Henrik and Mark, as usual, found a place as a meeting point and gathered before nightfall.
Two young men with not much experience, one became a formal Hunter, and the other joined the Church Hunters.
Although there are not many beastly patients now, the Hunters teaming up would actually cause a waste of defense power and a reduction in the defense area, but no one said much about it.
After meeting, the two merely raised their hands to each other, which counted as a greeting.
Even without saying a word, this was considered an enthusiastic greeting among Yan'an's Hunters.
The moon gradually rose, and the broad moonlight was divided by Yan'an's tall and sharp Gothic architecture spires.
"Same as before."
Henrik said as he moved the wrist holding the meat saw.
The Old Hunters were not used to such improved new weapons, but Henrik felt this thing was far more useful than the old-fashioned weapons.
Mark nodded silently and added fuel to the flamethrower in his hand.
