Chapter 1305 1277 Hunter's Original Sin

Chapter 1305 1277. Hunter's Original Sin

Faced with Lan En's question without turning back, the calm and resolute female hunter did not answer.

She just lowered her tricorn hat that had been wet by the rain, making it difficult for people to see her expression.

After a long time, Maria spoke with some difficulty amid the sound of raindrops falling.

"No, this is impossible."

The soft and erratic voice was as usual, but there was a lot of hesitation and unwillingness to believe in this soft voice.

In the past, her voice was soft, but always firm and confident.

Maria even forgot to hang her Blood Noble Seiko musket on her waist, and just held it like this, pressing down her hat.

She murmured: "[Blood Therapy]. It's their blood collection bottles that are impure! Those blood collection bottles are inferior products circulated among the people!"

"Do you believe this?" Lan En followed Maria's voice and continued to question without giving her any breathing space.

"As old hunters who were gathered by the Healing Church to carry out a grand hunt, the church didn't equip them with blood collection bottles? Let them use the low-quality blood collection bottles they brought with them?"

The demon hunter walked to the body of the old hunter whose head he had just crushed.

He reached into the puddles and took out the blood collection bottle that the old hunter wanted to use just now but didn't have time to use.

The blood collection bottle was well sealed. Even though the outside of the glass bottle was muddy, it gradually returned to its original appearance under the scouring of rain, with only the bottle body wet.

The demon hunter handed over the blood collection bottle in silence and stretched his arm towards Maria.

The blood collection bottle was like a can of oral liquid in his broad palm.

[Blood therapy] is what the people of Yharnam believe in and what the Healing Church preaches.

'Sacred blood can save everything' is also the basic creed on which the Healing Church was established.

In the past, whether it was beast disease or gray blood disease, the people of Yharnam only believed that the production capacity of [blood therapy] could not keep up with the consumption of the disease, so people died.

As long as you receive [blood therapy], you won't have to worry about any disease or injury.

But today, right in front of Maria.

- An old hunter who has gone mad with beast transformation is still mad after a can of blood collection bottle is stuck in his body!

It seems that the sacred blood has simply and rigidly restored his body, but it has no way to cure the root of the beast disease! There is no improvement!

How is this possible? !

When this situation is clearly placed in front of Maria, it is no less than her worldview as a Yharnam person being shattered!

"Bad day, right?"

Lan En did not take his hand back, but suddenly said this sentence calmly.

After traveling through many worlds, he has seen many people whose worldviews collapsed in huge changes.

Coupled with his own experience, Lan En is very clear about this feeling of collapse.

Sometimes, just experiencing a bad day is enough to destroy a person.

Changes always come suddenly and violently, so they are called changes.

Maria took a long breath.

She finally raised her head and took the blood bottle from Lan En with a complicated expression.

"I will check this bottle of blood later."

Maria said something that she was not sure about, but she was still in good spirits.

She was an excellent hunter after all.

To be a hunter in Yharnam, you need to have a strong psychological endurance.

"These old hunters are crazy." While loading mercury bullets into her fine musket, Maria said solemnly and lowly, "They actually massacred the villagers here."

"We have to rush back to Yharnam. The target here has been hunted by my teacher and Ludwig, and the situation here must be made public!"

"Yes, we have to go back." Lan En agreed at first, but then he looked at the village that was hazy in the dim sky and rain.

"But I still have things to do here, you and Adeline can go first."

Simon, the sober old hunter, who should have traced back this great hunt, what is going on now?

Maria looked at the demon hunter deeply.

She knew that this man was not simple, and even this small fishing village could be related to him.

But after so many things happened today, she had nothing to doubt.

"I won't go any deeper with you. Adeline is still outside alone, and the old hunters can no longer be trusted."

She said calmly and coldly.

"I will go back to protect her, but we will wait for you to go back together. Now everything is messed up."

After saying that, she nodded to Lan En and confirmed that they had reached a common intention. Maria turned back without hesitation and walked out of the small fishing village.

The demon hunter turned his head and looked at the hazy and dim distance. Beyond the direction of the small fishing village, there was a vast and boundless dark sea, but strangely without any waves and wind.

"Yes." Maria's figure was going away, and the demon hunter whispered to himself, "The situation is becoming more and more chaotic."

As a hunter's nightmare, does this increasingly chaotic situation indicate anything? ——

Time was passing, but because the sky was too dark in the small fishing village, Lan En didn't know how dark the night was.

