The Creators: From Night City

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"Forgive me, but there's really no way to bring this to justice..."

He suddenly stopped speaking halfway through his sentence.

Father Gascoigne simultaneously grabbed the hunting axe from the table. The two old hunters exchanged a glance, both looking solemnly out the window.

Chapter 823 Bloodthirsty Beast

On the empty street, heavy footsteps suddenly rang out, accompanied by the scraping sound of something heavy being dragged on the ground.

The footsteps were quite unique, consisting of four sounds, but they didn't sound like an animal running. Instead, one sound was light and the other heavy, as if someone was crawling forward and making the sounds unconsciously due to their enormous weight.

Henrik's expression was frighteningly cold. He approached the window to look out, prepared for the worst, but then suddenly turned back to look at his old friend.

The reality was just as bad as he had guessed.

"Damn it, it's a Bloodthirsty Beast!"

Father Gascoigne's expression immediately changed.

"Weren't they all eliminated? The remaining few were imprisoned in the ruins of Old Yharnam. How could they appear here?"

Henrik was equally curious, and even more puzzled.

The Bloodthirsty Beast, as its name suggests, is a ferocious beast that is extremely sensitive to blood.

Initially, it was not native to Yharnam, but rather an invasive species that invaded the old city of Yharnam. At that time, its terrifying reputation was not yet so well-known. However, it was also infected by the plague when the 'Beastification Disease' broke out on a large scale in the old city of Yharnam, and thus gained an extremely powerful boost in strength.

It was also one of the key factors that led the Healing Church to close off Old Yharnam and choose to burn the city.

The old hunter Henrik was a participant in the event.

The two hunters' clothes were already soaked in blood, and the incense in the room was almost burned out.

Given their abnormal sense of smell for blood, it was a certainty that they would discover their presence.

So even though the bloodthirsty beast was far from Father Gascoigne's house, the two old hunters resolutely rushed out of the house, ready to confront it head-on.

Whether the Bloodthirsty Beast originated from humans is a topic of ongoing debate within the Healing Church. Although there is no definitive answer to date, it does not prevent it from looking very much like a rubber man torn apart by five horses.

The Bloodthirsty Beast has incredibly long and thin limbs, and when it stands, it is six or seven meters tall. However, it usually crawls on the ground and moves forward like a vicious dog.

Despite its great height, it was abnormally thin, almost skin and bones; from a distance, it looked like a skeleton wrapped in animal skin.

Its entire body is covered with a layer of long black fur, which turns bright red after it has hunted enough prey and drunk its fill of blood.

Its sharp claws and beetle-like fangs are its hunting weapons, but its face is like a hybrid of a human and a dog, with two large ears that can almost reach the ground, making it look quite bizarre.

However, to be fair, what beast in Yharnam isn't curious?

Although the Bloodthirsty Beast had large ears, its hearing wasn't particularly sensitive. However, its keen sense of blood allowed it to accurately detect the bloody scent emanating from the two old hunters from dozens of meters away.

"Tsk, if only I had a Blood Cocktail on me, I could just toss it aside and make sure I could escape safely," Henrik complained.

Father Gascoigne ignored his old friend's complaints, used his arms to pull the mechanism, and extended the hunting axe in his hand into a two-handed axe. He stood in front of Henrik, ready to act as the main attacker.

As an 'outsider,' he was chosen by the Healing Church to become a hunter because of his extraordinary physical strength.

Battle is imminent.

When the Bloodthirsty Beast runs, it's no different from a vicious dog, except that its massive size gives it a powerful impact.

Hunters in Yharnam typically do not carry shields and their fighting style mainly involves high-speed dodging and counter-attacking or simply trading blows.

This is because the prey they hunt are usually 'superhumanly strong', far beyond the realm of humans, and shields are not effective in blocking their attacks; on the contrary, they would be a burden.

This is also why hunters' uniforms are usually made primarily of leather, rather than using a lot of metal.

The Bloodthirsty Beast's attack was like that of a mindless wild beast. When it rushed close to the priest, it pounced and swung its claws, extending its ten-centimeter-long claws in a posture like a tiger descending a mountain, enveloping its prey.

Unfortunately, it was facing an old hunter who had survived countless brutal battles.

Crouching low and using his calves to push off, the priest's top hat almost grazed the Bloodthirsty Beast's claws.

As he dodged to the side, his arms, thicker than a normal person's, swung the long-handled axe, nearly as tall as a person, horizontally in a wide arc and chopped it down on the opponent's right hind thigh.

There were no screams, not even any blood.

