Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 437 436. Rogna’s demon spirit

"This was the first body we investigated at that time, and he was also the one who ran the farthest among the soldiers."

Gede stood behind Lan En, who was half-crouching, and said, his eyes blackened by drinking [Cat's Eye] and scanning the surroundings alertly.

"There were seven corpses in front of them, and their appearance was very different from his. These soldiers thought that there were just a few ghouls running into the tomb, so they walked down fully armed and high-spirited under orders. But when the demon spirit appeared in front of them When they emerged, they realized that the steel swords and armor in their hands could neither hurt the enemy nor protect themselves."

"Simply put: this is the inexplicable confidence of a layman."

There was no sarcasm in Gede's tone. He was used to this kind of thing, so he just shook his head expressionlessly.

When taking tasks in the countryside, there will always be some shouting young men hanging around the witcher carrying pitchforks, sickles and flails for threshing the valley.

They said that the witcher had to leave their village with a lot of money just for swinging the sword a few times. This was not fair at all.

They will also say that their pitchforks and scythes can do the same thing as the witcher's sword, and use this as an argument to once again state that witchers should not make so much money.

Originally, Lan En didn't know if this was the case in the Nilfgaard Empire in the south, but judging from Gede's current expression, the farmers in the north and south were pretty much the same.

They all feel that they know how to deal with monsters better than the witchers.

"You can't ask for more, Gerd. You have to know that even the training of a demon hunter can be regarded as higher education in this world."

Lan En stood up from his half-crouched position and clapped his hands.

"The vast majority of people don't even have the knowledge to support them in using parallelism and sarcasm as fluently as you do. What more can you ask for?"

And just as the two were talking, at the corner of the tomb in the distance, a quiet and strange green light diffusely reflected from the water.

At the same time, a cold feeling that was different from the moisture in the groundwater began to spread.

The faint green fire seemed to be the light of some kind of oil lamp.

Because along with the sound of the rusty iron chain shaking and the glass cover of the oil lamp shaking because it was not firmly fixed, the green light was flickering on the water.

Gede silently drew out the silver sword from his back, while Lan En's left hand was placed on the scabbard at his waist, and his thumb slightly pushed open the guard of the Lake Lady's Sword.

"my child!"

There was no sound of water being stirred by footsteps, but the words that sounded like a dry throat and leaky wind were getting closer and closer.

With jealousy of the living, and the resentment of feeling wronged by everyone, and even the entire world.

"Calanthe! You owe me. You owe me a boy! You should give me a boy!"

"I should have a successor. My bloodline."

Lan En and Gede looked at each other. Both of them seemed to be skilled demon hunters. Of course, they would not be affected by the cold atmosphere brought by the wraith.

Even if there was something to eat right now, both of them could drink first in front of the resentful spirit.

If you don't have the courage to hide and seek with evil spirits in a haunted house, you'd better not pursue the profession of demon hunter.

At this time, the curiosity, gossip and surprise in Lan En and Gede's eyes were much more conspicuous than fear.

"Listen to this. Is he Calanthe's dead husband? Ragnar of Ebin?"

Gede said silently "Wow".

"I heard that he was very approachable and a gentle king during his lifetime. How did he become like this after his death?"

Lan En also smacked his mouth and glanced at the corner of his retina.

Mentos' timing system was running on time, and it was now 3:17 in the afternoon.

Not noon, not midnight.

This shows that the demon spirit transformed by the king is neither a day demon spirit nor a night demon spirit.

There is a high probability that it is an ordinary demon spirit.

"Who knows?"

Lan En turned around and faced the direction of the green light with Gede.

"It sounds like he is blaming Calanthe for not giving him a son. It is also understandable that the kings care about this the most. Moreover, Calanthe is called the 'Lioness of Sintra', but no one has ever Call Rogna 'The Lion of Sintra'."

"Having been suppressed by his strong wife all his life, even a man with a gentle personality will probably be a little resentful when he dies."

"Ha, I guess it's not that simple." Gede smiled teasingly.

"Have you ever heard the gossip in the countryside of Cintra? The gossip about the 'Lioness'?"

"I haven't heard of it, and I don't want to know." The young man began to step forward, and the sound of splashing water could be heard without any obstruction.

Lan En glanced at Gede lightly.

"If you like to listen to gossip, you must be cautious. If you really hear something important, you are causing trouble for yourself. You should understand this truth."

"Hey, I owe you a favor, you have the final say."

Gede shrugged, the silver sword in his hand danced with sword flowers habitually, and followed Lan En's footsteps.

And at the corner of the tomb, a fluttering demon spirit with no visible feet under its tattered skirt also wandered out.

On its head, which has become a withered bone, there is still a crown hanging crookedly.

The moment he saw the two demon hunters, the demon spirit seemed to collapse inward into a ball of gray smoke and disappear without a trace.

The two demon hunters seemed not to notice and continued walking forward.

The necklace around his neck began to tremble, and Lan En and Gede seemed to have reached an agreement.

One took a half-step forward and the other made a small jump backward, creating a just-right gap.

As the two people moved away, a cloud of gray smoke appeared out of thin air in the space vacated by the two people. Then the gray smoke expanded outward and turned into a demon spirit again.

As soon as it appeared, it spread out its withered arms and raised its two arms like a windmill.

In one hand was a rusty rapier, and in the other was an oil lamp with a glass cover.

Those ordinary soldiers would most likely die like this.

They didn't know that demon spirits could move instantly, and they didn't know that ordinary armor had limited effect on demon spirits' weapons.

But now, the two men present are experts at dealing with monsters.

They are professional and calm.

"Dang!"

【Celebrity Wei·Dengli】!

The Sword of the Lake Girl took the initiative to meet the rusty blade before the demon spirit had finished its first circle.

Then a circle of dazzling sparks burst out in the dark tomb.

The demon spirit's light body had no posture at all, but this skillful blocking still prevented it from making a second turn.

The demon spirit's movements were completely blocked by Lan En.

At this moment, Gede, with his feet forward and back, struck out with a sword that he had been preparing for a second!

The howling wind showed the speed and power of this sword.

The dim yellow sheen on the sword's blade was yet another material support from Lan En.

Gede's angry strike was very different from Lan En's initial skill and power.

This sword coated with [Evil Spirit Oil] directly ripped off half of the demon spirit's shoulder.

The long sword glowing with golden light followed closely behind and chopped off the demon spirit's bone-like head.

In a burst of wailing that seemed to penetrate into the soul, the green fire burned on the demon spirit.

After a while, there was only a pile of ashes left under the water, foot deep.

Gede, who had struck out with a sword just now, was so powerful that he didn't even have time to retract his silver sword and hurriedly squatted down.

Use your own hands to scoop up the pile of ashes.

He was still muttering: "Evil spirit dust! Hehe, evil spirit dust!"

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