Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1414 1386. Block the door

A man enters the castle and is discovered to have evil intentions.

A normal person would definitely think that this person was at most conducting espionage activities such as false orders or defrauding intelligence, which had nothing to do with violence.

After all, how could a person use violence compared to a castle?

Even the White Rose Knight just now wanted to capture the person first and interrogate him.

Let alone murder, he didn't even believe that the man in front of him would resist violently irrationally.

Those who engage in spies use their brains! Using the knife at the sight of blood is something only the spies can do.

But at the next moment, his own blood flowed out from the arrow shaft across his neck.

He dazedly tried to cover his bleeding neck, but it was useless.

And it was at the same time that an arrow shaft was inserted across his neck that the White Rose Knight finally realized something - the guy in front of him was here to engage in violence!

"Whoosh! Snap!"

The sound of the arrow flying was very small, but when the arrow hit the rock of the city wall, the crisp sound of the arrow shaft breaking was louder.

The long bow, which was almost a man tall, looked like a short bow in Lan En's hand.

After he shot the White Rose Knight beside him, he turned around smoothly and shot another arrow upwards.

He happened to bump into the sentry who was holding up the crossbow. The conscript was so frightened that he couldn't even nock the crossbow.

"This is a matter between Prince Siward and the Knights of the White Rose!"

Lan En immediately applied what he had learned from his previous mistake, changed his name, and announced loudly.

"It has nothing to do with conscripts. You belong to Temeria. Now, stay at your posts! If you want to move, you will be responsible for the consequences!"

After speaking loudly, Lan En ignored the frightened levy leader who was still shouting, and the entire castle that suddenly became noisy due to the sudden change of voice.

He threw down the longbow, walked to the training weapon rack of the conscripts, and pulled out two standard hand-and-a-half swords.

The two half-hand swords, which are enough for ordinary people to hold with both hands, are just one-handed swords in his broad hands.

Two rough standard hand and half swords turned out two gorgeous sword flowers in the dark night.

It had been a long time since he had used such a cheap and crappy weapon.

However, since this is a heart-wrenching 'tragedy' where thugs and robbers disguised themselves as princes' messengers, deceived the knights into opening the gate of the castle where they were stationed, and took advantage of them to kill them unprepared, then he still had to use some weapons that fit his identity. And technology is right.

"In other words, completely use conventional techniques and physical performance to defeat them."

While getting familiar with the feel of the gorgeous sword flower, Lan En murmured in a low voice with interest.

"Ha, it shouldn't be difficult."

With only two long swords in his hands, Lan En walked towards the main tower of the castle carelessly and unhurriedly.

The sudden **** violence also spread after a period of shock.

The people in the castle still didn't know what happened, but they all woke up after all.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps began to increase in the night.

People who were suddenly awakened were still mumbling and cursing in confusion, or sneezing and having runny noses because of a gust of cold wind when they opened the door.

And those who are nervous enough and well-educated have already begun to arm themselves regardless of anything else.

The fire became more and more intense as more and more people woke up, and gradually the sound of panicked footsteps turned into the sound of heavy armor clashing, and the sound of weapons clanking together.

Lan En didn't even look at the levies who were in a mess, with no one organizing or managing them.

When he reached the door of the main tower of the castle, he happened to see two middle-aged knights fixing their wrist armor while going downstairs.

"Who are you?" The leading knight tightened the leather belt and buckle of his wrist armor, took out his long sword, and asked Lan En as he walked.

But the witcher didn't respond to him with words.

What responded to him was a spear flying out!

The cheap spear flew out like an arrow. It was kicked up from the ground by Lan En just a second ago. It only passed by the hand for a moment, and then it carried a super kinetic energy impact!

There was a sharp explosion of '噌'!

The spear head and the large plate armor on the knight made a tooth-breaking sound of metal twisting!

The knight fell back uncontrollably, and the spear tip had penetrated the armor and was buried in his abdomen.

Normally, if Lan En could throw a spear, it would have been almost as powerful as a bed crossbow as early as two years ago on the Sowshan Mountain battlefield.

Now it can be thrown thousands of meters away easily.

Not to mention an ordinary person wearing ordinary armor, even a flying dragon in the world of fire can be easily penetrated by the spear thrown from his hand!

But that’s not why he maintains the physical performance of an ‘ordinary person’.

Throwing a spear through a plate-armored knight is barely reasonable, I can only say.

The thunderous movements at the beginning had already made his position clear. After a brief panic, the second knight who followed immediately drew his sword to respond to the enemy.

Very solid swordsmanship.

Steady swordsmanship is much better than those who get the sword and slash randomly.

But even with this kind of swordsmanship, even if he can immediately enter combat status in an emergency, even if he has put on a full set of armor.

But when he approached Lan En and struck out with a sword, he already knew in his heart that the outcome was destined.

He even prepared for Lan En's 'magic cloak' in advance.

In order to prevent the difference between the visual and actual body size caused by the magic, he raised his hand and struck the long sword in Lan En's hand first.

If you want to be sure, first disrupt the enemy's attack rhythm, so that even if there are visual errors, he will have time to adapt and see through them. The idea is beautiful, but the reality is different.