After all, it was always dark.

Many houses in the small fishing village were burning, and some cages were emitting cold light.

The villagers of what looked like a small fishing village extracted the fluorescent substances of fluorescent organisms in the ocean and turned them into biological luminescence that can provide lighting.

These extremely limited light sources are all lighting conditions.

Many fishmen died in the village.

These fishmen seemed to have made a last-ditch effort at the last moment.

They have mutated fish fins and have many harpoon spears tied to their backs.

The original fishing and hunting tools were not suitable for self-defense and fighting. Under the skilled fighting techniques of the old hunters, most of these fishmen's bodies were torn apart.

The hideous wounds caused by Yanan's transformed weapon were left behind.

However, the throwing spears behind the corpse had not yet fired a few spears.

The gray-white blood of the murlocs mixed with the stagnant water, making this small, dilapidated fishing village look even more humid and decadent.

There wasn't much blood left here, so the old hunters who were chasing and addicted to blood began to leave in a daze.

Lan En searched for more than ten minutes in this small fishing village before finally finding his acquaintance in an attic that was corroded by barnacles.

Sober old hunter, Simon.

But at this time, his situation was not good.

The old hunter, wearing a tattered coat, was lying on the floor of the attic, with a large pool of blood under him almost drying to solidification.

If it weren't for the hunters' superior physiques, ordinary people's corpses would be hard by now.

Lan En, who came looking for him, was not too nervous because he knew that Simon had died many times in this nightmare.

He stepped forward and turned Simon's body over. There was a large hideous wound on the front of his body.

It looked like it had been hit by a giant morning star hammer.

Powerful blunt blows mixed with wounds torn by sharp weapons.

"Ah, it's you."

The blur of consciousness caused by the heavy bleeding allowed Simon to recognize who the person next to him was at this time, and he spoke with difficulty.

"It seems like I messed up."

"The ring, the ring that keeps haunting me, brings the killer in animal skins."

"Over and over again, never ending."

Simon waved his hand feebly in mid-air, as if he had fallen into an illusion.

Lan En held his hand.

"I'm listening." The witcher whispered, "I know you're in pain right now, Simon. But I beg you, please try to give me more clues. I feel like I'm close to finding the secret, just a little bit away!"

"Just a little bit closer! I might hold the key to ending this hunter's nightmare!"

The sober hunters have already figured out the truth about Yanan's [Blood Therapy] during the long hunt, so most of them will not use blood collection bottles like ordinary hunters.

Just like Simon now, even if he is about to die, he will not use it.

For them, losing this sobriety is a more terrifying thing than death.

"Yes, the fact that you can find it here means that you are really, really close to finding the key."

Simon's lips moved weakly, but he still told about his discovery.

"This village is the real secret. The proof of the ancient sin of the hunters!"

"It has always fed the nightmares of hunters."

Simon's words were like weak and vague babbles in sleep, full of emotion after learning the truth.

"Our ancestors made mistakes, and this mistake has been implicated in our descendants. It's enough. It's really enough. We have suffered too much. We can't bear it anymore."

Lan En grasped the key point from Simon's dying words: "Those hunter ancestors, what mistake did they make? Did they just massacre this small fishing village?"

Although Lan En showed no mercy to the old hunters who participated in the massacre, to be fair, could just massacring a small fishing village where the villagers mutated into fishmen really trigger such a terrifying, deep, and lasting nightmare?

"Their crime was not only the massacre of this small fishing village!"

At this point, Simon, who was basically in a dying state, seemed to take his last breath and grabbed Lan En's forearm armor with a sudden 'snap'.

There were no eyes on his face wrapped in dirty bandages, only his trembling lips showing his excitement.

"The target of this Healing Church hunting is one—the Son of God!"

Even Lan En, who is well-informed and has traveled through many worlds, couldn't help but shrink his pupils in front of this sentence.

Son of God.

It is the dream of all the ancient gods to give birth to their own divine son.

Everything that happened in Yharnam, the horrific omens and irreversible tragedies, were all due to the ancient gods' dreams of longing for the Son of God, and the jealousy that prevented other ancient gods from obtaining the Son of God.

The desires and jealousies of the ancient gods were intertwined, affecting the desires and jealousies of humans, and finally formed such a big mess!

And now, Simon said, there is already a Son of God here? !