im a professional hunter who can support himself through hunting.
Henric was slightly silent as he listened to the words behind him.
Breaking into Yharnam on a hunting night is calm and collected.
Outlander.
These hunters who co to Yanan from other places are always like this.
They have already developed their hunting skills outside and ca to Yanan in search of blood therapy.
The young local hunters in Yanan, even those who have participated in several hunting nights, are probably not as calm as the guy behind him.
Not because of fear, but because only the local hunters felt it most clearly. The lycanthropic patient they hunted might have been an ordinary citizen of Yannan half an hour ago.
Perhaps they passed by each other with smiles and hellos in the morning.
Thats why its best for hunters to be outsiders, because they never hesitate to strike.
That's why people in Yanam hate strangers, because they know what kind of work they co here to do.
Subsequently, Henrik beca taciturn as he entered working mode.
The habit of mumbling to himself is different from that of many demon hunters Lan En t in the magical world. He just works silently and efficiently.
I dont know whether this is the professional habit of comrades from another world, or Henryks personal habit.
Bang!
The gunpowder burst into flas in the barrel, pushing the ammunition in the barrel to fly out, briefly brightening the dimly lit streets of Yharnam.
A lycanthropic patient with a pitchfork in his hand and ssy hair growing all over his body under the linen shirt he was barely wearing.
Before he ran over and stabbed the pitchfork, he was hit in the left shoulder by Henrik's musket.
It can be seen that the power of the musket is not ideal on the mutated bodies of these lycanthropic patients. The bullets did not roll in the thin but hard bodies, and could not tear the flesh apart.
But Henrik seed not to want to use a musket to complete the hunt at all.
He just wanted to use the impact of the ammunition to stagger the lycanthropic patient.
At the mont when the opponent was out of balance, Henryk used an extrely smooth sliding step to rush in front of the monster.
That was the first ti Lan En saw the actual combat effect of transforming weapons.
Henric raised the folded at saw knife diagonally, and the serrated blade first cut into the lycanthropic patient's ribs, and then there was a chanical "click" sound.
The switchblade-like structure began to work, and the chanical force bounced the blade outward. The direction of the chanical force was exactly the sa as the direction of Henryk's swing, thus completing the superposition of forces.
The lycanthrope who is over two ters tall is a full head taller than Henryk.
But in this deford slash, the large gap created by the serrated blade extended from the ribs to the chest.
The large piece of flesh torn off by the saw teeth can even allow a person to see directly from the front to the back of the lycanthropic patient's wound.
Originally, Henrik should have been able to cut the prey in half diagonally, but the lycanthrope's weight was not big enough, so the at saw only cut it halfway and chopped it off.
The hairy corpse was bounced against the wall on the street, making a muffled sound.
The characteristics of the saw blade caused the amount of bleeding to be unimaginably large, as if a bucket of paint had been opened and splashed here.
Transforming weapons are indeed outstanding in terms of instantaneous explosive power.
Henric's fighting thod of using the impact of firearms, in Lan's eyes, was the sa as Wei Mingren's posture collapse. The principle was exactly the sa. They all accomplish an execution that ends the battle by causing temporary abnormalities to the enemy.
And judging from Henryk's size and age alone, even with the chanical power of the transforming weapon, his basic strength is a bit too abnormal.
Is it still because of blood?
Is Yanans blood not only a panacea, but also a superhuman dicine?
The young witcher rested his hand on the scabbard outside the battlefield, but never interfered in Henryk's hunting.
This sense of proportion gave Henrik a good impression of him.
Therefore, after shaking off the foul-slling blood that had been sprinkled on his coat, Henrik gave so advice to this young foreigner who had just co to Yanan.
Even if you stick to tradition, you still have to learn to accept the progress of the tis.
The old hunter raised the musket in his left hand towards Lan En.
It looked like a flintlock gun, with a wooden handle and body, and a tal barrel and firing device.
Just like the Victorian style of this city, the tal barrel is also engraved with flashy patterns.
"When foreigners co to seek blood therapy, they must first go to the Healing Church, which is the origin of blood therapy. The church has always had a great demand for hunters. As long as you agree to beco a hunter working for the church, the blood therapy schedule can be advanced much earlier. , they will also provide you with logistical support.
At least I will give you a free hunter pistol and a transforming weapon. There will also be an advance salary and a cheap but comfortable rental house.
Lan En's hand left the scabbard and walked closer to Henryk, his expression not wavering because of the bright future being discussed.
I just want to spend the current hunting night safely. Maybe Im ignorant, but Yanan is really a bit too exciting.
The mutated townspeople, the hunters hunting on the streets, and the normal people who are accustod to all this, you even made think I was at the end of the world.
"The end of the world? Hey." Under the yellow mask, Henryk chuckled, whether it was irony or exclamation, "This is a good taphor."
Soon, he changed the subject.
But tonight? Cant talk about it.
This is just an ordinary hunting night, far from the end of the world.
While speaking, even if only the slits of his eyes were exposed on his face, Lan En could feel that he seed to be trapped in so terrible mories.
It was only a mont in ti, but the feeling that penetrated deeply into the bones was very clear.
It was so clear that Lan even thought he had really experienced a doomsday-level hunting night
"There should be eight or nine hours left, and the night should be over."
Lan En changed the topic and looked up at the sky.
Through the gaps between the layers of buildings in Yanan, I saw the ray of the huge moonlight overhead.
Do you have any plans for the rest of the ti? Or are you just going to wander around and hunt?
Henrik roughly cleaned up the layer of blood on his coat and stood up.
Those abnormal blood have a texture similar to viscous oil.
I have a regular partner. It will be easier to find soone trustworthy to partner with on hunting night.
Looking forward to eting your partner.
Henrik shook his head in disbelief.
Unlike , he is a kind-hearted guy. If he can help others, he should be very happy.
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