Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1414 1386. Blocking the door

A person entered the castle and was found to have bad intentions.

Normal people would think that this person was at most conducting espionage activities such as false orders or fraudulent intelligence, which had nothing to do with violence.

After all, how could one person use violence against a castle?

Even the White Rose Knight just now wanted to catch the person and interrogate him first.

Not to mention killing people, he didn't even believe that the man in front of him would resist violently without reason.

Spies use their brains! Only the little minions among spies would use knives when seeing blood.

But the next moment, his own blood spurted out from the arrow shaft across his neck.

He tried to cover his bleeding neck in a daze, but it was useless.

And when an arrow shaft was inserted horizontally into his neck, the White Rose Knight finally realized one thing - the guy in front of him was here to do violence!

"Swoosh! Snap!"

The arrow's flight sound was very small, but the arrowhead hit the rock of the city wall, and the crisp sound of the arrow shaft breaking was loud.

The longbow, which was almost as tall as a person, looked like a shortbow in Lan En's hand.

After he shot the White Rose Knight next to him to death, he turned around smoothly and shot another arrow upward.

It happened to hit the sentry who was holding up the crossbow, and frightened the conscript so much that he trembled all over and couldn't even put the crossbow arrow on.

"This is a matter between Prince Heward and the White Rose Knights!"

Lan En immediately put his previous mistake into practice, changed his address, and announced loudly.

"It has nothing to do with the conscripts. You belong to Temeria. Now, stay at your post! If you want to move, you will bear the consequences!"

After speaking loudly, Lan En ignored the conscript leader who was still shouting in fear, and ignored the entire castle that suddenly became noisy because of the sudden sound.

He threw down his longbow, walked to the training weapon rack of the conscripts, and pulled out two standard half-hand swords.

Two half-hand swords that were big enough for ordinary people to hold with both hands were just one-handed swords in his wide hands.

Two rough standard half-hand swords turned out two gorgeous sword flowers in the dark.

He hadn't used such cheap and crappy weapons for a long time.

However, since this was a "tragedy" where "thugs and bandits pretended to be the prince's messengers, tricked the gate of the castle where the Knights were stationed, and took advantage of their unpreparedness to kill them", he still had to use some weapons and techniques that were in line with his identity.

"In other words, use conventional techniques and physical performance to kill them."

While getting familiar with the feel of the gorgeous sword flowers, Lan En muttered in a low voice with interest.

"Ha, it shouldn't be difficult."

With only two long swords in his hands, Lan En walked towards the main tower of the castle carelessly and unhurriedly.

The sudden bloodshed and violence, after a period of fermentation of shock, turned to spread.

The people in the castle didn't know what happened, but they were awake after all.

Suddenly, the footsteps began to increase in the night.

Those who were suddenly awakened were still mumbling and cursing in confusion, or sneezing and running noses because of the cold wind when the door was opened.

And those who were nervous and well-educated had already started to arm themselves without thinking.

The fire became more and more intense as more and more people woke up, and gradually the panic footsteps turned into the sound of heavy armor colliding, and the sound of weapons clanging against each other.

Lan En didn't even look at the conscripts who were in a mess, with no one to organize and manage.

When he walked to the door of the main tower of the castle, he saw two middle-aged knights coming downstairs while fixing their wrist armor.

"Who are you?" The leading knight fastened the leather straps and buckles of his wrist armor, pulled out his long sword, and asked Lan En as he walked.

But the demon hunter did not respond to him with words.

What responded to him was a flying spear!

The cheap spear flew out like an arrow. It was kicked up from the ground by Lan En just a second ago. It only passed through his hand for a moment, and it carried a super strong kinetic energy impact!

There was a sharp explosion!

The spear head and the large plate armor on the knight's body made a teeth-grinding twisting sound between metals!

The knight fell backwards uncontrollably, and the spear head had pierced through the armor and buried in his abdominal cavity.

Normally, if Lan En threw a spear, it would have been as powerful as a bed crossbow on the battlefield of Sodden Mountain two years ago.

Now it can be thrown thousands of meters away easily.

Not to mention an ordinary person wearing ordinary armor, a flying dragon in the real world of fire can also be easily pierced by the spear thrown from his hand!

But this is not the physical performance of him maintaining an ‘ordinary person’.

Throwing a spear through a knight in plate armor is barely reasonable.

The lightning-fast action at the beginning has already made his position clear. After a brief panic, the second knight who followed immediately drew his sword to fight back.

Very solid swordsmanship.

The steady swordsmanship is much better than those who slash randomly after getting a sword.

But even with this kind of swordsmanship, even if he can immediately enter the combat state in an emergency, even if he is wearing a full set of armor.

But when he approached Lan En and slashed with a sword, he knew in his heart that the result was doomed.

He even prepared for Lan En's 'magic cloak' in advance.

In order to prevent the difference between the visual and actual body size caused by the magic, he raised his hand and struck the long sword in Lan En's hand first.

If you want to be sure, first disrupt the enemy's attack rhythm, so that even if there are visual errors, he will have time to adapt and see through them.

The idea is beautiful, but the reality is different.

