Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 998 980. Crush the ‘biscuit’

Just as the little girl let out a shrill and frightened cry, the car owner himself was pinned in the mud and watched helplessly as his daughter was pinned down by a group of deserters and robbers on the road.

"Are you going to do it?"

A calm and hoarse voice appeared from not far away.

Two witchers came here.

Geralt asked Lan En next to him.

The demon hunter had clearly arrived at the scene of the incident, but his tone was as relaxed as if he was aloof from the incident. Many people present were stunned unconsciously.

Lan En ignored Geralt's words.

His cloak drew a wavy arc in the air, and the man had already gotten off the Qilin's back.

He walked towards the messy road in silence.

The large cloak hung down to his calf, and the cloak that wrapped the whole person did not reveal any emotion.

He said nothing, but the hostility was evident.

But several deserters and robbers on the opposite side had no intention of turning around and running away even if they saw such a person walking towards them with hostility.

Because they took narcotic powder.

Lan En knew it just by looking at it.

The pupils are abnormally dilated and excited, and the mucous membranes are irritated, causing uncontrollable runny nose and drooling.

You can't expect a drugged person to maintain even the most basic sanity, right?

The rotten-toothed leader who held the little girl down took out an ax from his belt and charged towards Lan En with a grin.

Apparently, he was also a veteran who had killed many people.

But the closer he got to Lan En, the smaller and thinner he seemed.

The pair of eyes that were too excited to focus under the influence of the drug suddenly stopped after a black shadow flashed for a moment.

A big hand stretched out from under the cloak and clasped the head of the rotten-toothed man.

And when Lan En held the opponent's head firmly with one hand, the hem of the cloak lifted up by his movement did not fall in the air.

It wasn't until the real power came into contact with the fragile body that the head controlled by the anesthetic powder seemed to regain a little sense.

He wanted to swing the ax to chop his arm, but before he could put his idea into action, the severe pain from his head made him scream and drop the ax in his hand regardless, and instead he grabbed the palm of his head.

But Lan En's power is no longer on the same level as ordinary people.

What the Primaris Space Marines call 'crushing a human skull with the palm of their hand' really means crushing a human skull with just the palm of their hand, a muscle that is not suitable for squeezing or even exerting force. .

And when they thought about it, what would be the effect of pressing on a human skull with fingers that were actually meant for a hard grip?

——It’s almost like a biscuit.

"Uhhhhh!"

The screams were no different from those of the donkey cart driver he killed just now, and even a little more miserable.

Lan En's fingers tightened, and Leader Rotten Tooth could clearly feel that the structure of his skull was approaching the limit of endurance.

In the end, the person who was struggling wildly on Lan En's arm suddenly became weak after a dull 'click', leaving only occasional twitching.

Lan En did not crush his head. There seemed to be old injuries on his head, which caused uneven force.

Lan En's thumb and index finger took the lead in pinching into his head, leaving a two-finger dent in his skull.

But the depression of two fingers on the skull is enough to kill someone.

The corpse fell from Lan En's hand and fell into the mud with a "slap".

There are a total of five deserters and robbers in this group. They don't seem to have taken as many drugs as the leader with rotten teeth. After all, the leader will keep the most anesthetic powder for himself.

After understanding the gap and witnessing death, they finally began to flee.

But the result is the same.

Lan En's left hand moved five times, and five [Alder's Seals] inspired five projectiles, which opened holes in their bodies from a distance of tens of meters.

There is no surprise, they are just a group of ordinary robbers, without extraordinary powers or weird spells.

Geralt watched calmly as Lan En effortlessly killed a group of deserters and robbers, but when Lan En approached the girl who had been pressed down just now, he sighed softly.

Killing people is not difficult at all for people like them.

Geralt was never worried about what happened just now.

His confirmation before Lan En took action was just to persuade him.

For ordinary civilians who have never killed anyone, the demon hunter who saved them may be terrifying in their eyes.

The civilians who had just been frightened saw those inhuman cat eyes and the murderer stained with blood.

The first reaction of most of them was not to be grateful, but to scream hysterically and run away in the aftermath of panic.

Looking at Lann approaching the little girl, Geralt was waiting for that scene to happen.

When the father and daughter saw Lan En, they were as frightened as if they were seeing a monster, and ran away shouting.

Then he would pat his horse and come forward to comfort this powerful but still young demon hunter.

Geralt shook his head. Is this considered a rule of thumb? !

