Astartes of the Bear School Chapter 952

Chapter 952 934. The Dead City

There was a "click" sound, which was the sound of the mechanical structure on the demon hunter's left arm armor snapping together.

It is also the sound of the ejector hook popping out.

Although Clayton has a character that is addicted to violence that Lann dislikes. But as a warrior, his planning ability and execution ability are enough to be called a "good player".

His tactics did make Sirius show wariness and guard against Lan En who had just appeared, so he kept a distance.

 It stands to reason that distance is the time difference.

Whether Clayton has the ability to kill Sirius quickly or not, he can at least fight Sirius one-on-one within this time difference without having to worry about Lann appearing from behind more than ten meters away and stabbing himself in the waist.

 Unfortunately, Clayton didn't know that Lane did not fall into the category covered by 'common sense'.

 His attack distance and range of influence are not at the same level as ordinary warriors in this world!

The hook lock, which was tanned from the back mane of the Great Ferocious Jackal, directly spanned a distance of more than ten meters, and the mechanical claw on it accurately grabbed Clayton's arm!

 Mechanical bite, with a pressure of several hundred kilograms but under the power of the soul, could not cause any harm to Clayton.

And Clayton, whose posture collapsed under the three consecutive thrusts, no longer had the strength to resist the pull of the hook on his arm.

 Sirius is also a veteran warrior. If the enemy has a problem with the rhythm of his movements, she will definitely seize the opportunity.

 There was no accident, the hook lock brought Clayton back while shrinking.

But Lan En's next move made her see the opportunity.

It seems that due to the structure of the soul body, the sound when struck is slightly different from that of the physical body.

Like a minor child standing in front of adults.

After using [Combat Skill], Clayton made no achievements at all, and was defeated by the cooperation of the two people.

 But he still wanted to struggle.

 Sirius did not exceed Lan En's expectations, she caught this flaw keenly.

 If it's a bit difficult to pull, then try another method.

Although at the beginning, Clayton's sudden acceleration and the release of [combat skills] did make her a little unexpected.

"Snapped!"

When Clayton's movements changed, Sirius accurately sent the stabbing sword into the opponent's unprepared chest.

 He just hoped to use the hook to restrict and disrupt Clayton's movement rhythm.

This warrior, who is considered strong among ordinary people, is two heads shorter than Lan En, and his body circumference is two circles smaller.

 The air surged with a 'bang' sound!

 The [Alder Sign] is limited to a very small range, so it has a very strong cohesive thrust.

 Piercing through the chest, spraying droplets from the back where the soul body has been hit.

Clayton did not scream or wail. In this world, people generally die silently.

 The stabbing sword is longer than half a hand sword, sharp and slender.

Though Clayton's arm remains intact and has normal mobility due to the power of the soul. But even with the blessing of [Combat Skills], the arm movements could not help but become crooked.

 The female knight of the Kingdom of Twilight seems to have a heavy stabbing sword as standard equipment.

 “Pfft!”

Almost immediately after the hook hooked the target, Lan En had already prepared a backup plan.

 And it was thrust three times in succession.

Immediately afterwards, a handful of blood-red droplets burst out from the arm of his soul body.

 A round of ammunition that had been waiting in the arm armor's mechanical structure was pushed out, and the supersonic projectile crossed a mere dozen meters in an instant.

 The stabbing sound of "呲呲岲" is like puncturing a full water bag.

 But Lan En, who had already shot the hook and grabbed the enemy's limbs, said softly, "Oh?" ' made a sound.

Clayton didn't even realize that his hand was hooked by something, and his brute strength enhanced by [combat skills] acted on the hook lock.

The witcher retracted his wrist, and the red soul body fell involuntarily and slid towards him.

 But he couldn't be faster than Lan En's hands.

 The power of the soul, as the warrior power of this ancient world, was only the tip of the iceberg in front of Lan En, and he was not surprised for too long.

But the ax was flashing with yellow lightning and crackling on the ground, but it couldn't stop him from getting closer to Lan En.

The female knight's basic skills are fully demonstrated. Even if the opponent is wearing high-quality armor and has the power of the soul, the penetrating wound still penetrates the opponent's entire body.

"Um?!"

The ax in his hand was dragged backwards on the ground, apparently trying to catch a certain point of strength to make him stop.

 Is it because of that roaring [Combat Skill]?

 Lan En was a little surprised. Although his strength was not comparable to that of a world-famous warrior hero like Guda who could serve as an alternate salary king, why could Clayton pull his arm?

But Lan En didn't originally think that a mere few hundred kilograms or even less than a ton of hook grip could defeat a warrior who mastered [combat skills].

