Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 268 267. Two minutes

In the current Sanjusangen-do Hall, the statue of the Bodhisattva was cut and cracked by the air blade on the sword.

The ground was lifted up and destroyed by the air wave brought by the naginata.

The undead insect's secondary limbs and the southern barbarian warrior's giant sword also caused huge and ferocious traces of destruction.

Lan now serves as a firefighter in two battle circles.

He himself was paying full attention to the movements of the eight hundred bhikkhunis, ready to go up and take the blow head-on at any time, keeping this huge and light enemy within Ashina Isshin's attack range.

Mentos, on the other hand, used his extraordinary sense of hearing, smell, and touch to collect and integrate the battle situation on Old Robert's side.

Whenever the southern barbarian warrior was in danger and almost couldn't hold on any longer, Mentos would report the situation to Lan En.

Then the demon hunter's left hand will release a sigil or a supersonic projectile at the critical moment.

Lan En has done the best within his capabilities, but as time goes by, human physical strength will eventually reach its limit.

Ashina Isshin's red tengu mask had been blown off by the wind brought by the naginata.

The old sword master even felt that he could breathe easier because of this.

He had killed at least forty people today, and now he had to fight against a phantom temple master. I am already at an age where my hair and teeth are all falling out, and this kind of schedule is really too exciting.

This made him laugh. He never thought that today, a mask would actually hinder his strong breathing.

Although Ashina Isshin's physical strength is about to bottom out, his martial arts practice still allows him to maintain a high level with every sword strike.

On Old Robert's side, his breathing became increasingly heavy and rapid. When the air flow passed through the breathing holes of the steel helmet, it was even so intense that he would emit a sharp whistle-like sound.

Just from the breath, one can feel the dampness and suffocation in the full-face helmet, as if the wet hair has been stuck to the sticky neck.

His Nanman martial arts may be as durable as Eastern martial arts when practiced to a high level. But now, he cannot, like Ashina Isshin, maintain the level of power output when his physical strength is about to bottom out.

His speed and arm strength are inevitably declining. This made Lan En receive notices from Mentos more frequently.

Among the three, only Lan En still has plenty of physical strength.

The magical transformation of the witcher makes the muscle tissue of the witcher different from that of ordinary people, with higher tolerance and endurance. This enables these monster hunters to wear armor and go up into the mountains and forests to eliminate monsters.

The coordinating effect of the gene seeds and the super vitality of the [Second Heart] make Lan En's body more exaggerated than the average demon hunter.

But the current situation on the battlefield prevented him from using his abundant physical strength.

The opponents on both sides were three undead insects that were obviously more ferocious than their kind, and the other was the phantom clone of the master of Xianfeng Temple.

If one side collapses, and when the two sides merge, they will all die here.

The stalemate was not only clearly visible to Lan En, who was a 'firefighter', but also Ashina Isshin, who was fighting with the eight hundred bhikkhunis.

He has been fighting all his life, and now he can naturally feel the development of the situation clearly even if he is in the sharp whirlpool.

His sharp single eye once met Lan En's gaze for a brief moment.

‘Don’t do unnecessary things and maintain the current confrontation. ’

From that one eye, this meaning was clearly conveyed.

Of the two enemies, if you deal with one first, the threat to the other will be greatly reduced.

Judging from the [Light Body Technique], sword skills, and strength currently displayed by the eight hundred bhikkhunis, they can only kill Master Xianfeng first.

Immortal Slash!

Have to wait for that knife!

They must get that knife before they are consumed!

The huge body composed of purple light and shadow once again temporarily repels the panting Juggernaut, trying to take off, break away from the battle circle and join the three undead insects.

Before Lan En jumped up lightly, the [Dragon Dream] bomb in her hand had already exploded in advance on the trajectory of her jump, and a small cloud of flammable gas was suspended there.

The flying knife in his hand cut through the air and shot toward her head.

The naginata in the hands of eight hundred bhikkhunis blocked it, and the splashing sparks ignited the flammable gas, and the raging flames exploded instantly.

Although the illusive purple figure was not afraid of fire, she was still interrupted from performing the [Light Body Technique], and Ashina took advantage of the situation and entangled her again.

When the situation reached this point, even Lan En began to choose to exchange resources for physical strength.

If someone on both sides cannot hold up, he must be able to hold up.

"Sir, Robert must take action himself!"

Mentos's analysis reminder is concise and clear.

Because of his weak arms, Old Robert did not have enough strength to hammer an undead insect far enough to gain reaction space for the attack of the next undead insect.

Now, two centipedes were winding towards him from two directions with their claws and fangs bared!

The sigil and arm armor projectiles cannot be effective in one strike due to the angle.

Lan En acted decisively, and with the core knowledge of [Bear School Swordsmanship], his center of gravity was reduced to an extremely low level.

The running posture is like a very hungry running wolf.

"[Alder]!"

The shock wave first smashed an undead insect directly to the side, and then the Lake Lady's Sword flashed with brilliant golden light.

Just like cutting tofu with a sharp knife, the magic of charging the slash caused the other undead insect to turn into two parts diagonally.

Black and red slurry splashed out and wet the ground.

Lan En knew it was useless. The dismembered insect could reattach the broken joint in less than a second, and burning the broken joint was useless.

It's almost a curse of immortality, and it probably doesn't even abide by the conservation of mass.

These centipedes are also different from the ordinary Buddhas in Xianfeng Temple, and even the freezing effect of [North Wind] has little effect.

The power of magic sometimes makes people who look at the world rationally find it unacceptable, but this power exists.

The unreasonable exists.

Lan En helped old Robert out of the siege, and immediately turned around to block the eight hundred bhikkhunis.

But old Robert's iron glove grabbed him abnormally.

After Lan En was stunned for a moment, he seemed to understand something and looked at Old Robert with wide eyes.

"I can't hold it anymore."

The middle-aged man's voice under the armor was tired and dull. Talking about a matter of life and death is like talking about spoiled fruit on the dinner table.

"I can still hold on for about two minutes. I'm sorry, but I can only leave it to you after that."

‘I can’t hold it’ and ‘I can still hold it’, these two sentences sound contradictory.

But Lan En understood.

Robert Sr.'s combat effectiveness relies heavily on armor and a greatsword. Now, he is almost unable to wield the giant sword, but he still has a suit of armor.

Although the armor would bleed under the mouth of an ordinary undead insect, if he threw his whole body on the Immortal Peak Master and entangled him, it would be able to hold on for at least two minutes.

Lan En opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Fortunately, Old Robert didn't expect Lan En to say anything.

He just said clearly in the damp and stuffy helmet: "Thank you."

The 'thank you' that Lan En heard in the side hall was not an illusion. The Nanman warriors were grateful to this young man.

This is his hatred, this is his pain.

He was supposed to rush into this devil's cave alone, be played with, and killed. Or stupidly, he still guarded the door for these murderers after his son died.

But now, he followed Lan En to fight here, until now.

At least for now, he didn't feel lonely or regretful when he left.

For this reason, he was willing to use his own pain before death to buy Lan En two minutes.

Just two minutes.

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