C15 When He Woke up from His Dream

"Damn it!"

The young hunter saw it clearly. That claw had clearly landed on Carl's face. His blood immediately rushed up and slid down two steps. The flamethrower in his hand was immediately activated and sprayed towards the red-eyed beast hidden between the cracks of the wall through the ladder. The high temperature flames instantly lit up its fur, and a burnt smell immediately came out.

At the same time that the beast in the crevice was being roasted, the other two werewolf seemed to have sensed something. They roared loudly, as if they were responding to the screams of their companions.

Carl's luck had not yet come to an end. He fell from the ladder, which was a few meters high, onto the body of the hunter who was killed by the wild beast. He did not suffer any more injuries.

Although the sharp claws of the wild beast were sharp, it was still limited to the gap in the iron ladder. Although the wound was shocking, it did not cut Carl's head open. His eyes were not hurt either. The three claw marks cut across his nose. It was neither shallow nor deep, and the strong smell of blood spread in Carl's mouth.

"Gilbert!" Carl held back the pain and dizziness as he shouted. In the next second, through the blood covering his eyes, he saw a figure running towards him. Then, there was a sharp pain in his thigh.

The pain on his face instantly intensified, but in less than half a second, it was quickly alleviated. The person who stabbed him dragged him up from the ground.

It was not Gilbert, but the little hunter that he had saved.

Feeling the vigorous energy brought by the injection of blood, Carl bent down and picked up the Hunter's Cane that he had dropped to the side. His fingers skillfully grabbed the stratagem and unfolded the cane into a ferocious metal whip.

He faced Gilbert's back. This hunter, who could not be considered an elite, was in a dire situation. The forelimbs of the wild beasts he faced were far thicker than the forelimbs of ordinary Disaster Beasts. The threat and strength of their attacks were also even more shocking. The Hunter's Saw Cleaver that Gilbert used was not a weapon that could adapt to mid-range combat, even though it had left a few scars on the red-eyed werewolf's body with its initial momentum. However, Gilbert had no choice but to slowly retreat in the face of an opponent whose movements were getting more and more wild. He began to take a defensive stance.

The young hunter's weapon was the same as Gilbert's. He held his weapon and leaned against Carl with his back against him. He was carefully guarding against the other two Disaster Beasts above him.

The beast that he had ignited with the flamethrower was still screaming in pain. Obviously, its life force could not be exhausted by this burning. The other werewolf, which was still at the top of the ladder, had already jumped onto the wall next to him. It was very agile, and it was hanging on the wall with its claws.

"Pui!" The young man spat in disgust. This annoying beast had clearly calculated the firing range of the flamethrower, but the three hunters had to spare some of their energy to deal with it. Otherwise, it would be very easy for them to be attacked from both sides.

Carl wiped the blood off his face. He swung the long whip in his hand, forcing the beast on the ground to retreat. The sharp metal whip tore a piece of flesh on its front paw, but the damage was not fatal.

"Gilbert, give me the spear. "He said in a low voice. In the next second, his empty left hand grabbed the warm Hunter Pistol spear handle.

But at this moment, the wild beast that had been on guard suddenly pounced on him. Gilbert hurriedly took a step forward and waved the Hunter's Saw Cleaver in his hand from left to right. He loosened his grip on the stratagem, and the ferocious blade, which had been folded with the handle, immediately bounced out. The blood and fur on the blade traced the shocking centrifugal force and cut across the beast's head.

An eyeball flew out along with the blood. Half of the wild beast's head was cut by the Saw Cleaver, but even so, it was still alive. The severely injured werewolf howled as it swung its sharp claws and slammed violently on the Saw Cleaver's blade. The tremendous force caused Gilbert to be unable to hold onto his weapon anymore.

Two roars came from different directions. The attack that Gilbert was facing seemed to be a signal. The beast that was hiding in the crevice and covered in flames and burnt smell fell from the sky. Its other companion, who had been waiting for an opportunity, also flew over from a tricky angle.

Carl's finger was pressed on the trigger. He used his instinct to shoot. The bullet grazed past the young man's ear and caused a flower of blood to appear on a wild beast's body. However, the fire covered werewolf could not be stopped. It could only watch as it landed on its head.

"It's over."

Carl sighed in his heart. His body instinctively pounced to the side, but it was far from enough to avoid the falling flame.