When his long sword struck Lan En's half-handed hand, it felt like it was being pulled by some kind of whirlpool.

The blade slid down along the half-hand sword blade, and at the end it made a 'click' sound!

Lan En stepped on the sole of his foot just right and suppressed him.

The overwhelming gap in skills made Lan En's opponent's muscle movement patterns under the armor look like watching a kindergarten child's puzzle game.

When the knight suddenly came to his senses in the sudden change.

There was a ‘puff’ sound!

Taking advantage of the advantage of drawing the sword from a high position, Lan En only shook the sword in his left hand and stabbed down from high to low.

Amidst the sound of metal friction, the blade of the sword rubbed violently against the neck guard of the knight's armor, and finally rubbed against the edge, squeezing out a gap from the opposing armor!

The long sword penetrated through this gap like a poisonous snake! The knife dropped from the center of the knight's neck, just below the collarbone, and stabbed all the way into his chest!

Two White Rose Knights who were the first to wake up were left at the door of the main tower.

After Lan En entered the tower, he dropped an alchemy bomb near the door without looking back.

【Higher Demonic Dust】

Using croissant excrement as the main material, this stink bomb is not only smelly, but can also cause substantial toxic damage.

In a tower with poor ventilation, the door can be blocked for at least half an hour.

And half an hour was enough for Lan En.

"What's going on? The castle is in complete chaos! Is no one in charge? Where's the leader?"

"I don't know! Is there a fire?"

"Wake up everyone! Arms and equipment! Stop talking nonsense!"

The tower was filled with shouts and messy footsteps, and all the knights living in the tower started to move.

But when the people at the top ran to the bottom to see what was going on in the castle outside, they bumped into someone head-on.

"Push forward! Push!!!"

Dozens of knights crowded into the narrow staircase of the tower.

The face under the helmet was bloodshot and red, like a cooked prawn. The veins on the temples bulged out, almost making people feel like their blood vessels would burst!

No one will think that these people are not working hard.

They must have pushed forward very hard and squeezed together to have such expressions.

But they just couldn't squeeze in.

Standing at the top of the stairs and squeezing down to the bottom, you still can't squeeze even though you have the advantage!

Just the combined weight of flesh, armor and weapons, these dozens of people already weigh at least several tons! Even though their muscles exerted force, they still couldn't push it down at all!

Just because there is one person standing in front of dozens of people.

"You look like you're about to die."

Under his hood, Lan En looked at the three knights holding up their shields close to him.

The stairs in the main tower are actually not too narrow and can accommodate three armed knights in parallel.

But in the center of the pure strength confrontation with Lan En, the faces of these three people had been suppressed into purple.

It looked like he was bleeding internally.

On the battlefield, people will be squeezed and crushed to death on the most crowded front lines.

The people behind him pushed forward vigorously, but the enemy in front of him refused to give in at all.

The strength of hundreds of people behind him can certainly crush someone to death.

The three of them were actually scared, and they had even started crying and screaming just now.

But when the confrontation has reached this point, how can there be any room for regret?

So now, their mouths are bleeding, their eyes are glassy, ​​and they are obviously unconscious.

The body left here is just a tool for the confrontation between the two forces.

Lan En had one hand across his chest, and he used his body to support this hand. He was supporting dozens of White Rose Knights from bottom to top, unable to move down even one step!

Against the three knights at the forefront, their armor had been squeezed out of shape.

The ribs had undoubtedly been broken and crushed.

Those bone residues were squeezed and drilled into the internal organs. The sound of 'click, click, click' was the sound of limb bones being crushed.

Even though their shield-holding hands are equipped with wrist armor, even the wrist armor has been pressed into an obtuse angle at this time. How can the flesh and bones bound inside still be a straight stick?

As for Lan En’s previous so-called ‘normal person’s physical performance’?

——There are so many invading bandits! There was a physical confrontation with the knights, and then there were signs of death and injury on the front line of the battlefield. Isn't it normal?

Lan En also had something to say: What I want to leave behind are ‘normal people’s battlefield traces’. The key point is the traces. You don’t really think that I will reduce my physical performance to the level of ordinary people and kill them all with technical skills, right?

"Evil witchcraft!"

The White Rose Knight, who was still pushing forward from behind, shouted with all his strength, with wild anger and contempt.

"The eternal fire bless us! We will clean up the filth!"

"Yes, blessings, blessings." Lan En held three shields in one hand and faced dozens of people head-on, but he said perfunctorily. "If that thing really blesses you, it should send down a ball of heavenly fire to burn me right now."

"There is no doubt, gentlemen, that although it is windy tonight, the weather is fine."

Lan En held the shield of the opponent with one hand, and held a half-sword with the other hand. In the chaotic movement of "dingling and clanging", he blocked the chaotic and intensive attacks of the opponent without any error.

The shieldman in front engaged in physical confrontation, and the one behind stretched out his weapon to hit forward, which is also a normal tactic.

But the enemy on the opposite side only has a sword! Not only can it block the slashing, but it can also block the crossbows and bows shot down from the high altitude behind!

The half-sword was wielded like a blooming steel flower!

From the perspective of the White Rose Knights, this can't be swordsmanship! It must be witchcraft!