Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1014 996. Nightmare

Skechie tilted his head and looked at the tall figure coming out of the shadows with confusion.

"That's enough, Mr. Marsh."

Lan En spoke softly under the hood.

"It seems that he really doesn't have any more information, but he has already revealed enough information just now."

Lan En continued to walk forward. For some reason, the person in front of him automatically moved out of the way when he came to him.

"You may go now, Mr. Marsh."

"Hey! Okay, I'll do it now"

"No, don't you know who's in charge here, Marsh?"

Lane, Marsh, and Skechers each spoke one sentence after another.

After hearing Lan En's words, the gangster leader could hardly suppress the joy on his face, and a rotten tooth was exposed from his grinning mouth.

But when he turned around and was about to walk out, the two gangsters standing behind him took out two daggers from their belts at Skechers's signal.

The blade shone brightly in the dim candlelight.

Marsh's face froze.

When he was with Lan En, Lan En put so much pressure on him that he forgot about other pressures.

As a gang member, he forgot about the pressure from his boss.

Skechers watched as two of his men drew their swords to stop Marsh, and then turned to look at the tall figure walking to the center of the room.

Francis' eyes were rolling around at this time. He was keenly aware that the situation seemed not quite right, so when Skechers' pressure changed direction, he led his group of people to move to the side and slowly retreated.

But it's useless no matter how slow you go

"You son of a bitch, Marsh, you brought an outsider into your home today. He's also a fucking idiot who can't tell who is the boss."

Skechers cursed and tried to stand up from the chair.

The gangsters standing next to Lan En also drew their weapons from their waists and crowded towards him.

Among them, the old Munch who betrayed Francis was the most active, and the expression on his face was also the most ferocious.

But before Skechers could finish speaking.

"Bang!!!"

The sound like the bombardment of heavy artillery suddenly exploded in the crowded room.

All the noise and words were silenced by this explosive sound.

The rest of Skechers' cruel words seemed to be choked in his throat, and the fierce expressions on the faces of the gangsters who gathered around seemed to have been pressed on the pause button.

Immediately afterwards there was a sound of viscous liquid falling to the ground, and the sound of the body flopping limply on the floor after losing consciousness.

Even Francis Beland, who quietly led his men back to the side, twitched his whole body like a frightened quail.

A gangster corpse standing next to Lan En.

Where his head had been, there was only a clenched fist.

That fist is hitting. No! It was like a heavy cannon when it blasted out!

The muscles all over the body were tangled, and the Valyrian steel wires on the tendons tightened like springs, and finally released!

After the punch was finished, only the lower jaw was left on the gangster's head.

The soft tongue drooped on the gums below. The blood was pumped up from the aorta in the neck, rushing all the way to a height of more than two meters, and then falling again like raindrops.

Until the corpse, which had lost the integrity of its organs above the lower jaw, collapsed on the wooden floor, with thick blood spreading like oil, no one came back to their senses.

Of course, people die every day in Novigrad, for various reasons and in various places, but...

But there is no such thing!

In his gang's camp, in full view of so many people, he thought he was here to make harsh words or negotiate a deal.

As a result, he killed someone directly within half a second of establishing this concept? !

Or is this the way to go? !

What's happening here? !

Skechers felt like his mind was in chaos as if he had taken anesthetic powder.

On the contrary, it was Francis Beland. His Adam's apple rolled up and down first, looking at the corpse lying at Lan En's feet, which died in a completely abnormal way.

His eyes shifted back and forth between the hideous and supernatural wounds on the corpse and Lan En's body.

Finally, there seemed to be a flash of understanding and surprise in his eyes.

Then, he opened his arms like a hen guarding her young, stopped in front of his men, and pressed them back quickly.

I don't care about hiding my intentions. It would be too damn late.

Francis recognized it!

He recognized who had this characteristic and this power!

So even though Skechie yelled angrily after regaining consciousness, he still suppressed the men behind him and kept retreating.

"Fuck you! Kill him! Francis, wait for me! You run now, and I will kill this bastard later. You will be next! Look where you can run!"

Francis opened his hands and pressed down on his men, who were all leaning against the wall. At this time, they were swallowing their saliva, with cold sweat on their bald heads and did not reply.

run?

If it's really the person I think of, then we don't have to run away!

"Triss, just protect yourself."

Under the hood, Lan En said calmly.

"No problem, honey."

Triss, who was standing at the door, responded easily.

There was an orange-red magic glow on her hands, and the floating spell brought several tables in the room to surround her, and another magic shield was opened inside.

And after a while, the sound of 'Duo Duo Duo' sounded.

That was the sound of crossbow arrows being fired in the dark environment and piercing the tabletop!

This kind of environment with poor lighting and dense and complex people is not suitable for warlocks to enter.

It would be okay if the whole house could be blown up outside, but inside, a crossbow arrow or a dagger poked out of a blind corner could kill a noble warlock.

But for Lan En, whose fighting type is different from that of the Warlock,

Under the hood, the pair of cat eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, using the computing power of the biological intelligence brain to have a panoramic view of the status and situation in the scene.

