C13 Three People

"Carl!"

There was a faint sound coming from the darkness. Carl felt his body shaking. A few seconds later, a sharp pain suddenly appeared on his arm. Then, a strange warm current climbed up his arm and onto his body.

This warm current worked almost instantly. Carl opened his eyes and saw Gilbert's face.

The smell of the building materials and the burnt corpse mixed together. Along with the fire around them, a sense of despair and destruction assaulted his face.

Gilbert had changed into his hunter uniform. Obviously, he did not go to Church Town as Carl wanted. Judging from the blood on his clothes, the hunt had officially begun.

A burst of pain came from his left hand. Carl raised his hand and moved his intact palm. Then he looked at the slightly deformed flamethrower next to him.

The bite marks on the flamethrower reminded Carl that the battle between him and the beast was not an illusion.

Carl connected the pain to his arm and roughly understood what was going on. He smiled bitterly and looked at Gilbert. He said, "You know, I have stopped fighting for a long time."

Gilbert shrugged. "I have no choice. My friend... We are going to leave now. I have to inject you with some new blood, or you won't be able to move. "

"Leave? Where to?"

Carl held his flamethrower in his hand and used his cane to support his body as he stood up.

Gilbert pointed to the ground and said, "Down."

He sighed and paused on the ground with his cane. "You already know?"

"What happened in Church Town?" Gilbert asked back. There was a trace of anger and helplessness in his eyes. "Yes, everyone knows about it."

Carl's chest tightened. He raised his head and looked up. He saw that the entrance to the Church Town had already been engulfed by a raging fire. Under such circumstances, no matter if it was the wild beasts, residents, or hunters, they would not be able to survive.

Even if the hunters had the blood that was injected with the People of Yanam as if it was a treasure, there was no way they could survive under such circumstances.

"The hunters who can gather are all here." Gilbert took out his Hunter Pistol and loaded it with bullets as he said, "The losses are too heavy... There are wild beasts everywhere, those beasts of calamity."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at a house not far away.

To be precise, it was now a huge bonfire.

Carl slowly walked over. Unlike in the past, the Church's hunter uniform on his body did not bring him any respect. Instead, it attracted some very complicated gazes.

Just as Gilbert had said, the news of the Church Town sealing off the passageway had been known by everyone. Carl felt that the Healing Church uniform on his back was as heavy as a thousand kilograms. The burning bombs and Quicksilver Bullet that he had made seemed to be about to explode on his back in the next second.

However, when Carl walked to the burning house, the smell of his body being burnt made his heart shiver.

A large number of corpses were abandoned in the fire. The number of corpses even exceeded the number of corpses stored in the research lab of the church building. What really shocked him was the identity of these corpses.

They were all "werewolf" that had completely become TransFur, the "beast of calamity" that Gilbert spoke of.

All of these beasts had been killed. Judging from the miserable condition of their corpses, it should be the handiwork of Ludwig and the hunters that he had led. Such a huge and exaggerated wound was not something that could be created by ordinary weapons. Even the most crude Hunter Axe could not cut these Disaster Beasts in half from the middle.

Therefore, Carl quickly returned to Gilbert's side and asked in a low voice, "Where is Ludwig? Where did he go?"

"He took the elites to the front to clean up..." Gilbert patted Carl's shoulder. "You should think of a way to change your clothes. They did not kill you because you came to report to them."

Carl looked at the other hunters with a complicated expression. These young and old faces were filled with all kinds of emotions. Everyone knew that they should not vent their anger on this hunter because of the inexplicable decision of the church, but the feeling of being betrayed was enough to make people lose their minds.

"Hey, you!"

A voice came from behind. Carl turned around and saw a hunter walking towards him. He did not wear a wind hat. The Hunter's dusty Coat on his body had been burnt black because of the fire. Even the weapon in his hand had traces of being grilled by the fire.

Without a doubt, this was an elite hunter. The reason Carl made this judgment was not because of his clothes, but more because he saw a bag hanging on his waist.

Bone Ash.

