After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

"As a hunter, in addition to being proficient in counterattack and visceral crit, you also need to have the ability to quickly escape from danger in melee. Run if you can. If you can't run, try to find cover to block bullets, but at the same time don't I am in a dead corner with no way out."

In the small town of Yanan, which was about to fall into the night, a skilled old hunter brought a cute new one, and a strange hunter in a priest's costume hung far behind him, and pointed the "brightly lit" street below with a sword in his hand.

The homeless poor have nothing, can neither escape from the gate of Yanan, nor find a place to stay in the city. They can only carry machetes and shotguns and wander aimlessly in the streets.A few dogs crawled back and forth among the spontaneously gathered crowd, their hair was matted with a large amount of blood that could not coagulate, and their wide-open gums were all bright red.

It has to be said that after people gather together, it does have a certain effect on resisting wild beasts.The poor people wandering in anxiety and fear began to actively hunt, and actually captured and killed a werewolf.

Now the werewolf was crucified, his fur ablaze, and the rising light was visible even from the end of the street.

"Hunters are usually alone, and they often suffer losses when facing large groups of wild beasts, so try to avoid weaknesses and use various conditions to set up situations that are beneficial to you." A novice hunter, with infinite fire reflected in his eyes, "Whether it's a sneak attack, applying poison to a weapon, or using various traps to lure and kill prey, it will be your hunting method. Hunters who receive blood therapy will double their physical fitness, and you can also take away other people's blood. blood to heal, and you...you only have one life."

……

"I understand. When encountering an enemy or falling into a melee, there is no need to be moral. Self-preservation is the priority."

The pink-haired youth nodded, gratefully writing down the other party's teaching.

After a brief surprise, he understood what kind of place it was.

Yanan is a cruel place devoid of justice and benevolence, where people are bewitched by blood and wild beasts are rampant. At the same time, there is a "church" that makes it difficult to distinguish their positions.If it is said that the only existence that can have a little bit of order, then it is probably only the hunter who wanders in the night and hunts wild beasts?

Although this sounds cruel, in such a bad situation, what he really needs is to abandon unnecessary weakness and compassion to survive.Perhaps, it is his luck to meet an old hunter who is willing to teach him everything.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glanced at the wrist that had been proven why he didn't have it.

There, there used to be a watch strap used for communication.

"Okay, don't look at your wrist."

The cold voice of the huntress brought Romani's thoughts back to reality.

"I have almost taught you what I want to teach you. Next, I will announce the assessment items to you. If you fail the assessment, you will be greeted with death and... the fate of becoming a backup source of clean blood."

She pointed to the bright fire below the street. Packs of wolf dogs and heavily armed civilians wandered the street. The werewolf on the cross stared at the sky with his eyes closed, his whole body engulfed in flames.

"Go, go through that street, walk from here to the big iron gate, and then come back around. If you are a novice who has received blood therapy, I will also ask you to clean up all the dogs and people here, and You just didn't take it, so just survive the bullets and hounds. As a test, I won't make a sound or provide additional bullet support."

Evelyn gave the young man a gentle push.

"So, run as hard as you can."

……

"A rookie who hasn't received blood therapy... ho... is it really alright?"

After the young man walked down the steps with stiff hands and feet as if going to the execution ground, the hunter who was following far behind finally came to her side. Just as the other party came to her side, Evelyn smelled a strong stench.

It was the smell of a thick layer of old blood mixed with sour sweat, and even the stench of something rotting, enough to make people with a keen sense of smell immediately hold their breath.

After burning the werewolves to death, she and Romani found the priest hunter wandering on the bridge, and together they killed the antler beast that jumped onto the bridge from a high place.After the battle, Gascoigne gave the pink-haired youth a small copper bell calling for help.

Evelyn crossed her arms and said without looking back:

"Gascoigne, it's time for you to go home and take a shower. Also, what about your father-in-law and partner, why was you the only one when I found you on the bridge?"

"Henrik and I don't have to act together all the time, as for going home? Well, every street here is filled with the stench of beasts, let me go home? No, I'm going to hunt more Beast..."

"Then, Gascoyne, tell me the truth, why are you blindfolded?"

The body of the strange priest froze, and the trembling hand that once held the giant ax to dismember the beast touched his eyes, where the dirty bandages covered his vision layer by layer, or covered something.

After receiving blood therapy, everyone will become stronger and their resilience will be doubled, and the same is true for hunters.As long as there is blood, excluding severe injuries of severed limbs, even eight or ninety-year-olds will be able to walk like flying because of the nourishment of blood.