Twisted beasts like the Bloodthirsty Beast seem to have no feeling of pain; when attacked, they immediately twist their slender waists and perform a 'backflip'.

The old hunter was prepared and continued forward without looking back, as if he had anticipated this move.

Henrik, on the other hand, flanked from the other side, extending his saw knife and slashing at the opponent's shoulder blade. The saw teeth embedded in the opponent's body sawed a long, dry wound as he dragged the knife along.

The wound had the skin and flesh turned inside out, but no blood was flowing out, as if there was no blood in the other person's body at all.

However, such an attack was nothing more than a minor mosquito bite to this wild beast.

Being attacked seemed to have no effect on it at all; hesitation and fear seemed to be absent from its chaotic mind.

The counterattack came almost immediately following the old hunter's attack.

It spread its arms, its thin, long arms covering most of the street. Its seemingly emaciated legs suddenly exerted force, bursting out with a speed comparable to a cheetah's sprint, directly covering both enemies with its claw shadows.

However, this kind of attack with a clear wind-up was absolutely impossible to hit the two veteran hunters, but this was only the beginning.

Despite having little muscle, the Bloodthirsty Beast's thin body seemed tireless, clawing at the two like a mad dog, constantly compressing their space to dodge with its attacks.

This tactic is extremely effective.

Despite the priest's best efforts to dodge, he was quickly injured by the opponent's nearly two-meter arm span.

The thick leather jacket and the metal wires woven inside were nothing to his claws; with just a slight touch, a long gash was left on his shoulder.

Fresh blood instantly flowed from the wound.

In an instant, the Bloodthirsty Beast smelled the scent of blood and became even more ferocious.

Its two sharp claws swung like a flesh-and-blood rotary tiller, tearing apart everything in its path—the stone ground, wooden buildings, carts, coffins, lampposts, railings—before rushing straight at Gascoigne.

During this time, Henrik used his saw knife to almost completely alter the Bloodthirsty Beast's rear end with a cross-shaped cut, but to no avail.

When the opponent fights, they are like a mad dog, completely disregarding their own injuries and never backing down because of being hurt. Unless they are dead, they will relentlessly attack.

The rogue tactics, combined with the opponent's seemingly thin but actually steel-like body, drove the priest to the brink of despair in just a few rounds.

Chapter 824 Ancient God Hunter

But the priest had encountered this desperate situation dozens of times before. Without hesitation, he ducked and crashed into the other man's arms, managing to escape the encirclement by tearing half of his back to a bloody mess.

A large amount of blood gushed from the wound, but the priest, as if it were commonplace, took out a vial of blood and plunged it into his shoulder.

The wound stopped bleeding instantly and began to heal rapidly.

"It's gotten to the point of drawing blood, this is going to be tough," Henrik said gravely, standing guard beside his old friend.

There are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names.

Similarly, the reason it is called the Bloodthirsty Beast is because of its extreme thirst for blood and the powerful boost to combat strength that comes from consuming blood.

The blood stained the sharp claws seemed to soak into a sponge, being rapidly absorbed by the bloodthirsty beast, causing its emaciated body to swell almost imperceptibly.

Compared to their growing strength, the two veteran hunters were most troubled by their opponent's increasingly ferocious fighting style after drawing blood.

"The best way to hit it is with fire, but unfortunately I didn't bring my flamethrower." Henrik felt regret for the second time.

The priest handed a piece of enchanted fire paper, produced by the Hunter's Workshop, to his companion.

With their families right behind them, the two hunters had no intention of retreating from the start.

Even if the battle situation is extremely difficult, there is no other way but to fight to the death.

The battle between hunters and beasts was practically no different from slaughtering each other.

In just a few rounds, the blood of the two old hunters splattered all over the street, and the fur on the Bloodthirsty Beast was fully soaked in blood, but the price was that one of its forelimbs was cut off by the two of them together.

"I'm out of blood collection bottles."

During a lull in the fighting, the priest calmly recounted the harsh reality to his companions.

"I have one more." The old hunter's inventory was also nearly depleted after the day's continuous consumption.

The blood collection vials with such miraculous healing effects cannot be made from just anyone's blood; they can only be produced by blood saints specially cultivated by the 'Healing Church'.

At the same time, the 'purity' of the blood also affects the therapeutic effect.

"Then we'll really have to fight tooth and nail from here on out."

The priest remained unwavering, charging forward with his long-handled axe as always, fearless in the face of death.

But from the side of the street came commotion outside the battle, and a ball of orange light suddenly appeared on the roof.