The witcher's left arm, which was already tense, suddenly felt like it was being pulled forward.

Lane pinched the opponent's helmet, and Clayton wanted to use the ax in his hand to resist. After all, his [Combat Skill] was a state and it was still lasting.

The blade of the Lake Girl's Sword penetrated the soul body, penetrating from front to back.

 After the last battle with the malicious soul body of [Crystalline Daughter] Clinehid, Lan En also "somewhat" summed up an efficient way to deal with them.

 The sound of "Ci la la" is endless.

 The adjusted airflow blade was like a high-speed saw blade, constantly pulling inside the opponent's body as Lan En drew out the long knife. High-frequency attacks can efficiently consume the power of the soul.

By the time Lan En pulled out the long knife completely, the blood-red human figure in his hand had dissipated like water droplets in the sun.

 The malevolent spirit body has collapsed.

"It seems like he can at least be at ease for a while. Damage to the soul and body is not easy to deal with."

 Sirius walked over from a short distance away, his sword retracted from his waist, and his calm and cold tone was as usual.

 But when she walked in front of Lan En, she bent down and bowed in a very elegant manner.

This seems to be the etiquette of the land of twilight.

 “My apologies, Lane. It seems that you have not become a scumbag like Clayton.”

Sirius stood up after bowing and looked up at Lan En calmly. It was hard to tell which one was colder between her expression and the silver headdress and white veil she wore.

 “Don't worry, caution is necessary to survive in these difficult times.”

 Lan subconsciously flicked the knife and put Alondette back into the scabbard.

"I just didn't expect to meet you here. You have been gone for a long time since I left the Netherworld Church."

“It's hard to calculate the time in the underground passage, and losing the sun also makes time blurry. I don't even remember how long I walked.”

 Sirius shook his head.

"I only remember those terrifying enemies and the deep darkness. It seems that you came from another way, Irushil? Very good, at least you don't have to pass by the tomb of Nacasas."

"The power there is indeed as rumored. It is too deep, so deep that it is close to the abyss."

 She did not ask Lan En why he came to Irushil.

 Sirius's character seems to be distant, to put it mildly, measured.

 “It's time for me to leave. We all have a mission, and missions make people lonely.”

 Lan En understood that this meant "goodbye".

Based on the witcher's understanding of her: Sirius doesn't want to involve others, nor does he want others to involve him.

 But unexpectedly.

 “We should be less involved with each other and focus on our respective missions. But.”

The eyes under the silver headdress looked at the witcher.

"You are a kind person, Lan. I have witnessed this with my own eyes. I am also glad that when we meet again, you make me feel the same as before. This is precious in this era."

"Although I am also a person with a mission, I can leave you my emblem."

“They say 'the road to the Ember requires sacrifice.' If I can help you, call me.”

 “I hope your journey will be protected by the moon.”

Lan En has become somewhat accustomed to the reticence and silence of people in this world. So he just nodded slightly to show that he understood.

 Sirius did not hesitate, turned around and walked towards Irushil. It soon disappeared among the layers of Gothic buildings.

Lan En also turned back to Qilin and Velvet Ball from the bridge, and took them into the divine capital under the moon.

 Because of the little doll on his body, when he stepped off the bridge and entered the city, it felt like he had punctured a layer of window paper.

 Slight resistance, but insignificant.

After entering the city, a New World ancient dragon, an Elu cat, and a demon hunter all looked around.

  After all, a city that is under the dark moon all year round because of the residence of gods, with snow and aurora floating in it, is much more magical than Gos Velen, where Arethusa is located.

 But unexpected.

 “Here.” The flannel ball licked his paws, smoothed the hair on his ears with his paws, and looked around suspiciously.

 “Is it too quiet here, meow?”

"yes."

Lan En echoed the flannel ball.

At the same time, in those amber cat eyes, the initial curiosity and surprise gradually faded and finally disappeared.

 Only solemnity and alertness remain.

Lann's ears twitched slightly as he heard sounds from deep within the city.

 High up in the city, in the center, it is far less quiet than at this remote entrance.

 “I'm fucked. How can something happen anywhere in this world?!”

The corners of Lan En's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help swearing.

"follow me!"

The witcher called to Qilin and Velvet Ball. At the same time, he reminded Qilin extra.

“Don't run too fast. Who knows if there are any traps in this kind of city.”

Qilin's head quickly nodded up and down. Then he followed Lan En, not daring to run around.

And look deeper and higher along the city streets.

 I saw pillars of fire gushing out from the roof. This was accompanied by cries of people being burned and chopped to death.

 (End of this chapter)

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