Chapter 1448: The Brutal Priest

Chapter 1448: Chapter 1411: The Brutal Priest

Special techniques and methods resulted in an entirely abnormal amount of blood loss.

Although sticking a hand into someone’s body is already quite dramatic, it’s not unimaginable. After all, with the right gloves, it’s not too difficult.

But this brutal and exaggerated amount of blood loss…

Originating from the unique hunting techniques of the Yan Nan Hunters, as soon as they appeared before people’s eyes, the calm that forcibly suppressed and yet couldn’t completely hide its hint of madness completely controlled the chaotic scene.

The distrust between humans and non-human races, the tense chaos making everyone anxious in sudden danger…

These normally maddening mental issues all vanished the moment the Yan Nan Hunters started their actions.

Or rather, it shouldn’t be called ‘vanished’, but suppressed.

Mental disorders come in different levels.

Patients with mild hyperactivity, in the face of a real Ogre, would be as quiet as a quail.

The tall figure appearing with the distant and gloomy ringing bell indeed seems to be helping them.

Yet even from the perspective of a recipient of help, this figure is truly… deeply unsettling.

And the brutal actions have not yet ended.

The massive spray of blood from the attacker’s lower back has coated the tall figure behind them in a sticky layer of blood.

The blood glistens on the black coat.

And the hand already thrust into the lower back suddenly draws horizontally!

A ‘tear’ sound that makes one’s heart tremble—a sound of flesh tearing!

The horizontally drawing claws almost ripped a human head-sized gap horizontally in the attacker’s lower back!

Organs, the bones beneath flesh and blood, and that characteristic, even more, gushing blood!

Before this moment, these craftsmen could hardly imagine blood spraying from a human body like water splashed from a bucket!

The thick blood even sprayed all the way to the opposite side of the street!

The violent and exaggerated, gloomy yet silent atmosphere enveloped, causing those on the brink of losing sanity to retreat, trying desperately to get away from the site of this violent scene.

Sanity returned.

The rioting, self-harming crowd quieted down.

After all, they were just a bunch of frightened craftsmen.

And amidst this sudden fright and resulting calmness, the well-trained and prepared attackers were prominently revealed like reefs after the tide receded.

With fewer attackers around him, Ged was the first to turn his sword, and with a ‘thrust,’ he stuck it into the man holding one of his arms with a Magic Sleeve!

Without other limits from attackers, he himself was also equivalent to having Ged hold one hand.

Facing a fully armed Bear Demon Hunter alone, with one hand tied with his… the difference between advantages and disadvantages, life and death switched instantly.

The advantageous siege situation collapsed in an instant!

The Advanced Bear School Steel Sword, adopting a flame-shaped design, with its snake-like winding blade and magical effects during forging, easily made enemies bleed uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, Belengar, having an injured thigh in the distance, put away indiscriminate Alchemy Bombs and turned to take down a delicate crossbow from the hook on his back.

The crossbow arrow, already stringed, ‘whoosh’ shot towards the distance, followed by a scream from afar.

In the blink of an eye, chaos was calmed.

And for those who participated in the battle like Ged and Belengar in protective roles, calming the chaos was indeed a great help.

With no internal disruption, they could fully exert their abilities.

Not to mention the helper here, who wasn’t just assisting in quelling the chaos.

“Kara La!”

The teeth-grinding sound of bones snapping, mixed with sprays of blood and the sound of flesh tearing.

An old-looking great axe, with its grip wrapped in yellowed, dirty rags!

Chopped down from the attacker’s left shoulder vertically!

Ripping through flesh, shattering bones, penetrating the chest! Lastly, the axe blade awkwardly pulled out amidst the resisting bone shards.

Simple yet fierce, direct techniques.

Two minutes later, Ged, relying on his Quen Rune and Heavy Armor, stood his ground, dueling with the distant crossbowmen.

The Bear School equipment indeed included a matching crossbow, though Lann initially, because of the excellent control of Alder’s Rune.

Resulting in his rune-projected projectiles being far more powerful than crossbow bolts, he never paid attention to them. But the full set of equipment Belengar made for Ged was complete.

Screams sounded from afar, and the craftsmen, regaining their sanity, peeked and tried to climb up from the ground.

This sudden but planned and prepared attack has now been completely thwarted.

“Damn! Damn!”

Ged helped up Belengar, who was shot in the thigh, the old Demon Hunter cursed through gritted teeth due to the pain.

Only now did the two have the chance to take a good look at the helper who had entered the battle at such a crucial moment.