The Bloodthirsty Beast stared intently at its prey, but the two with keen senses immediately noticed the change in the situation.

"Get out of the way!"

A dark shadow, carrying the force of wind and thunder, crashed down from the rooftop.

In mid-air, a chilling 'thump-thump' sound, like lightning in a clear sky, suddenly rang out.

A strange-looking serrated longsword was cleaved directly across the neck of the Bloodthirsty Beast by the sudden intruder. With the roar of the miniature motor, the rapidly spinning monomolecular chainsaw quickly gnawed into the beast's steel-hard cervical vertebrae.

In an instant, bone fragments and fur scraps flew everywhere.

Even a bloodthirsty beast cannot ignore such an attack. It managed to escape the enemy's attack by rolling and crawling, at the cost of having half of its neck ripped open.

The chainsaw sword, held in the newcomer's hand, was still growling softly. In just one exchange, its overwhelming destructive power drew the attention of all three present.

This is a deadly weapon that is both elegant and cruel. The chainsaw blades are designed in the shape of dripping black iron feathers, the handle is made of a metal with an ivory-like color, and the handguard is carved into the shape of a small, soaring raven wing.

The wounded, bloodthirsty beast grew even more frenzied, its long ears swung high into the air as it lunged at its attacker.

The newcomer raised an enormous double-barreled explosive pistol and, at precise moment, almost directly shoved it into the Bloodthirsty Beast's ugly face, a blend of human and dog.

"boom!"

It was less like gunfire and more like thunderclaps.

The explosive burst of flames blasted the opponent back to their original position, and the solidified mercury fragments from the explosion struck the nun-style visor on the opponent's face, which showed a sorrowful expression, with a clanging sound.

Exquisite boots trod across the stone streets, and despite being clad in heavy armor, the opponent managed to reach a speed that even a Bloodthirsty Beast couldn't match.

Without any fancy techniques, the ornate yet slightly slender chainsaw sword emitted a terrifying sound effect like a death shriek as it struck the bloodthirsty beast's cratered forehead directly.

Although it is read as a chainsaw sword, this weapon should actually be called a chainsaw machete. It is no different from other chainsaw swords, except that one side has serrations, while the other side is completely sealed to increase the stability of the chainsaw when it is running at high speed.

So when the attacker encountered resistance in advancing the chainsaw sword, he did not hesitate to press his left hand, which was holding the gun, onto the back of the blade and press down with all his might.

Turbid brain matter mixed with stark white bone fragments splattered everywhere.

The Bloodthirsty Beast howled madly, its one arm scratching incessantly at the attacker, trying to make it give up the attack.

However, the sharp claws could not penetrate the seemingly thin armor defenses. Instead, they provoked the opponent to become even more ruthless, pressing down with their entire weight.

Without a stalemate, the roaring chainsaw sword took only two breaths to deeply gnaw into the opponent's deformed skull, sawing it in half.

The body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The Bloodthirsty Beast's scratching had long since turned into involuntary twitching.

However, the newcomer did not choose to stop. Instead, he did what any experienced hunter would do: he used his chainsaw sword to first saw off the other's neck, and then decisively severed the other's limbs before stopping.

But that wasn't the end of it. The other person took a lantern from their waist, held it in their hand, and raised it above their head. The light shone brightly, illuminating half the street.

Only when the massive Bloodthirsty Beast was completely illuminated by the light, and a phantom cloud of smoke rose up, did the other party finally feel relieved.

Only then, by the light of the lanterns, did the two hunters see each other's attire clearly.

The newcomer was dressed in extremely ornate attire, wearing a set of black armor in the style of an extremely luxurious Victorian mourning dress. Apart from the main body of the armor, which clearly showed a metallic sheen, a large amount of special material, like hardened obsidian, was used to create an exaggerated skirt armor, a high neckline, and a tight waist, making the entire set of armor look like a long black steel dress.

The armor was covered with thick black velvet and matte silk as decoration, while the shoulder armor was adorned with intricate and exquisite dark silver carvings and each was inlaid with a blood-drop-shaped ruby.

The most eye-catching feature is the backpack on the back, which serves as the energy center. It is shaped like a casket and emits a whooshing airflow as it dissipates heat.

The ornate yet unsettling visor was removed by the other party, and the familiar face made Henrik gasp in surprise.

"It's you!"

"Good evening, Henrik. An eye for an eye, we're even now."

"It is a crow that has been reclassified as an Ancient God Hunter," it said.

Chapter 825 The Bright Moon Hangs High