Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 643 645. Teleportation

It was a breathtaking golden light.

The sacred and gentle golden light is undoubtedly a positive supernatural force.

It’s ‘slightly different’ from the guarantee that Fringilla gave everyone.
  After this seemingly extremely sharp golden light flashed, the continuous and surging flame tornado was suddenly torn open with a vertical crack!

The magic power is cut off at this moment! The heat and strong wind were calculated by the airflow model long ago, and a gap was made with a shot of [Alder's Seal]!
  A huge black shadow against a fiery red background!

It was like a flying sword rushing in with a whoosh!
  "Laris! Block it!"

"No! Something is wrong!"

Menno Kuhorn's loud shout and Fringilla's belated scream as a reminder that her magic power was cut off appeared at the same time.

But it is obvious that Larris is not a genius who reacts quickly and decisively in combat. His combat ability is all based on muscle memory of prior drills and long-term spell casting, and his decision-making for unexpected situations is a mess.

Facing the swift figure that lowered his body and swooped over, he subconsciously chose the tactics that were quite effective in the last battle.

The fireball technique condensed from his hands that were already releasing flames, and flew towards Lan En who was rushing towards him!

This time, out of fear, he fired not one fireball, but many densely packed small fireballs!

This was also the advice given by Menno Kuhorn and his staff.

If the speed of the witcher is too fast and exceeds the ability of the warlocks to deal with it, then simply use defense instead of attack!
  The speed is too fast, and it becomes more difficult to turn or make an emergency stop.

Then simply lay out large-area, trigger-type attack methods along the approximate route of his travels, and just wait for him to bump into him!

Menno Kuhorn and his staff were undoubtedly tactical and strategic luminaries.

Although they rarely formulate combat plans for individual targets, this move seemed very professional.

If it is really an enemy who relies on enchanted equipment, potions, or strange magic to temporarily increase their speed to this level, then their plan can obviously be easily restrained.

But for Lan En, this is his basic quality!

He really likes being a numerical monster!

The Sword of the Lake Girl, which was originally held loosely, was gripped tightly by the gauntlet of the Grandmaster Bear School suit during the sprint, making a soft 'click' sound.

Then - 'Hey! ’

The golden sword light flashed, following the flow of magic power observed by the cat's eyes.

The divine power of the Lady of the Lake on the long knife disintegrated the basic structure of the spell.

In front of Lan En, the originally densely packed flame balls were instantly shattered into pieces.

It turned into a fleeting magical flame.

The superb and stable swordsmanship has always been Lan En's most lethal weapon.

In this moment, Alondette's tip cut through a total of thirty-two small fireballs, creating a path just big enough for him to pass through.

The flame that had its spell structure cut off had lost its extraordinary explosive power and high temperature, leaving only the shape of a flame. It couldn't even make a splash in front of this set of master-level demon hunter armor.

Lan En passed through the magic flames that formed a curtain without blinking an eye.

"Surprise, man."

Lan En said this with his mouth.

As a spellcaster, Laris watched helplessly as his spells were cut off.

This shock almost made him freeze on the spot, forgetting what was happening now.

Never seen it, never even heard of it! Why would anyone be able to fight spells this way? !

That handsome and gorgeous face passed through the bright flames, and this scene had a gorgeous beauty.

But Larisse, and everyone who was paying attention to this moment, only felt a chill in their hearts.

This is not right.

This was the last thought that ran through Larisse's mind. He felt that compared to the last time he met, the witcher in front of him seemed to be a completely different person.

Then there was a 'stab' sound, and the gracefully curved tip of the knife gently passed over the wizard's throat.

The blood spurted out of the throat was carried into the fire tornado by the wind, and was instantly burned into red steam.

The caster dies.

He died without any resistance in front of everyone.

Completely contrary to the information, the mage who was able to 'force back' the target twice died within two seconds after improving his spells and tactics!

Sluggishness, disbelief, and then madness!

This command post is full of Nilfgaardian military elites. They are usually aloof, have a long-term vision, are calm and calm when dealing with changes.

Even just now, they were able to maintain a calm state of mind because of the words of Fringilla and Menno Kuhorn.

But now, all plans have been overturned, and the premise of the battle is false!

The initial mistakes affected the battlefield and created the current situation. The more elite you are, the less you can accept the current ending!

"Let me go, let me go!"

After killing a warlock in an instant, Lan En stood in the fiery red background like a huge and oppressive statue, staring indifferently at the people who were like ants exploding their nests.

Prestige has long ceased to be useful, let alone persuasive.

One of the staff officers was so frustrated that he violently pulled away other colleagues who were standing in front of him.

Head straight towards the unformed portal.

"No, not yet"

Fringilla still didn't have time to finish her words.

The staff officer who had been frightened out of his mind suddenly went limp before entering the portal, and then fell to the ground. As for his upper body, no one knows where it went.

Only half a second left, after the staff officer's lower body fell, the edge of the portal was finally complete.

On the other side, the demon hunter is once again turning into a life-destroying wind!

Every time his unusually tall body flashed, a line of people would fall neatly.

The cuts were smooth and blood splattered.

The lower body in front of the portal was still twitching and kicking due to the residual nerve current.

But everyone present didn't care anymore.

In their already broken spirits, the murderous demon hunter behind them was more terrifying.

"Go, go, go!"

"I go first!"

Among the swarming crowd, Fringilla, who maintained the portal, watched helplessly as Lan En's killing position got closer and closer.

Her lips were trembling, and she was obviously having difficulty breathing and frightened by the approaching killing.

That's not human
  The sorceress thought to herself.

Death, which is unstoppable and irresistible, is simply like a disaster!

She took one last look at the staff officers and commanders who were still struggling to get to the portal, gritted her teeth, turned around and walked into her own portal.

In the face of a 'disaster', no one has the ability to save everyone, but she has tried her best.

This made her feel a little better.

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  (End of this chapter)