Cleric Beast
[Cleric Beast]
It is said to have mutated from an overly beast-like clergyman, and is generally the first formidable enemy encountered by hunters who have just entered Yharnam.
Its enormous size and twisted, furry body perfectly fit all the stereotypes people have of wild beasts, as if this is what a beast-type monster should look like.
The skull, which no longer resembled a human, was covered with curved horns, giving it a demonic appearance. No matter how you looked at it, it had nothing to do with the word "clergy".
What's terrifying is that its body was already so huge, but its left hand swelled up even more, and it could smash a sturdy carriage with a single claw.
It would look even more powerful if it could catch fire.
"My bad feeling has come true."
Fan En's intuition told him that when he noticed the werewolves were afraid to approach the area, he guessed that something strange must be hidden on the bridge. Maybe it was a potion to repel monsters, or a defensive fortification. It couldn't possibly be a more powerful monster, as was the usual explanation.
It really was an even stronger monster!
He thought this underground city wouldn't use this kind of trick!
"Even if I'm not afraid, how could I possibly defeat that kind of monster by myself?"
Fortunately, the Cleric Beast crashed on the other side of the bridge, seemingly guarding the place and preventing anyone from passing. The distance between the man and the beast was quite far, and even if the other party ran over, it would take him a while, enough time for him to escape!
That's what Fan En was thinking. As soon as the thought popped into his head, he quickly turned around and looked behind him, taking a step forward.
Then he saw the white mist.
"Hey, what's this?"
Suddenly, a white mist appeared out of nowhere, blocking the door he had come through.
Upon closer inspection, it seems that the exit of the bridge on the other side is also blocked by a similar white mist. Is this some kind of magic?
His body, which had shot out like an arrow, was unstoppable. With a determined heart, Fan En accelerated and crashed into the white mist, while his right hand gripped the Saw Cleaver to deal with the werewolves lurking outside.
"Thump!"
A strangely pleasant impact sound rang out.
Fan En's vision went black, and he felt dizzy and disoriented because he had crashed headfirst into it.
It was at this moment that he discovered that the fog was actually hard!
The Fog Gate may appear passable, but it actually forms an impenetrable and solid wall!
Why would Fog Gate appear on his retreat route? Without a doubt, it was there to block him and prevent him from escaping.
When he realized this, Fan En shuddered, not out of fear, but out of anger.
"Was it really necessary to go this far?!"
If the earliest adventurers of the Zane Dungeon were here, they would probably be very happy to see his various embarrassing moments, as if they were watching themselves back then.
They stepped into every pitfall they could!
"Did they assume I would run away?"
He gritted his teeth, revealing a fierce expression, and bravely turned to face the Cleric Beast, shouting as if to bolster his courage:
"Then I'll show you how I slaughter monsters in this dungeon!"
That's right, that's the kind of presence you need to maintain! Gong Qiying found it amusing.
It's unclear what the underground city is thinking, but Fan En is now essentially backed into a corner. He has to take a desperate gamble. His eyes quickly search the bridge for anything usable. Being able to make good use of the terrain to do the seemingly impossible is a must-learn skill for any hunter.
The Cleric Beast's position didn't seem to have moved much, giving him a few seconds to think!
The bridge wasn't very wide; the Cleric Beast alone almost blocked the bridge, not to mention the scattered debris such as broken carriages, strangely posed statues, and gnawed corpses. These things had a far greater negative impact on the battle than a positive one.
Could we use the damaged carriage to block the attack? Are there any places to grab onto under the bridge? If I jump off the bridge to avoid the attack and then jump back up to attack the enemy, and repeat this process, what would happen?
His brain was racing, but before Fan En could figure it out himself, he noticed that the Cleric Beast in the distance had made a noticeable movement.
The opponent's forward momentum was strange; he was using his abnormally large left hand to grip the ground as he moved forward, as if it were the most powerful part of his body. Wait, why did he stop? Why is his left arm bent? Is he gathering strength?
"Thump!"
The Cleric Beast suddenly exerted force with its left arm, propelling itself into the sky and transforming into a large shadow that loomed over Fan En's head. In the blink of an eye, it closed the distance between the two, getting closer and closer until it was about to crash down!
"There's even a way to jump like that!?"
In a panic, Fan En lunged forward, narrowly avoiding the sudden impact. Only when he lay flat on the ground could he feel how violently the bridge was shaking, which gave him a clearer understanding of the terrifying power of the Cleric Beast.
Time didn't give him a moment to be stunned. Just as he was about to get up, his movements were a beat too slow. Suddenly, he was grabbed by the other "normal" arm of the Cleric Beast and flung across the bridge, slamming hard against the wall.
"Pfft—"
A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth. Without thinking, he plunged the Blood Vial into his body, not even daring to confirm the extent of his internal injuries. He inserted the needle twice in a row!
"Awooo!"
The Cleric Beast charged forward, its hands gripping the ground, its bloodthirsty eyes almost crushing anyone who looked at it. Its aggression was truly as powerful as that of a wild beast, leaving no chance for its enemy to catch its breath.
In Fan En's eyes, the charging monster was far more terrifying than the whale monsters he had seen when he was a child at sea!