Suddenly, Geralt, who was silent behind him, opened his eyes wide, as if he had encountered a night demon.

He stared blankly at the messy muddy ground in the distance.

Lan En bent down and pulled the girl up from the ground. The girl looked indeed frightened, but in front of Lan En, who was bending down.

In front of that 'giant' who was tall enough to make people feel oppressive, he didn't lose his mind at all.

Although she cowered and sobbed without saying a word, she never screamed to stay away from the witcher as if to stay away from the monster.

The same goes for the car owner who was pressed to the ground just now.

Geralt watched dumbly for a while while Lann helped the surviving father and daughter pull the donkeys, collect the bodies of the donkey cart driver, and some sellable goods.

Finally, the owner of the car took Lan En's hand, bowed repeatedly, and led the donkey forward along the road.

It wasn't until Lan En returned to Qilin's back as if he had done something trivial and started walking forward again that Geralt came back to his senses in confusion.

"You look like you've seen a day spirit at night, Geralt. What happened?"

Lan En asked him calmly.

Geralt pursed his lips and waited for a while before responding to him.

"It was my first time to go out to make money after becoming a demon hunter, and I also encountered what happened just now."

"Then what? Did you show off your talents?"

It can be seen that Lan is quite interested in Geralt's past affairs.

"No." It was Geralt himself, with a dull voice.

"The beginning is pretty much the same. A deserter gangster who blocks the road wants money, food, and preferably a woman, no matter how old she is. Or not, as long as there is a hole where he can relax."

"There are always people like this in any age or place. Of course, there are also victims, the farmer and his daughter who were stopped."

"The accident happened after I killed their leader."

"The girl's father ran away with the attackers, and the girl was covered in the blood of the leading man. She vomited and was hysterical. When I walked over, she was even more frightened and fainted."

Geralt turned his head and looked at Lan En, who seemed to be completely unmoved. He was really just listening to the story with great interest.

"Since then, I have allowed myself to listen more to the voice of reason in my heart and rarely get involved in that kind of thing anymore."

"Oh?" Lan En heard what Geralt meant, but he didn't care. Instead, he asked with a smile. "Is this the wisdom passed down from Kaer Morhen?"

"Yes." Geralt said bluntly.

"Vesemir warned me over and over again in Kaer Morhen not to be involved in this kind of thing, not to play a wandering knight or to uphold the law. Don't show off your skills, just work for money."

"But I wasn't even fifty miles away when I got into the fray like a fool. Do you know why? I want that girl to weep with joy and kiss the hands of her savior, while her father falls to his knees in gratitude."

Lan En didn't react at all and just spoke calmly.

"Then you are disappointed. The rejection of the witcher and the fear of escaping death overwhelm the gratitude. That's not what the storybooks and poems say, right? But it's more than that."

"You feel disgusted by your actions of 'rescuing people in an attempt to gain gratitude and honor'. This feeling is even stronger after the rescued person screams and runs away."

Geralt nodded, but then Lan En changed the subject.

"But I don't find it disgusting. Maybe it's because we have different ideas, Geralt? I never bother with that. In my eyes, doing good is doing good. It's completely reasonable to be grateful and rewarded for it."

"I just want to stop things that I can't stand happening. After I'm done, I don't care whether the father and daughter are grateful or run away."

Geralt looked at the young man next to him, and finally smiled and shook his head.

"Yes, that's the kind of person you are. No one except this kind of 'fool' would immerse themselves in the war."

"Come on, let's be honest. Did the girl see your face under the hood and didn't run away screaming?"

"That's one thing." Lan En said with a smile, "If you were as attractive when you were young as you are now, maybe that girl wouldn't be scared away by you?"

Geralt shook his head helplessly.

He also knew that he was relatively attractive among the demon hunters, he was calm, handsome, strong, and had a sophisticated and reliable temperament.

Many women looking for excitement, even sorceresses, were interested in him.

But his charm is different from Lan En's beauty.

That is a face that makes you lose consciousness just by looking at it.

"On the other hand?" Geralt didn't want to talk about this topic anymore and simply turned around. "The man can't be because of this, right?"

And when it came to this, Lan En's voice, which was still slightly smiling, became a little subtle.

"Yeah. It's not because of this."

"What?" Geralt also heard something was wrong.

"The father recognized my identity the first time he got up from the ground and said, 'Heroes are here to save us.'"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

There was an interested click from under Lan En's hood.

Geralt also raised his eyebrows, realizing something was wrong.