Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 613 615. Don’t leave the show

The blade of [turbid current] tore off the entire head and neck of the war horse, along with half of its shoulder.

The legs of the cavalryman on this diagonal line were also smashed and torn off immediately!

[turbid current] Even if the great sword abandons this shape, the scars it can cause are extremely terrifying.

It was like smashing the bones and flesh into tiny pieces and then tearing them apart with brute force!

The visual impact and shock are unparalleled.

And this first slash of the sword was just a prelude.

[Turbid Current·Dragon Flash]!

Like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, a huge amount of airflow was pulled by the huge iron block!

An airflow blade that was even more majestic than the sword move made with the Sword of the Lake Lady was born from the prelude's diagonal slash, and then plowed straight forward!

The earth and rocks were lifted up, the mud was splashed up, and the flesh and blood were crushed into mud in the process and scattered in the sky.

The sharpness of this airflow blade is not as sharp as the original version, but it is more ferocious and has more impact!

The cavalrymen who formed a front line were completely disorganized in the first twenty meters in an instant.

A war horse that has been trained for a long time cannot control its steps in the wind that is like a wild wave. If the steps are wrong, it will be unstable. If it is not stable, it will be tripped.

And being tripped during the charge not only meant that you were going to die, but it also meant that the formation was going to collapse!

"Dodge sideways! Dodge to both sides!"

The voice from under the cavalry's helmet shouted anxiously.

Horses neighed and people screamed, and heavy horse hoofs trampled on the armors of people and horses, making a "clatter" sound. Of course, the flesh inside could not withstand the impact.

After a series of stumblings, flesh, flesh and soil scattered into rain in the sky. The cavalry behind them didn't have time to think too much, and immediately opened their positions to both sides.

This is an instant reaction that only top cavalry can make.

But this is what Lan En wants!

After slashing this sword [Turbid Current·Dragon Flash], Lan En's left hand instantly pulled out the extremely sharp Sword of the Lake Lady from his waist and placed it at his side.

The sharpness of the divine weapons is beyond the imagination of mortals.

Like cutting wheat, half of the cavalrymen passing by Lan lost their horses' heads, as well as the upper body of the cavalrymen themselves.

The blood was like a fountain, dyeing the earth and air red, mixing with the fiery red background.

Seeing that something was not going well, the cavalry behind them quickly moved further away to get themselves out of Arondette's reach.

Thanks to Alondette's sharpness, Lan En, holding the sword in one hand, did not feel much reaction.

Although his skeleton strength and muscle strength have surpassed that of ordinary people, it would still be too stupid to go head-to-head with dozens of charging horses.

The first round of charge by Nausicaa's cavalry squad resulted in fifty-three cavalry losses!

One-tenth of the comrades disappeared in an instant. The comrades who were discussing tactics in the queue a second ago and had a tacit understanding with each other disappeared in an instant.

The shock this can give humans is unimaginable.

After a wave of charges, most members of the cavalry squad have developed instinctive horse control skills that allow them to stop and turn their heads at a distance.

But everyone's eyes were dull and trembling under their helmets.

Looking at the giant surrounded by a pile of warm flesh and blood.

Watch him put the Lake Lady Sword in his left hand back into the sheath on his waist again with one hand, and then hold the monster-like sword with both hands!

No one dared to pass by him anymore.

Not only the people, but even the war horses that had undergone a lot of battlefield environment desensitization training were pacing and resisting!

The wailing of the man who had been chopped in half, and the sound of the decapitated body of the war horse flopping in vain in a pool of blood and mud, almost made all the members of the cavalry squad feel empty.

A knight's horse hoof suddenly touched something, and he lowered his head numbly.

It was a shriveled dead head rolling over. It should have been hung on a colleague's saddle before, as a troop custom and trophy.

But now, those eyes that were dry and dry were looking at him under the helmet. The comrade who once hung it should be lying in that huge pile of meat.

"Ahhh!!"

As if going crazy, the knight broke away from the queue and started scurrying around the not-so-big mountain col like a headless fly.

But I haven't had time to take two steps yet

"bass!"

A huge black shadow came to his side at a speed faster than a galloping horse.

He raised one hand and grabbed his head and face with a 'pop' sound.

The war horse continued to run wildly, but the knight on its back left the saddle in an instant.

The moment he lost the support under his buttocks, the heavy armor and his own weight pulled the knight's neck and dislocated it, which was equivalent to a hanging! His entire body was limp and swaying in the hands of the giant figure.

"Don't leave, knights."

The palm of his hand was released, and the body in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Even against the background dyed fiery red by wildfires, Lan En's eyes are still bright and breathtaking!

He looked quietly at the group of knights opposite him.

"When we are anxious together, those black infantry archers will not bother me anyway, which will save a lot of trouble."

"Let's solve the problems one by one, okay?"

Baked by wildfires, the temperature in this small mountain col is already close to summer.

The knights of the Usika cavalry class blinked hard, hoping to squeeze away the sweat that was about to fall on their eyes under their helmets.

Behind Lan En, a group of Nilfgaardian infantry took advantage of the chaotic noise of horses neighing and screaming, and threw a large bundle of iron chains at the huge figure.

But while the chains were still in the air, the wind spiraling around Lan En's legs sent him away like blue smoke.

When he appeared again like blue smoke, he was already in the middle of the group of infantry.

And beside him, the [Zhuoliu] sword was already in a sweeping posture.

"Bang!!!"

There was another special crashing sound like a church bell!

The infantrymen still had dazed expressions on their faces, but their upper bodies had already flown out in pieces.

It's the iconic brutal wounds and blood rain again.

"Chains. That's a really good idea."

If one person's strength cannot resist, then create a grip that allows many people to participate in the confrontation together.

Lane's threat lies in his combination of speed, strength and skill, but once he's in chains, it becomes a pure contest of strength.

So far, the output of three tons is certainly very strong, but if there are thirty people holding the chain, then each person only needs to exert a force of one hundred kilograms.

Magical chains, when fully used, can be as sensitive and autonomous as a living snake.

"However, it's not difficult to deal with."

"Crack!"

The vertical pupils in the cat's eyes glanced at the long magic chain, and then [Spirit Vision] accurately captured the flow of chaotic magic power.

The Sword of the Lake Girl at her waist flashed with golden light after being unsheathed, and the chains that were still on the ground about to move turned into a puddle of dead things.

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