Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1414 1386. Blocking the Door
A man enters the castle and is then found out to have bad intentions.

A normal person would think that this person was at most conducting espionage activities such as falsely transmitting orders or defrauding intelligence, and that this had little to do with violence.

After all, how could a person use violence against a castle?
Even the White Rose Knight just now wanted to capture the person and interrogate him first.

Not to mention killing, he didn't even believe that the man in front of him would irrationally resist violently.

Being a spy is about using your brain! Only the little spies would use knives to kill people.

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

He tried to cover his bleeding neck in a daze, but it was useless.

And at the same time when an arrow shaft was stuck across his neck, the White Rose Knight finally realized one thing - the guy in front of him was here to cause violence!

"Whoosh! Snap!"

The sound of the arrow flying is very small, but the crisp sound of the arrow head hitting the rock of the city wall and the arrow shaft breaking is quite loud.

The longbow, which was almost as tall as a person, looked like a shortbow in Lan En's hand.

After shooting the White Rose Knight next to him to death, he turned smoothly and shot another arrow upwards.

It happened to hit the sentry who was holding a crossbow, frightening the conscript so much that his whole body trembled and he couldn't even load the crossbow.

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

Lan En immediately put his previous mistake into practice, changed the address, and announced it loudly.

"It has nothing to do with conscripts. You belong to Temeria. Now, stay at your post! If you move, you will bear the consequences at your own risk!"

After saying this loudly, Lan En ignored the leader of the conscripted soldiers who was still shouting in fear, and also ignored the entire castle which suddenly became noisy because of the sudden sound.

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

The two half-handed swords, which were large enough for an ordinary person to hold with both hands, were just one-handed swords in his broad hands.

Two rough standard-issue half-hand swords formed 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 was a heartbreaking tragedy in which thugs and bandits pretended to be the prince's messenger, tricked open the gate of the castle where the Knights were stationed, and killed them by surprise, he still had to use weapons and techniques that were in line with his identity.

"That is, just use all the normal skills and physical performance to kill them."

While getting familiar with the feel of the sword through the gorgeous sword movements, Lan En muttered to himself with interest.

"Ha, that shouldn't be that difficult."

With only two swords in his hands, Lan En walked towards the main tower of the castle in a carefree and leisurely manner.

The sudden bloody and violent incidents, after a period of shock, began to spread.

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

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

Those who were suddenly awakened were still mumbling and cursing in confusion, or sneezing and having runny noses because of the cold wind that blew in when the door was opened.

Those who are nervous and well-educated enough have already started to arm themselves without thinking twice.

The fire grew brighter as more and more people woke up, and gradually the hurried footsteps turned into the sound of heavy armor colliding and weapons clanking against each other.

Lan En didn't even look at the conscripted soldiers who were in a mess, with no one organized or managed.

When he reached the door of the castle's main tower, he saw two middle-aged knights coming down the stairs while fixing their wrist armor.

"Who are you?" The leading knight tightened the leather straps and buckles of his wrist armor, drew out his sword, and asked Lan En as he walked.

But the witcher did not respond to him with words.

What responded to him was a flying spear!

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 through his hand for a moment, but it carried a super strong kinetic energy impact!

There was a sharp explosion!
The spear head and the large plate armor on the knight's body made a teeth-grinding sound of metal twisting against each other!

The knight fell backwards uncontrollably, the spear tip having pierced through his armor and buried itself in his abdomen.

Normally, if Lan En threw a spear, its power would be almost as strong as a crossbow on the battlefield of Sodden Mountain two years ago.

Now it can be thrown several thousand meters away with ease.

Not to mention an ordinary man wearing ordinary armor, even a flying dragon from the Fire World could be easily pierced by the spear thrown from his hand!
But this doesn't mean he maintains the physical appearance of an 'ordinary person'.

Throwing a spear through a knight in plate armor is barely reasonable.

The lightning-fast action at the beginning had already made the position clear. After a brief panic, the second knight who followed immediately drew his sword to fight back.

Very solid swordsmanship.

Steady and balanced swordsmanship is much better than those who just swing the sword randomly after getting it.

But even if he possesses this kind of swordsmanship, even if he can immediately enter combat status in an emergency, even if he is wearing a full set of armor.

But when he got close to Lan En and swung his sword, he knew in his heart that the result was inevitable.

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

In order to guard against the difference between visual and actual size caused by magic, he raised his hand and hit the sword in Lan's hand first.

I want to disrupt the enemy's attack rhythm first, so that even if there is a visual error, he will have time to adapt and see through it. The idea is very beautiful, but the reality is another way.

