Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 262. 261. The Dancing Star
This black technology 'missile' sent out from the turban monk's hand is not very powerful.

A full explosion can probably blow up a flame with a diameter of more than two meters.

However, the power that spreads disorderly to the surroundings cannot be compared with the power that is gathered together by the protective shield of [Quen Seal].

Lan En's left hand's [Quen Seal] blocked most of the power from spreading, leaving only a nearly [-]-degree spread angle.

This is the limit that [Quen's Seal] can bear according to Mentos' estimate.

The fireballs with a diameter of two or three meters exploded, gathered together, and what was scattered was a whole cone-shaped flame jet!

"boom!!!"

The turbulent wave of flames rushed past Weiming Yixin's clothes.

The skinny old man didn't feel surprised or lost at all, on the contrary, the flame seemed to make him feel that this fight was even more interesting.

"Haha! It's really lively!"

【Sword Master】I only feel that the fire waves are lively, but the many monks and chaotic people who are just shrouded in the cone-shaped jet just erupted in a frightening moment when the flames passed by. scream.

"Ughhhhh!"

"ah!!!!"

The heat of the flames melted their skin, sticking wet with the remains of their clothes.

The wet feeling is not water, but tissue fluid exuded from their damaged skin.

After the fire wave, even a gust of wind blows, to their skin, it is equivalent to cutting meat with steel knives.

And Lan En threw the alchemy bomb in mid-air with his right hand, and at this time the fuse just burned out.

There was a soft "bang".

The sound didn't explode, but the light that erupted from it was eye-catching.

Alchemy bomb - [Dancing Star].The magic shock bomb.

Because the three were fighting with their backs to each other, instead a group of besiegers were facing them.

So Lan En didn't have any scruples about throwing this [Dancing Star].

The specially adjusted, dazzling light poured out, and even the turbaned monk standing on a high place suddenly burst into tears and couldn't open his eyelids.

Lan En's left hand gently hooked his fingers, and there was a "click" sound from the arm armor.

Without delay, three times in a row there was a slight sound of breaking through the air, and the supersonic projectiles hit the three turbaned monks on the high place respectively.

Their bodies were like rag dolls, being carried half a meter high by the projectiles from bottom to top.Then it fell crookedly.

The most dangerous and annoying long-range blasters, clear them all!
If you think that he is a pure warrior just by looking at his sharp swordsmanship, then it is too easy to think of the witcher as a profession.

Signs, bombs, potions, long-range. When Lan En decided to kill all the monks in Xianfeng Temple, these things were all placed where they could be used at any time.

This is not a well-appointed and measured swordsmanship exchange.

I'm hunting monsters!

With a few "Ceng Ceng Ceng Ceng Ceng Ceng Ceng" sounds, behind Lan En, Wei Ming Yixin was not shocked for even half a second by this magic shock bomb.

His blade was sharp without hesitation, and the throats of the remaining spearmen were slit.

The only remaining one was removed by him with one hand and stabbed into the chest with his backhand.

There was a cold snort under the tengu mask, presumably because the opponent couldn't even keep his own weapon, and in Wei Ming's eyes, he deserved to die.

And the rest of the miscellaneous soldiers were killed by the old Robert who had been berserk from the beginning to the end.

The miscellaneous soldiers who lost their vision after the [Dancing Star] exploded didn't even have the advantage of being flexible.

Old Robert's great sword and strength are perfect for cleaning up miscellaneous soldiers.

The battlefield, where swords were neighing and screaming and killing, gradually fell silent.

The injured people were being stabbed one by one, so even the feeble wailing became less and less.

In the end, there was only the sound of boots trampling on the bloody mud, and the sound of someone's hands and feet trampling over the corpse.

This open space was specially selected as the terrain for the siege, and it was empty even if it was said to be empty.

However, the piles of corpses of nearly a hundred people still make it hard to find a place to step down.

Although the blinding effect of [Dancing Star] lasted only a dozen seconds, it still made these people lose even the last chance to escape.

The killing efficiency of the three people can be seen.

Human blood flowed like a brook, and blood-red maple leaves fell from the trees, falling on the blood stream and slowly drifting away.

"Ha, it's really a good exercise."

Wei Mingyi was a little out of breath, but his posture was still upright, which was the result of his long-term practice of [Torso Exhalation].

"Well, just based on this battle, I feel like I can live another three days!"

Lan En held the machete upside down, stabbed into the heart of a severely burned monk under his feet, and then pulled it out swiftly.

His words against Wei Ming's heart are as cold as his knife.

"This is an illusion, Master Yixin. An old man of your age is only exhausted. How can you increase your lifespan?"

"Listen to me. It's over today. Go back and find a good pharmacist to take care of you. Maybe you can live for a few more years."

The two were already acquaintances, and they admired each other in swordsmanship, and jokes could be said naturally.

The skinny old man chuckled and didn't continue to argue with Lan En.

Ignoring the attire, he seemed to be an ordinary old man with a peaceful personality, and he couldn't see the look of killing people just now.

The heavy steel boots landed and walked straight away.

After the battle, old Robert turned into this lifeless look again.

No, that's not accurate.Because all three of them knew that the battle was far from over.

"Your ninja, there has been no news for a long time. Escaped? Was killed?"

Wei Ming focused on adjusting her slightly panting breathing, and asked Lan En as she walked.

The knife in the demon hunter's hand has already had a lot of gaps, and it looks bumpy.

Human flesh is a difficult thing to cut, and if bones and ligaments are added, it will wear down the blade even more.

The shape of Japanese knives is also determined, and their blades cannot be said to be strong.

There is nothing wrong with Wei Ming Yixin's knife, mainly because it is a famous knife that can be counted in the whole Japan.

Weiming is rich in high-quality iron ore, and even this difference in quality has allowed the local iron ore to be dubbed the name of "Golden Iron and Steel" to distinguish it from defective products from the outside world.

The Golden Steel Dragon Knife is undoubtedly a famous knife of the family treasure level.

"Hei Li will not escape."

Lan En shook his head, and what he recalled in his mind was that on the wooden bridge in front of Xianfeng Temple, the black hat raccoon introduced information to himself as if he was explaining his funeral.

Even if that guy dies this time, he won't run away in despair.

"I guess something went wrong?"

Having said that, the witcher pursed his lips.

He already knew the danger of Xianfeng Temple, and a ninja who wanted to atone for his sins would inevitably be aggressive. Even if something happened, it was normal.

But then, a sharp whistle sounded from the side of the building not far away.

Lane looked up over there.This whistle is Kuroka's signal.

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