Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 571 572. Impact!

Obviously, the Nilfgaardian soldiers also thought that their own reinforcements had arrived.

And they didn't have the keen hearing of the demon hunters, so they could hear something strange in this series of horse hoofbeats.

So when the sound of those horse hooves got closer and closer, the archer holding the Nilfgaardian dagger was still walking towards Dandelion.

Soon the archer stood on the low slope where the poet had hidden himself, looking down at him with mockery and malice.

It's like watching an old hen getting ready for the pot.

Dandelion happened to take another stone at this time, preparing to reveal his head and throw it out.

He looked up and saw the archer.

At this moment, this poet who had never had any combat experience actually became somewhat resourceful.

He burst out with the most real emotion in his life, pointed behind the archer, and showed great surprise.

But the archer just sneered and walked down from the top of the slope towards him step by step.

The dagger was held at his side, and it looked like he wanted to stab Dandelion's waist from bottom to top.

But the sound of hoofbeats was very close.

Dandelion didn't even get a chance to show his fear.

Because a raging wind is being brought over by a huge black shadow!
As it roared past him, it also took away the grinning Nilfgaardian archer like a nightmare in a fairy tale.

What was so unexpected was that even the stench from the archer's mouth was lingering around Dandelion's nose a second ago.

At this second, he completely disappeared!Gone!

Gerd and Geralt, who were standing far away, could see clearly.

A huge figure jumped out of the woods, as fast as a gust of wind!
When he passed by Dandelion, he grabbed the archer's head as if he were taking a candle, and rushed straight to the courtyard where he came from.

The Nilfgaardian with armor and equipment estimated to weigh a hundred kilograms was like an empty handbag in his hands!
"Lan?"

Geralt heard Gerd's uncertain murmur.

Although the bear school master-level armor with the bearskin scarf is very conspicuous, it is probably the only one in the world.

However, Lan En's transformation from a little over [-] meters tall when they last met to an armor-piercing [-] meters tall still makes Gerd a little bit hesitant to recognize him.

Not to mention Geralt.

The last time he and Lan met, the young man hadn't even gone to Yharnam for a walk.

That was more than a year ago.

Therefore, Bai Lang had no way of matching the guy in front of him, who was taller and larger than a normal human, with the friend he had known before.

But no matter what, it seems like I have a powerful person here to help me, so I might as well fight back!

"Gede!"

Geralt shouted without looking back, and the demon hunter from the Bear School simply responded boldly.

"on!"

Lan En threw away the archer's body that had gone limp in his hands.

The Nilfgaardian archer's cervical vertebrae could not withstand Lan En's strength during the sudden and violent pull, and they were dislocated within the first second after contact.

Lan En's dash was so fast that the few remaining people in the courtyard couldn't react!
The body thrown out by the demon hunter looked like a light stick in his hand, but it weighed more than a hundred kilograms!

The rolling corpses knocked four Nilfgaardian soldiers holding longbows and stone crossbows into a rolling gourd.Lan En did not immediately kill the fallen enemies, but went straight over them.

The sound of 'dong dong dong' footsteps was heavy and terrifying!
In the horrified eyes of a large shield soldier, Lan En looked like a huge black shadow rushing towards him!
"Bang!!!"

A loud bang!
The steel shoulder armor of Lan En's master-level Bear School armor hit the big shield without slowing down!
The high-quality shield with solid wood splicing and iron edges and leather covering exploded into tiny wooden thorns at the moment of impact!
Then the iron edge deformed and the board broke.
"Wow!"

The Nilfgaardian soldier holding the large shield first had his arm on the handle behind the shield twisted into a knot, then his internal organs were shattered, and large mouthfuls of blood were sprayed on the back of the large shield.

A soldier wearing full armor, with a large shield on his hand, was like a rag doll being thrown away after the impact!

It drew an arc in mid-air, and finally fell into a mud pit, lying limp and motionless.

Gerd and Geralt, who rushed over, almost made the sound of grinding their teeth at the same time when the big shield was hit and destroyed.

"Hiss~"*2
I have seen shields broken, but I have never seen shields broken like this!
A humanoid clawed devil? !
However, they did not wait until they finished expressing their surprise.

Two long swords, shining like water waves in the swaying firelight, swirled towards the two of them.

Then it plunged into the ground with two 'pop' sounds.

Those are two great swords.

The water-like texture is composed of silver and black.The silver shines brightly, and the blackness is like smoke.

Almost out of the instinct of excellent swordsmen, the two demon hunters grasped the hilts of the two swords without thinking during the charge, and pulled them out from the ground smoothly.

Gede's powerful and heavy slash, coupled with this handy sword, actually split the shield of another large shield soldier into two halves!
With half the shoulder of the soldier behind the shield.

When Geralt faced an enemy who was throwing an ax gun at him, he turned around and lifted up like a dance.

The tough ax gun grip seemed nothing in front of this new sword.

The upward thrust not only cut off the handle of the ax gun, but also took away an arm of the Nilfgaardian soldier and half of his scalp in the direction of the sword blade.

Immediately afterwards, Gerd and Geralt executed the crossbowmen and archers who had just raised their bodies from the ground very naturally.

"This is a really strange sword."

Geralt looked at the sword in his hand in surprise and said, as for his good friend the poet?

Since he is immortal, he is no longer a good friend, but just an 'annoying spirit' who pesters him to find material.

How could having a good sword in hand be important, right?
"And the feel of this sword... I don't even have to get used to it! It's so easy!"

"If you look beyond the blade, you'll see that its ball is a wolf's head, Geralt."

Lan En walked over from the shadows in the distance, his huge body bringing a huge shadow and a sense of oppression.

"It's made according to the Wolf School steel sword. The feel will automatically adapt to your hand, which shows that you have practiced well."

"It's really you!" Geralt exclaimed in surprise.

"Wow. Did you take the experimental medicine of the warlocks? This is too much."

Whether it's strength, speed, or size, Lan En is a bit beyond his understanding of humans, or even demon hunters.

"It's good to see you're okay, White Wolf."

"You too, Lan."

Lan En and Geralt shook each other's forearms, then pulled in for a hug.

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(End of this chapter)