When a person says he is blind, in other places, someone may express sympathy, but in Yanan, only someone will take out a bottle of warm blood and a needle, and say to you in a hospitable way:

"Come on, let's get a blood transfusion, and you will be able to see after the blood treatment."

Father Gascoigne's voice trembled, and he pressed the blindfold tightly.Under the thin setting sun, the priest's nails grew abnormally, thickened, and curved inwards, and glowed coldly under the firelight. The hair that should have been sparse became thicker and thicker in the pores, like the fur of some kind of beast generally.

"No... I'm never going to take it off... ho ho..."

Evelyn unscrewed the music box silently, and threw a bottle of small white pills over.

……

The sudden softness and vagueness suddenly cleared Father Gascoigne's mind, and he swallowed the whole bottle of pills almost immediately after regaining his sanity temporarily.

"It's so dangerous, you almost turned into a beast. When your blood turns green, you should stop hunting and come to me or Irene to get the medicine to delay beastification, although this is just delaying time."

Evelyn glanced at the blood on Gascoigne's cuff, where the blood that was supposed to be bright red glowed blue.

"So, I dare not go with Henriette, and I dare not go home. I have nothing to do but kill the beast as much as possible before turning into a beast. I really envy you, Teacher Evelyn."

Gascoigne strangled his throat in pain, as if the bottle of pills had caused him great pain.

"When I came here because of a terminal illness, you were like this, teacher. When I am about to turn into a beast, you are still like this, teacher, you have not changed."

The white-haired huntress stood where she was, looking at the street shrouded in flames motionless, like an eternal statue.Gascoigne turned around, and the wind sent one after another gunshots and dog barking. It is not difficult to imagine how the novice hunter who walked down reluctantly just now rushed left and right in embarrassment.

"Everyone knows that blood is a gift from God to Yanan, but everyone doesn't know that there is such a deadly curse in the gift wrapped in honey." Gascoigne murmured, "Maybe, this It is our...retribution for stealing the blood of the gods."

"No, you are wrong."

Evelyn forced herself not to stare at the student's distressed appearance, lest she couldn't control the urge to draw a knife to finish the other party.

"Blood is just a choice, a double-edged sword. It comes from the gods, so it also has the powerful power of the gods. It can cure diseases, restore health, and even... prolong life. The Yanan people are crazy about it, throwing away morality for it, Give up everything for it. But they have forgotten that human beings are not gods, nor can they bear the power of the blood of gods."

"Thus, when Yanan enjoyed all the benefits brought by the blood, lycanthropy also began. The spread of lycanthropy is nothing but the evil result of the group of lunatics who healed the church and the greed of human beings."

"When human beings choose blood therapy, all those who receive blood therapy have given up their humanity by default. After all, human beings are originally one of many creatures in the world. If they give up their humanity, they cannot become gods. Except for beasts, human beings also What can be done?"

"Ho... ho... That's right, guys like us are just annoying ghosts struggling between humanity and animal nature. We are unwilling to give up our humanity, but also want to enjoy power... It's only a matter of time before we fall."

"No, Gascoigne, if you are determined enough, there may be a turning point."

"Maybe? I probably won't be able to wait for the turning point." Gascoigne laughed miserably, and took out a bunch of shiny keys. "This is the key to the cathedral. I won't be able to patrol that area in the future." area, the key can only be returned to you.”

"Now, I just want to go back and say goodbye to Alice and the others."

Evelyn blinked, but she still didn't tell him about Gascoigne's wife going out alone on the night of the hunt.

……

While Evelyn and Gascoigne were having a profound philosophical discussion on the side of the street, Romani, who was forcibly thrown into the street, was obviously not treated so well.

As an otaku who is very sincere and ostrich in nature, Romani extremely refuses to go parkour in the rain of bullets, but the cruel reality does not allow him to continue to abandon the house.

Fortunately, many accidents happened when the Yanan people fled. A large number of carriages overturned on the ground provided him with an excellent shelter.The next second he sneaked down the steps, he aimed at those carriages and successfully sneaked in before everyone noticed.

Romani secretly poked out half of his head from the back of the carriage, holding a few pieces of gravel in his hand, and a short knife given by the crow hunter was pinned to his waist.

Fortunately, the crowd who were holding the bonfire party didn't notice it, and even the dog didn't smell the smell, so they could sniff it for a while.

Romani retracted his head and was about to straighten the bullets on his belt when he suddenly heard a slight sound behind him.

Turning his head stiffly, a rotting hound gave him a hospitable growl.

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There is another update in the evening to make up for what I owed yesterday.