He wore nothing that could be called armor in the eyes of a Demon Hunter, just a thick, sturdy trench coat.

A white scarf embroidered with gold silk hung around his neck, and atop his head was a wide-brimmed hat from many years past.

Belengar had only seen such a wide-brimmed hat in Vesemir’s private collection.

The man across from them, holding a great axe dripping with blood and a mix of flesh, walked toward them with a Hunter’s Trumpet Gun in his other hand.

Ged didn’t recognize the Yan Nan Hunter’s Trumpet Gun, but Belengar had seen the Investigation Team’s light and heavy crossbow cannons in the New Continent, so he could roughly guess it was a similar ranged weapon.

Craftsmen now no longer distinguish between humans and non-human races.

They found themselves in a dilemma, wanting to seek security near the Demon Hunters but also wanting to keep their distance due to the man approaching with an axe in one hand and a strange weapon in the other.

Although now calm and observing the situation, it was evident that the person was here to help.

However, the hunting method of the Yan Nan Hunters was simply too… shocking for ordinary people.

Even in local Yan’an, hunters execute their hunts during quiet times alone to avoid frightening the Yan Nan people.

Not to mention ordinary people outside of Yan’an.

Just the aftermath of those hunts left many craftsmen turning their heads away intentionally, not daring to look as they passed.

“I’m Gascogne, are you friends of Lann too?”

Unexpectedly, Ged and Belengar noticed the person did not resemble their imagined vicious and potentially psychotic appearance.

On the contrary, Gascogne, formerly a priest, was courteous and polite in speech, presenting quite a contrast to the ruthless image of someone who had just inflicted a [Vital Organ Strike] causing a spray of blood.

This left the two Demon Hunters a bit stunned.

“Also?” Belengar captured the crucial information and asked after realizing.

Upon receiving Gascogne’s nod of acknowledgment, he let out a sigh of relief.

“Damn.” The old Demon Hunter sighed and cursed, “I knew Lann couldn’t possibly let something happen tonight without being prepared.”

“But I’m the unlucky one who got shot!”

“It’s because you’re old.” Ged retorted mercilessly, “Your reaction and observation skills have slowed, and you refuse to wear thick enough armor.”

As he spoke, Ged mercilessly pulled out the arrow still stuck in Belengar’s thigh!

The old Demon Hunter was about to turn and curse him but suddenly froze as the pain widened his eyes and contorted his face in agony, unable to make a sound.

Gascogne, blindfolded, remained expressionless, while Ged took the opportunity to retrieve a bottle of [Swallow] from Belengar’s Wolf School Armor Potion Bag and forced it down him.

Upon seeing the [Swallow] Magic Potion, Gascogne nodded, “Indeed, you are friends of Lann.”

Then, with a smile on his masked face, he turned towards Ged and said, “Advanced Bear School Armor? Definitely thick and sturdy.”

“Oh? You know about it?” Ged hammered his fist on his chest armor, producing two muffled thuds.

“I wore it for a while, a remnant from Lann. It was of great help.”

“No doubt,” Ged nodded with some pride, then patted the face of Belengar as blood vessels began to show signs of toxic accumulation, “The so-called Bear School armor we boast about is mostly thanks to him. Hey, the set you used might even be crafted by him!”

“No, not me.” Belengar spoke through clenched teeth after the excruciating pain subsided, “He hadn’t changed armor many times, the set you have might be from the time he lost it? It was from his teacher.”

“I later heard the same.” Gascogne nodded thoughtfully, “His teacher must have greatly appreciated and cared for him.”

Belengar and Ged’s expressions stiffened, speechless and staring at Gascogne.

“But speaking of which…” Gascogne suddenly looked helpless, turning the axe towards his back, “Could you have another friend stop ringing the bell?”

The distant and eerie bell continued ringing non-stop.

Ged and Belengar looked past Gascogne to the back.

Sure enough, under the flickering firelight, a dwarf with a red beard was peeking around, clad in robes and an outer garment, holding a bell and continuously ringing it.

After the two Demon Hunters waved to him, the dwarf cautiously moved closer but didn’t stop ringing.

Once by Gascogne’s side, he deliberately made a small circle before approaching Ged and Belengar.

“What’s going on? Did you bring this person, Shilton?”

Belengar asked.

“How should I know?!” Shilton, who had fought for years in a dwarf banking family in the human world, blurted out in the dwarf dialect.

“I just shook the bell Lann gave me, and this person suddenly appeared! I briefly explained the situation to him, and then quickly came to help!”