He quickly scrambled behind the nearest sculpture, only to hear a rumbling sound and countless fragments of stone flying at him, causing his muscles to ache in waves. Fortunately, the sculpture in Yanan was sturdy enough!
"Bang! Bang!"
Two shots rang out. He fired two shots haphazardly into the dust cloud kicked up by the Cleric Beast, then ran back without looking back, hoping to create some distance before he could think of more tactics.
A shadow swept across the horizon, and the enormous monster crashed down in front of them once again.
Seeing the Cleric Beast descend upon him in the same manner, Fan En was stunned.
But he raised his hand and slashed twice at the other's bent legs. He felt the hardness of cutting through steel, but blood spurted out. He was able to hurt this guy!
The next second, he was sent flying like a sack of potatoes, rolling twice on the ground before coming to a stop.
"Again!"
Fan En immediately got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and revealed a smile that suggested he was addicted to fighting.
Being a hunter is a profession that requires both courage and wisdom.
They need wisdom to find prey, set traps, track prey, and protect themselves; there are many things to consider when hunting.
However, when unexpected situations arise during a hunt, such as when the prey breaks through all traps or even threatens the hunter's life.
One must use courage to Deathmatch with the prey.
Fan En was initially intimidated by the Cleric Beast's frightening appearance; its wild form and piercing screams were indeed intimidating. However, when he realized that he could harm the Cleric Beast, even by causing it to bleed slightly, he remembered his identity as a hunter.
After he got up, he pretended to run away, and the Cleric Beast indeed repeated the "Flying Down and Smashing" command.
However, he quickly turned and retreated, successfully dodging the downward blow without even swaying his body.
Two more blows landed on the monster, instantly creating wounds on its thin back.
However, there was less bleeding on the back, so it seemed that this was not a weak point. Fan En noted this down, Saw Cleaver in his hand "cracked" and deformed. Taking advantage of the distance, while dodging the Cleric Beast's backhand swipe, he lightly hooked the serrated edge onto the opponent's left arm.
Next, all he had to do was grip the Saw Cleaver tightly, because—
The Cleric Beast roared and raised its massive left arm to bring it down, but the Saw Cleaver hooked onto its own left arm! Its movement instead became an aid, cutting itself!
Fan En was thrown into the air, but he flipped in mid-air and landed steadily, a look of surprise on his face, muttering:
"I never expected that the seemingly most intimidating left arm would actually be my weak point."
The left arm felt much better to chop off than the other parts!
Having prepared for battle and identified weaknesses in such a short time, Fan En's combat talent may be even greater than imagined.
He threw the last Molotov cocktail in his arms, and it exploded on the monster. Flames scorched its fur. This Molotov Cocktail caused more damage than the previous blows.
"No wonder hunters like to burn monsters with fire; this is the wisdom of our ancestors."
As Fan En watched the increasingly ferocious Cleric Beast charge towards him, he was already planning how to hunt it down the next time he came.
Why next time?
Because he knew he couldn't win this time.
Don't be fooled by his flashy moves and maneuvers; his attacks were fierce, but the damage he dealt was negligible.
Even if Cleric Beast stood still and let him hack away, the priest might not be able to completely kill the beast.
It's too hard, it's really too hard.
Blood therapy strengthened his physique and increased his strength, but it was still not enough for this situation, far from enough!
Even though the Saw Cleaver sharp enough, there wasn't enough power to unleash its full sharpness, Fan En felt as if he had failed the weapon.
"I want even more power."
But I don't know how to improve.
He sighed and ran towards the Cleric Beast. This time, he planned to gather intelligence on the enemy first, so as to make as much preparation as possible for the next hunt.
I wonder if the bridge behind the Cleric Beast will be an exit that will allow me to leave the dungeon after I defeat it.
Fighting, slaughtering, whatever words you use to describe it, Fan En is now giving it his all.
In the midst of the fierce battle, he suddenly remembered the little giant wielding a giant axe. That guy was like Cleric Beast; even when the blade struck him, it wouldn't budge.
Should we try Gun Parry?
Seeing the Cleric Beast raise his left arm, ready to attack, Fan En felt this was a perfect opportunity, perfectly meeting all the conditions required for Gun Parry.
He instinctively slowed his escape and fired a shot at the enemy.
Gunshots rang out at the same time as the sound of something hitting the ground!
Soon after, the Hunter's Dream.
"It really is a case of 'try and you die'."
Having been resurrected, he scratched his head with a helpless expression. The bullets hitting the Cleric Beast were like tickling him; there was no reaction at Gun Parry.
Was it because his Gun Parry skills were lacking, or was it simply impossible to Gun Parry such a massive monster?
Fan En shook his head, he himself was also confused about what was going on.
He suddenly realized that he seemed to have accumulated a lot of Blood Echoes, and even after this resurrection, there were still quite a few left.
"What if we replaced them all with Molotov cocktails?"
Fire should be extremely effective against Cleric Beast, right? If he were to fight with Molotov cocktails all over him, he might be able to find a chance to win?
Thinking this, Fan En walked toward the altar, glancing at the workshop along the way.
Then he froze, because he saw the female Doll.
Doll are nothing special, I'm used to seeing them, but the problem is...
She stood up!
"Hello, kind hunter."
Meeting his gaze, the Doll nodded slightly.