The power of the firearms used by hunters depended on the quality of their blood. A hunter with high-quality blood would usually disdain to use standard bullets distributed by the workshops and Healing Church. They would choose to pour their own blood into mercury to form bullets. The firearms that used such bullets were extremely powerful. Even a ferocious beast could be seriously injured.

However, most of the hunters did not have such conditions. Therefore, the limited Bone Ash distributed by the church's workplace became a pretty good choice.

Bullets mixed with this special powder could have a very serious interference effect on the blood and tissues of the target. If used wisely, it could even cause death.

However, because of the scarcity of this material, only a small number of hunters could use it.

Therefore, under Carl's gaze, the hunter holding the Saw Spear walked forward and grabbed his collar. "Explain what's going on up there! Why did the Church seal off the road? "

"Sorry, I don't know either." Carl could only tell the truth.

"Damn it!"

The hunter exerted force in his hand and pushed Carl to the side of the fence. The folded Saw Spear in his right hand was pushed to the side of Carl's neck. "Do you know what you are doing!? We are not hunting these beasts to bury the Yanam in the sea of fire! "

"I told you, I don't know."

Carl placed his right hand on the back of his waist. He didn't intend to leave his life in this place.

Gilbert wanted to help, but before he could do anything, a young hunter blocked his way. These two people were obviously from the same team. Their hunter garment was similar, and the hunter badge on their chests belonged to the same hunter workshop.

"Powder Kegs?" Gilbert had a headache. It was not only because the opponent was a hunter from the Powder Kegs, but also because the person who stopped him was holding a weapon.

This was an extremely exaggerated gun. It looked like it was actually a modified version of the rotary machine gun used for the defense of the city. Although its practical use was questionable, its deterrent force was real.

"Alright, stop!" Another hunter walked over. The badge on his chest was the same as the badge of the other two people. They were both from the Powder Kegs Organization.

However, unlike his two companions, the hunter in front of him looked older and his clothes were more tattered. This was because the hunt this time had a lot of burnt white ashes stuck to it.

And the most special part about him was his face.

Carl immediately understood when he saw his opponent's face. He loosened his grip on the flamethrower.

One of his eyes was covered by cloth, while the other eye was covered by the brim of the hat. It seemed that he had lost his sight, but judging from his behavior, he was not blind.

old hunter pushed his two companions away. Gilbert saw that his right hand was tied to a short and rough weapon. The fist that was full of destructive power and delicate machinery showed a special kind of beauty.

"Djura." Carl searched the name in his mind and said, "Thank you."

old hunter, whose name was Djura, shook his head and did not respond to Carl's thanks.

He turned to all the hunters and said, "Everyone, go down. Don't waste any more time. There is no saving the upper level."

"And then?" Gilbert asked.

Djura looked at him. He glanced at Djura and said, "We are heading towards the direction of the virtuous Church of the Chalice. The beasts on the way have been cleaned up. Now, let's go! "

After saying that, Djura did not say anything else. He led the other two hunters in the opposite direction.

Seeing this action, karl immediately frowned. Just as he was about to stop them, he was pulled back by Gilbert.

These hunters from the Powder Kegs's workshop often had special qualities that ordinary hunters did not have, just like their violent weapons. These hunters were straightforward and sincere. Perhaps it was because of this reason that the hunters from the Powder Kegs were always looked down upon and even slandered by other hunters.

Therefore, Carl called out to the three hunters who were like suicide squads and threw out the cloth bags hanging on their waists.

There were more than 30 Quicksilver Bullet with high quality blood inside. There were also 10 sets of Bone Ash, as well as a batch of high quality Communion and Blood Vial Needle that was given by the Healing Church.

"Respect ITEM." He bowed towards Djura.

After weighing the cloth bag in his hand, Djura's face, which was covered with cloth, revealed a smile. Old hunter said in a low voice.

"Respect Old Blood."

Thus, three hunters with a strong fire aura left the square and walked to the other end of the street.

The burning town was filled with thick smoke and despair. Djura and his companions quickly disappeared around a corner. In the next second, the roars of wild beasts echoed in the fire and the walls.

Carl followed the team that had started moving forward. He silently chanted the blessing given to the hunters by Healing Church.

"May the Holy Blood guide your path."