At this moment, a loud gunshot rang out between the walls on both sides. Carl saw a large amount of blood shoot out from the flames. The burning beast's body seemed to be pushed by a force, and it somersaulted in the air before landing on the wall.

Before the three of them could recover from their shock, the cries of the beast and the sound of sharp blades piercing through its body were heard at the same time. Gilbert looked at the hunter who had pierced the beast's body with the long double-handed sword with wild joy, and almost shouted out loud.

The man stepped on the dead body and pulled out the sharp sword with his backhand. He raised his left hand and a gun with a slender barrel and exquisite patterns shot out flames again. He hit the beast who was trying to escape to the ground and threw his gun away. Dragging his sword, he rushed forward quickly and passed Carl and the other man. A green glow like the moon flashed on the blade of the sword. The beast that was trying to get up suddenly stopped. Immediately after, blood sprayed out from the two halves of its corpse.

"How is it? Are you hurt?"

This was a tall and sturdy Church Hunter. The clothes on his body seemed somewhat heavy. It was the uniform used by the members of the Central Execution Squad of Healing Church. After some adjustments, the cloth was covered with Blood Dreg, but the cloak that represented the Healing Church was still hanging proudly on his back.

Even in the current Yanam.

"Mr. Ludwig." Carl called out his name.

...

Lin Bahn, who was sleeping on the upper bunk, looked at the ceiling with a look of despair. He heard the crackling sounds of typing coming from below and was momentarily speechless.

"Good brother... please spare me."

Lin Bahn said something that could easily be misunderstood. He took out his phone and looked at the time.

"Sh * t, 4: 50 in the morning!"

Lin Bahn slapped his own forehead. He really didn't know what to do.

Ten minutes ago, he suddenly felt that he and Zhang Liang must have had a life and death relationship in his previous life. Otherwise, there was no reason for him to remain calm at this time, even though he really wanted to throw this guy out of the window and wait for him to fall on the ground before he could strike again.

"I'll pack your cigarettes next week."

Zhang Liang casually threw out this sentence, which easily resolved Lin Bahn's desire to kill and his deep resentment.

He knew that this brother of his was definitely meaningful enough. If it was someone else, they might not be able to tolerate his roommate shouting in the middle of the night, tossing and turning, and jumping around on the bed.

Thus, in the game where Lin Bahn started to sound out due to insomnia, Zhang Liang began to perfect the record document.

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[Major event record subsection]

Number 1 - Night Of Hunting

It was also known as the Night of Hunting. It could be seen as a daily People of Yanam, and it could also be seen as a special day once a month (Great Mist). In short, this night was not a good thing for anyone.

Just like the legendary werewolf disease, the TransFur Disease disease would erupt on a large scale on a regular night. Its source seemed to be directly related to the symptoms of the Cyan Blood. However, everyone felt that this was only a superficial sign.

According to what was seen in the Dreamland, in the Night Of Hunting... All residents would stay at home, and those who had weapons would try to protect their families. After night, all families must hang the lanterns that the Church had distributed beforehand at the door. When the hunt begins, the hunters in charge of this operation (most of them are trainee cannon fodder) will begin patrolling. They will knock on the door at night to wake up the residents in the residence. After receiving the news that the residents are normal, the red light hanging outside the door will be lit to mark them.

Once a resident did not respond in time or make a sound that they should not have, such as a roar, the hunters would immediately organize people to break into the house to hunt... Of course, during this process, many trainee hunters would either die or be injured. After all, knocking on the door of a wild beast was not a simple matter.

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[Major Incident Recording Subject]

Number 2 - The Fire of Yanam

An extremely serious fire had happened in the Yanam, or could it be called the Beast Disaster?

A huge abnormality had occurred in the Night Of Hunting before this. The frequency of the fire had started to increase, and the interval between them had become shorter and shorter. When the fire had erupted, the Beast Disaster had continuously erupted.

Through the memories of the hunter called "Carl," it could be confirmed that before this... Healing Church had already been aware of this matter, so the Church ruthlessly sealed off the path to the Church Town in Yanam to ensure their own safety. They even sacrificed a lot of Church Hunter for this. Ludwig, who was the First Hunter of the Healing Church, was also abandoned in the Yanam.

Extremely serious TransFur happened at a very high frequency. It even gave birth to a large number of wild beasts. The flames that were used to assist in the hunt finally ignited this unlucky city. I think Yanam will very likely become a dead city (I hope that I can slap my own face in the future).