Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 253 252. Robert

"You're so confident in your armor, man."

Flicking away the big sword thrown down by the opponent again, Lan En used his toes forcefully, and suddenly jumped within the arms of the European knight.

Visible to the naked eye, the opponent in full armor panicked for a moment.

Although he immediately wanted to hit Lan En with the cross sword of the giant sword in his hand and the weighted ball at the end.This is the short-hand combat that heavy armor knights must learn.

But obviously, his proficiency in this kind of ultra-close-range fighting is not as high as swiping with a big sword.

The handle of the knife in Lan En's hand hit the inner socket of his elbow, and the penetrating force directly rushed to his numb tendons.

It was exactly the same as when Wei Ming faced Lan En's plate armguard with all his heart.

Continental Knight's performance was far worse than that of Lan En at that time.

When the numbness was hit, the hand hung down limply.

"My armor! How come."

The dull voice from the armor reveals an unbelievable sound.

Come to think of it, this knight from a foreign land has never seen the strength that can penetrate armor and strike numbness precisely.

It is indeed difficult for the samurai sword to cause effective damage to this full-body heavy armor from Europe, but with Lan En's current strength and technology.
It's not too much trouble to get him!
[One word cut·two consecutive]!
Instead of using the light and sharp but useless blade, Lan En squared his posture with two strikes and slashed straight down, using the handle of the knife.

While stepping forward, press the center of gravity of the whole body into the weapon in hand, and chop down together!

With a sound of "Boom!", the European knight's shoulders were the first to shake back.The hand holding the giant sword was involuntarily released.

The second sound of metal colliding sounded, and the handle of the knife hit the junction of the opponent's chest and abdomen.

The extremely penetrating force directly oppressed the opponent's respiratory nerves, causing temporary respiratory incapacity.

The tall knight suddenly bent down.

Lane's legs were behind the opponent's knees, and his large hands in studded leather gloves covered the helmet from the front.

The waist and abdomen were twisted, and a two-meter-two-three-meter iron can was pushed by the demon hunter's head with one hand without a knife. It drew a beautiful arc in the air, and hit the ground with a 'boom'!
There was a slight shake on the deck of the wooden bridge, and there was a 'cracker' sound of the xylem breaking. The dust originally deposited in the tiny gaps was blown out by the impact.

Lan En withdrew his palm that was pressing on the visor. At this time, the fallen European knight was writhing painfully on the ground.

With two hands wearing iron gloves, he frantically pulled on the helmet, trying to find the buckle to take off the helmet so that he could breathe more smoothly.

However, the biological instinct brought about by the lack of oxygen made him unable to grasp the already familiar armor buckles, so he could only grasp randomly.

Lan En looked down at him calmly, until his limbs became weak due to lack of oxygen, then he stepped forward and "clicked" to open the head buckle on the back of the neck.

"Suck--"

After taking off the helmet, the knight took a deep breath.The face was exactly as Lan En thought, a Caucasian with deep eyes and high nose bridge.

He looked to be in his 40s, with half-length hair and beard messy and dirty, and the dark circles on his eye sockets were very thick.

The whole person looked haggard and anxious.

It doesn't look like he is obsessed with the power of immortality.

The demon hunter's blade was condescending and landed on the opponent's exposed neck.

"Now you should be more sensible. Tell me, why did a Nanman appear in this temple?"

The caucasian gasped for a while before calming down the temporary respiratory incapacity.

He looked sadly at the blade resting on his neck, and shook his head helplessly.

"Please have mercy, good sir"

He confessed his situation to Lan En in a humble pleading tone.

Old Robert, a hired swordsman who roams around.The son got an incurable disease, and found out that there is a temple in this island country in the far east that studies the power of immortality and has achieved the result of "changing like water".

As a father, what choice did he have?
Only come and beg the master in the temple to apply the 'gift of changing like water' to his son.

Xianfeng Temple gave him a test-Thousands of Swords.

He had to defeat a thousand people who wanted to break into the Xianfeng Temple and take down their knives before he could give his son, Robert Jr., the power of change.

"Please have mercy."

Lying on the ground, the tall knight who was beaten until he couldn't get up begged again.

"Please go back, go back! I only want this knife! You are superb swordsman, I am not your opponent, I am willing to use my savings to buy your knife!"

Lan En pursed his lips and looked at the pleading man.

He's a good fighter, and his strength, size, and this obviously expensive, well-crafted outfit all underscore how high-spirited this man has been in the past.

Even within Weiming Country, there would not be more than ten people who could deal with him.

But now, he lies at the front door of an island monastery, begging an intruder to leave his knife behind.

Not like a strong fighter, more like a beggar.

If Xianfeng Temple's promise is true, then there is nothing wrong with this kind of behavior.Even after the son is saved, it can become a good story passed down to future generations.

"Foreigners worship Buddha sincerely, and finally get their wishes fulfilled after being tested" or something.

But Lan En is very clear. Xianfeng Temple is no longer a temple that can "respect Buddha".

"You haven't been to Xianfeng Temple, have you?"

Lan En shook his head and said helplessly.

"You were just tortured to the point of madness by the child's illness, and then heard the rumors. After coming here, you dare not even think about the possibility that the legends are wrong. Whatever the monks ask you to do, you do. By The pain and anxiety that comes with love makes you unable to think. Didn't even go through the gates of the temple here."

According to Hei Li, the monks who have become more and more obsessed with the way of immortality are even a little too lazy to clean up their "research traces".

If Robert Sr. had been in, he probably saw human remains that had been 'studied'.

No one in this world would feel at ease sending their children to such a place.

really
"It's not necessary. My body has killing karma? That's right, it's this kind of unclean thing. Entering the temple will pollute the spells of the masters. As long as I can stop you, Robert will be cured!"

The more old Robert said, the more certain he became. This was the instruction given to him by the master in the monastery, and he firmly believed it.

But Lan En looked at the knight with pitiful eyes.

He has been driven crazy by his son's terminal illness, and now, he dare not let himself not trust the master in Xianfeng Temple.

"This temple is not as good as the rumors say. Well, believe it or not, it's up to you."

"I will go in. If you want to chase after me, I don't care. But my personal suggestion, you should just stay here."

Lan En said in a sighing tone, retracted the knife into the sheath around his waist, and walked towards the interior of the temple.

This man's son is probably gone.

Maybe it would be easier if I stayed here.False hopes are hopes too.

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(End of this chapter)