He didn't even bother to draw his sword in the face of these scum.

"Bang!!!"

Tighten your fist, then blast it out again!

The human body blocked in front of the fist is as fragile as a sugar shell.

The fists of Primaris Space Marines are like hammers to tofu when faced with mortals.

The tall figure suddenly twisted in the flickering candlelight, like a massless demon spirit!

It's just that the demon spirits are holding pale green lanterns and wielding rusty iron swords, so death in their hands is not too ugly.

But every time this black shadow suddenly made a collision and explosion in the crowd.

Blood, crushed meat, and shapeless broken bones. These things were mixed together, and under the impact of the fist, they looked like waves stirred up by hitting the water.

It seemed like the blood-red shock wave was caused by the fist.

It's just that the shock wave is not made of 'air', but human flesh and blood.

Anyone hit head-on by Lan En's fist will have a huge gap in his body very suddenly.

The flesh, flesh and bone fragments given a huge impact will fly out of the body.

The force that reacts back to the fist will be easily absorbed by the strengthened bones and muscles without any impact.

This kind of scene is really terrifying, Lan En knows how to scare a group of mortals to death.

In [Memory Dive], space warriors sometimes deliberately use inefficient but more graphically impactful means to fight and kill.

Their fists are perfect props.

"ah!!!"

Countless people were so frightened that they lost the ability to speak and were left screaming hysterically.

But Lann has no mercy for these people. These gangsters are scum that is worse than even Nilfgaard's army.

The witcher held four people with one hand, and his big hand pushed the stacks of people all the way to the wall.

Fighting hard and trying desperately to escape from the power gap, these people's struggles were uneventful.

Lan En couldn't even stop his steps.

The four of them pushed their hands toward the wall behind them frantically, trying to find a point of strength and use the reaction force to escape.

Excitement and fear caused them to shed a lot of sweat and saliva in a short period of time.

But the cat's eyes under the hood remained calm and cold.

"Bang!!!"

Facing the person at the front, a huge fist hit his chest.

The sound of fists and flesh hitting each other was the first sound.

Immediately afterwards, violent and huge power was passed through one after another. After flowing through the bodies of the four people, there was a 'boom', and cracks spread like spider webs suddenly appeared on the wall behind them.

The wall dust in the cracks shook out and turned into a puff of smoke.

When Lan En pulled out his fist, there was still a line of blood and minced meat on it.

This violent and unreasonable killing method undoubtedly broke the psychological endurance limit of everyone in the Mud Gang in an instant.

No one wanted to die like this, no one thought they would meet such enemies, even if they were gangsters from Novigrad.

Naturally, the organization collapsed.

Originally, the room was filled with aggressive and ruthless gangsters, but now, they are crying and crying just to find a way out of the house alive.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"He's the devil!"

"Fuck! Fuck!"

The commotion inside the house alarmed people in the yard outside.

Skechers had good skills. When Lan smashed the second person with his fist, he had already rushed outside through the window.

After Lan En had thrown five or six punches in the room, the sound of a crossbow being cocked was heard outside the room amid the chaotic and panicked noise.

"Cum inside! Cum quickly!"

There was no trace of calmness in Skechers' voice. Even for a seasoned killer, witnessing the effect of Lan En's fist was a bit too scary.

The leader of the Mud Gang was still covered in mud from the mud he had just jumped out of the window and rolled to the ground. His hair was mixed with sweat and mud and was stuck to his forehead, sides of his face, and even the corners of his mouth.

But he couldn't care about anything anymore.

How could there be such a person?

How could such a person find me?

Obviously my brain can no longer think so much, but these ridiculous questions still pop up all the time.

There are more than thirty people in the yard. These are the "professional combat forces" that the Mud Gang usually maintains in the station. They only come into play when they go out to fight.

Their crossbow arrows passed through the window from outside and shot into the room.

There was a burst of noisy screams, and then silence.

"What happened, boss?"

After one round of ejaculation, a man wearing a sealskin soft hat in the yard looked at the room cautiously and approached Skechers and asked.

Maybe the people inside want to cause civil strife? Finally discovered, Huo Bin?

Maybe there are a few killers mixed in?

Anyway, with more than thirty crossbows staring at it, it should be stable.

But unexpectedly, Skechers stepped back while staring at the motionless room.

He yelled at the man in the sealskin bonnet: "Don't stop! Why are you standing there dazed! Keep cumming!"

shoot? Shoot what? The people in the room should be half dead and their numbers have been greatly reduced. Wouldn't it be better to send someone in to finish the damage?

The man wearing the sealskin soft hat thought to himself, but the next moment.

"Whoosh! Bah!"

A crossbow arrow that had just been shot jumped out of the dark window, making a slight sound as it cut through the air, and penetrated through his neck.

The arrow goes out from the other side, but the tail feathers remain on this side.

Blood foam overflowed from his mouth accompanied by a 'roaring' sound.

A huge black shadow also jumped out of the window.

Like a huge, black nightmare.