Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 566 567. Hegemony

Perhaps the Nilfgaardian army was indeed well-trained and determined.

Among this group of soldiers, there are people who still regained their will after the collapse after experiencing such desperate casualties.

A Nilfgaardian crossbowman, he removed the sharp cone-headed arrow that had been placed on the crossbow string, and instead placed a round-headed arrow.

This is a non-lethal whistle arrow.

The arrow adopts a pipe structure similar to a wind instrument and looks like a small iron hunchback.

The air will flow through the tube during the rapid flight of the arrow, making a sharp and highly recognizable sound.

Different sentry arrows can make different sounds. After temporary regulations by the commander before the war, they are often used as different instructions in the army.

Although the Nilfgaardian crossbowman who had replaced the whistle arrow was sweating profusely and his lips were white and trembling, his eyes were still firm and his hand on the arrow was still steady.

It was an expression of determination that had put one's own life and death at risk.

The stone crossbow in his hand was not pointed at the enemy he could not catch up with, but instead pointed at the sky.

In his heart, he may die in the next moment, but the whistle arrow in his hand will send a warning to his comrades, allowing them to act in groups and sweep the surrounding area!

This terrible northern monster and demon will eventually be crushed by the iron hooves of Nilfgaard's army.

But when the time in the material world really entered the next moment, before the venerable Nilfgaardian crossbowman pressed the leaf spring on the stone crossbow, a voice whispered beside them. A word they didn't understand.

"[Secret · Dragon Flash]!"

The voice was young and calm, just like saying hello to someone you met on the road the moment you passed by.

And what followed was a storm as fierce as magic!

The first slash of [Dragon Flash] is a cassock slash diagonally downward.

The Nilfgaardian soldier blocking Lan En's front had a smooth plane cut out by the Lake Lady's Sword from his right shoulder to his left rib.

The limbs that are no longer involved with each other are sliding down along the plane, carrying blood.

But this is just the prelude to this move [Secret Passage].

After the first person was killed by a substantial blade, an inexplicable air flow began to gather.

These violent air currents rolled up grass roots, soil, gravel, and the already cold blood on the ground!

A huge vertical air blade! It suddenly burst out in front of Lan En like a lawn mower, moving forward!

"Stab!" There was a short and ear-piercing blast.

Of the only three people left in front of Lan En, the first one with his armor was neatly sliced ​​vertically.

The second time, his armor let out a mournful cry of metal being torn apart. From top to bottom, the thick black steel armor cracked a huge tear half the length of a man. Of course, the human body inside was torn apart along with the steel. .

And the last one is also the respectable crossbowman who will send out the whistle arrow.

The air blades that tore apart two heavily armored soldiers one after another were already weakened a lot when they reached him.

But although those turbulent airflows no longer have the power to tear apart the steel armor, they can still penetrate the seven orifices through the gaps in the armor, causing drastic changes in the air pressure in his skull.

When Lan En stepped in front of him over the corpses on the ground, the crossbowman was stumbling and pulling his helmet off his head.

His nose and ears began to bleed, and the irises of his eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, which finally flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The demon hunter's hand that was not holding the sword lightly grabbed it in the air, and the whistle arrow that failed to fly was caught in his hand as it fell.

“The most noble human emotion is ‘sacrifice’.”

Lan En said calmly while placing the sentry arrow next to the crossbowman's face.

And this soldier, who was on the verge of death due to the drastic change in intracranial air pressure, was still looking at the whistle arrow that he had not had time to send out with a kind of persistent look.

"Until the last moment, you still did not give up your mission and responsibilities, risking your own life and death, which is worthy of respect. But..."

Lann stretched Arondette to the crossbowman's face, tilted him with the blade of the knife to look at the sentry arrow's face turned towards him, and looked directly into his bloodshot eyes.

"Why would a warrior like you do something like that, soldier?"

Lan En's amber cat eyes stared at him, persistently trying to find an answer.

"You were supposed to fight the most powerful enemy in the world! Use your crossbow to kill the giant! Use your fearlessness to hunt the gryphon! Finally return home in glory or die in glory! Why."

"Why would someone like you, who already understands the meaning of 'sacrifice', attack civilians? Or even torture them?!"

"Why?"

As soon as the crossbowman on the ground opened his mouth, blood flowed from his mouth. His blood-red teeth, blood-red throat, and ferocious smile looked like that of an evil ghost.

"Idiot question. Because they resisted us! They deliberately pointed us the wrong way and threatened our safety, so they should be eliminated! The heartless white-eyed wolves should die! The ungrateful northern savages should die Go to hell!"

"'White-eyed wolf' and 'ungrateful'. What do the people of Cintra need to thank the Nilfgaardians for? Thank you for your invasion and killing?"

"You call us invaders?"

The crossbowman's eyes revealed a sense of disbelief that he had been misunderstood and wronged.

"Ignorant Yankees, we came here to stop Temeria's attempt to rob Cintra! It was we who protected this country from the barbarians! It was the Empire that established the balance of power, and Cintra returned They will be bathed in the civilizational glory of the empire! The people here will become civilized people! Decent people!"

Looking at the other party's distorted and determined eyes, Lan En opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"Civilized?"

He had a bitter expression as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't.

"They impose their own 'civilization' on others without explanation, and even use this as a reason to massacre and torture while shouting 'justice' on other people's land."

"Nilfgaard, you are worthy of being the world's hegemon."

Combining the 'best ideas' of Britain and the United States, he deserves to become a world hegemon!

It's that familiar feeling that makes people helpless and disgusting.

Lan En had nothing more to talk about with the Nilfgaardian.

"Then please take your 'justice' and go to death."

The crossbowman weakly spat blood at Lan En, but it ended up being smeared on his face.

But even so, he still sneered without admitting defeat.

That means that even at this moment, he still believes in his own 'justice' and 'civilization'.

"Pfft!"

The gracefully curved tip of the knife moved away from the crossbowman's face and slashed his throat.

Amidst a burst of 'roaring, roaring, roaring' and gasping with blood, the forest glade fell into deathly silence, with only a few Nilfgaardian horses still tied up on one side.

These war horses are trained to be agile, smart, and courageous, so they will not be disturbed by the smell of blood on the ground.

Lan En flicked Arondette, and the blood on the shiny silver knife was instantly cleared, and he sheathed the knife.

But just when the witcher was about to turn around and leave.

"drop!!!"

A harsh and very recognizable sharp explosion exploded from not far away!

Lan En stopped and looked at the ground. The whistle arrow was still lying in a pool of blood.

Immediately, he grabbed the reins of several horses, including Popeye, turned around and rushed towards the direction of the explosion.

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