Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 655 657. Suppression

After Lan En stepped onto the frontal battlefield, the impact he brought was unprecedented.

The fighting style of the Space Marines seems to be close to the horror stories of legends coming to mortals before them.

With such a precise and ruthless combat method, combined with brutality and explosive execution, even the Northern Alliance forces who had clearly identified their friendly forces were rushing to both sides as if they were avoiding a high-speed crashing train when Lan En passed by.

Only the 'embers' behind Lan En who had been led by him for a long time seemed to be able to withstand this fear and avoidance mentality because of respect from the bottom of their hearts. Instead, they followed him and charged into battle.

Gradually, many people among Nilfgaard's massive defeated troops recognized this highly recognizable image.

After all, as Lan En fought his way through to the Nilfgaardian headquarters, they destroyed a dozen positions in total, and they only broke up the organization, leaving a lot of people alive.

These broken soldiers passed down the story of this unit orally.

Being broken up from the establishment is an extremely painful thing for the soldiers in the establishment.

It is precisely because of this high-pressure atmosphere in the feudal army that the soldiers' psychology is distorted and makes them very insecure.

So when the war started, the organized army they were in, as the greatest violence in the world, became the basis for them to feel safe.

And being destroyed is equivalent to allowing a group of people who already have a serious lack of sense of security to watch their support being eliminated.

The psychological torture is self-evident.

When you feel uncomfortable, you will naturally want to share.

So they began to talk about how the enemy army they encountered was as fast as the wind, how closely coordinated they were, and most importantly, what kind of 'monster' the leader of this army was!
  On the way to defeat, these people had been chattering for a long time.

And until now.
  On the battlefield that was like a sea of ​​people, I watched the warrior who was much taller than an ordinary person brandishing the terrifying sword in his hand.

Every swing would blow away countless stumps and broken arms.

"We can't beat him. That demon can kill a hundred people with one swing of his sword! No one can beat him!"

Some Nilfgaardians dropped their weapons sluggishly and shouted nervously.

In addition to Lan En's use of special swordsmanship and the coordination of the enemy's positioning, he was still far from being able to kill a hundred people with one sword.

But in the eyes of people who were already frightened by his figure, that was a hundred people!

"That's the devil holding the magic sword! No one."

"Bang! Get out of my way!"

Most of the fierce, cornered soldiers had never met Lan En and the Embers on the battlefield.

Therefore, they directly knocked away the absent-minded soldier, causing the soldier to be trampled by the crowd.

"What's wrong with being taller! It's not like we haven't killed even the giants in the mountains of Sintra!"

Fierce soldiers were once incorporated into patrols in Cintra and also slayed monsters on the land.

The eyes under his winged helmet looked at the well-proportioned 'little giant' fiercely, and he weighed the broken spear in his hand.

"Warlock! Come and help me!"

In the midst of the chaos, the southern warlock beside him gave the tip of the broken spear a green glow.

Moreover, there was a smelly spell aura flickering in the warlock's own hand.

"Such a big guy."

The fierce soldier bent his body backward into a bow, holding the broken spear tightly in his hand.

"Isn't it just for people to beat me?"

'Whoosh' sound.

The fierce soldier's face showed a determined smile.

People who practice regularly will have a feel after throwing, and this feel will tell you whether the thrown object hits the target or not before it hits the target. And the soldier's touch told him - stable.

However, the smile on the face under the winged helmet has not had time to fully bloom.
  He saw the 'little giant''s seemingly casual glance.

In just one glance, he suddenly felt something hit his chest, and then his body suddenly flew backwards.

"what happened?"

Only then did his eyes react and looked toward his chest.

On his chest, he saw a familiar broken spear handle, with a tail hanging out from his thick breastplate.

He didn't even realize how Lan En caught the thrown object and then threw it back along the way.

"He does seem to be a demon."

In the end, the fierce soldier only had this thought in his head.

And what about the warlock who cast spells while throwing spears?
  Lan En's eyes suddenly condensed when he noticed the smelly magic aura.

The [Turbid Current] in his right hand swept across the area, and the crowd of Nilfgaardian soldiers around him were lifted up.

At the same time, his left hand held the Sword of the Lake Girl at his waist.

There was a flash of golden light, and the smelly magical aura was cut in half.

The operation of the sword's cutting spell really shocked the southern warlock even on the chaotic battlefield.

And Lan En will not be in a daze.

Before the spell ball that was cut in mid-air had time to completely dissipate, his legs were wrapped in spiral air currents.

[Wushin-ryu・Shuchichi]!
  With a "crack" sound, the air made a sharp sound!
  When Lan En reappeared like blue smoke, the southern warlock's neck had been slashed with a sword.

After Lan En killed the warlock, the Embers charged in with ease and began to sweep away.

The blood on the blue lion flag of Sintra became thicker and thicker.

"Thirty-two."

With a 'click' sound, Lan En put the Lake Lady's Sword back into the scabbard on his left waist, counting silently in his mind.

Nilfgaard did mobilize a lot of low-level warlocks.

He had just fought from the foot of a hillside to halfway up the mountainside, and had already eliminated thirty-two warlocks.

The consequence is that although the two parties below the mountainside of this hillside are still fighting non-stop.

But on the messy battlefield, there is already a difference between victory and defeat.

These Nilfgaardians have not seen the aura of their own magic for a long time.

They have never been more eager to see the group of 'jugglers' casting spells than they are now.

Their movements of wielding weapons became no longer fierce and decisive, and their movements of moving forward with shields also became hesitant.

Mentality problems are reflected in actions, and the combat effectiveness is greatly reduced.

People with similar basic qualities, one with a cruel heart to hurt and kill people, and the other with the thought of being just about the same, might be instantly killed in one encounter.

This is the so-called "floating mind".

Therefore, when people's hearts are unstable, generals will often refuse to go into battle.

But now, these people are scared on the battlefield.

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