When his long sword struck Lan En's half-handed hand, it felt like it was being pulled by some kind of whirlpool.

The blade slid down along the half-hand sword blade, and there was a 'click' sound at the end!

Lan En stepped on the sole of his foot just right and suppressed him.

The overwhelming gap in skills made Lan En's opponent's muscle movement patterns under the armor look like watching a kindergarten child's puzzle game.

When the knight suddenly came to his senses in the sudden change.

There was a ‘puff’ sound!

Taking advantage of the advantage of drawing the sword from a high position, Lan En only shook the sword in his left hand and stabbed down from high to low.

In the sound of metal friction, the blade of the sword rubbed violently against the neck guard of the knight's armor, and finally rubbed against the edge, squeezing out a gap from the opposing armor!

The long sword penetrated through this gap like a poisonous snake! The knife dropped from the center of the knight's neck, just below the collarbone, and stabbed all the way into his chest!

Two White Rose Knights who were the first to wake up were left at the door of the main tower.

After Lan En entered the tower, he dropped an alchemy bomb near the door without looking back.

【Higher Demonic Dust】

Using croissant excrement as the main material, this stink bomb is not only smelly, but can also cause substantial toxic damage.

In a tower with poor ventilation, the door can be blocked for at least half an hour.

And half an hour was enough for Lan En.

"What's going on? The castle is in complete chaos! Is no one in charge? Where's the leader?"

"I don't know! Is there a fire?"

"Wake up everyone! Arms and equipment! Stop talking nonsense!"

The tower was filled with shouts and messy footsteps, and all the knights living in the tower started to move.

But when the people at the top ran to the bottom to see what was going on in the castle outside, they bumped into someone head-on.

"Push forward! Push!!"

Dozens of knights crowded into the tower's narrow staircase.

The face under the helmet was bloodshot and red, like a cooked prawn. The veins on the temples bulged out, almost making people feel like their blood vessels would burst!

No one will think that these people are not working hard.

They must have pushed forward very hard and squeezed together to have such expressions.

But they just couldn't squeeze in.

Standing at the top of the stairs and squeezing down to the bottom, you still can't squeeze even though you have the advantage!

Just the combined weight of flesh, armor and weapons, these dozens of people already weigh at least several tons! Even though their muscles exerted force, they still couldn't push it down at all!

Just because there is one person standing in front of dozens of people.

"You look like you're about to die."

Under his hood, Lan En looked at the three knights holding up their shields close to him.

The stairs in the main tower are actually not too narrow and can accommodate three armed knights in parallel.

But in the center of the pure strength confrontation with Lan En, the faces of these three people had been suppressed into purple.

It looked like he was bleeding internally.

On the battlefield, people will be squeezed and crushed to death on the most crowded front lines.

The people behind him pushed forward vigorously, but the enemy in front of him refused to give in at all.

The strength of hundreds of people behind him can certainly crush someone to death.

The three of them were actually scared, and they had even started crying and screaming just now.

But when the confrontation has reached this point, how can there be any room for regret?

So now, their mouths are bleeding, their eyes are glassy, ​​and they are obviously unconscious.

The body left here is just a tool for the confrontation between the two forces.

Lan En had one hand across his chest, and he used his body to support this hand. He was supporting dozens of White Rose Knights from bottom to top, unable to move down even one step!

Against the three knights on the front line, their armor had been squeezed out of shape.

The ribs had undoubtedly been broken and crushed.

Those bone residues were squeezed and drilled into the internal organs. The sound of 'click, click, click' was the sound of limb bones being crushed.

Even though their shield-holding hands are equipped with wrist armor, even the wrist armor has been pressed into an obtuse angle at this time. How can the flesh and bones bound inside still be a straight stick?

As for Lan En’s previous so-called ‘normal person’s physical performance’?

—There are so many invading bandits! There was a physical confrontation with the knights, and then there were signs of death and injury on the front line of the battlefield. Isn't it normal?

Lan En also had something to say: What I want to leave behind are ‘normal people’s battlefield traces’. The key point is the traces. You don’t really think that I will reduce my physical performance to the level of ordinary people and kill them all with technical skills, right?

"Evil witchcraft!"

The White Rose Knight, who was still pushing forward from behind, shouted with all his strength, with wild anger and contempt.

"The eternal fire bless us! We will clean up the filth!"

"Yes, blessings, blessings." Lan En held three shields in one hand and faced dozens of people head-on, but he said perfunctorily. "If that thing really blesses you, it should send down a ball of heavenly fire to burn me right now."

"There is no doubt, gentlemen, that the weather is clear this evening, albeit windy."

One of Lan En's hands was holding the shield on the opposite side, and the other hand was holding a half-sword. Amidst the chaotic movement of 'ringing bells and clanging', he perfectly blocked the messy and intensive attacks from the opposite side.

The shield hand in the front engages in physical confrontation, while the shield hand in the back stretches out his weapon and beats him indiscriminately. This can be considered a normal tactic.

But the enemy on the opposite side only has a sword! Not only can it block slashes, it can even block crossbow arrows and bow arrows fired from high places behind!

A half-hand sword is swung like a blooming flower of steel!

From the perspective of the White Rose Knights, this cannot be swordsmanship! It must be witchcraft!