When his long sword slashed at Lan's hand, he felt as if he was being pulled by some swirling current.

The blade slid down along the sword in the hand, and at the end there was a "click" sound!
Lan En stepped on the sole of his foot just right and pinned him down.

The overwhelming gap in skills made Lan Endong's muscle movement patterns under his opponent's armor look like he was watching a kindergarten kid's puzzle game.

When the knight suddenly came to his senses from the shock.
With a "puff" sound!
Relying on the advantage of being able to strike the sword from a high position, Lan En only shook the sword in his left hand and stabbed from high to low.

Amid the sound of metal friction, the sword body rubbed violently against the neck armor of the knight's armor, and finally rubbed the edge, squeezing out a gap between the armor plates!
The long sword slid into the gap like a venomous snake! The sword struck the center of the knight's collarbone under his neck and stabbed into his chest!
The two White Rose Knights who were the first to wake up were left at the door of the main tower.

After entering the tower, Lan En dropped an alchemical bomb near the door without looking back.

【Higher Demon Dust】

Made from goat devil feces as its main ingredient, 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 more than enough for Lan En.

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

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

"Wake up everyone! Arm yourselves! Stop talking nonsense!"

The tower was filled with shouts and chaotic footsteps, and all the knights living in the tower were moving.

But when the people on higher levels ran down to the lower levels to see what was happening outside the castle, they ran into a man head-on.

"Push forward! Push forward!!!"

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

The face under the helmet was red and swollen, like a cooked prawn. The veins on the temples were bulging, almost making people feel that the blood vessels would burst!
No one would think that this group of people didn't work hard.

They must have been pushing forward very hard and squeezed together to have this expression.

But they just couldn't squeeze in.

Standing at the top of the stairs and squeezing down, you can't squeeze even though you have all the advantages!
Just the combined weight of their bodies, armor and weapons, these dozens of people must have weighed at least several tons! Adding their muscles, they still couldn't push it down at all!

Just because there was a person standing in front of dozens of people.

"You look like you're almost dead."

Lan En was under his hood, looking at the three knights who were holding shields close to him.

The stairs of the main tower are not actually narrow and can accommodate three armed knights at the same time.

But in the center of the pure power confrontation with Lan En, the faces of these three people had already turned crimson purple.

It looked like he was already bleeding internally.

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

The people behind pushed forward with all their might, while the enemy in front of them refused to give in at all.

The power of hundreds of people behind you can certainly crush someone to death.

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

But now that the confrontation has reached this point, is there any room for regret?

So now, blood is flowing from the corners of their mouths, their eyes are lifeless, and they have obviously lost consciousness.

The body that remains here becomes just a tool for the two forces to confront each other.

Lan En placed one hand across his chest and used his body to push up against the hand, pushing dozens of White Rose Knights from bottom to top so that they couldn't move forward!

The three knights fighting on the front line had their armors squeezed and deformed.

There was no doubt that the ribs had been broken and flattened.

The bone fragments were squeezed into the internal organs. The "crackling" sound was the sound of limb bones being crushed.

Even though their shield-holding hands were equipped with wrist armor, at this time even the wrist armor had been pressed into a blunt angle. How could the flesh and bones bound inside still be a straight stick?
As for what Lan En called "normal human physical performance"?
——There were so many invading bandits! They had a physical confrontation with the knights, and then there were such casualties on the battlefield front. Isn't it normal?
Lan En also has something to say: What I want to leave behind are 'normal human battlefield traces', the key point is the traces, you don't really think I will lower my physical performance to the level of an ordinary person and kill by technical means throughout the process, right?
"Evil witchcraft!"

The White Rose Knight, who was still pushing forward from the back, shouted with all his might, with wild rage and contempt.

"Bless us with the Eternal Fire! We shall sweep away the filth!"

"Yes, blessing, blessing." Lan En held up three shields with one hand, confronted dozens of people head-on, but said perfunctorily. "If it really blesses you, it should send down a ball of sky fire and burn me now."

"No doubt, gentlemen, this evening will be a fine, though windy, evening."

Lan En held up the opponent's shield with one hand and held a half-sword with the other. Amid the chaotic sounds of "ding-ling-clang", he blocked the opponent's chaotic and intensive attacks without any error.

The shield bearers in front engage in physical confrontation, while the ones behind extend their weapons and attack randomly. This is also a normal tactic.

But the enemy on the opposite side only had a sword! Not only could he block the slashing blows, but he could even block the crossbows and bows that were shot down from behind!

The hand-and-a-half sword was wielded like a blooming flower of steel!

From the perspective of the White Rose Knights, this can't be swordsmanship! It must be witchcraft!

(End of this chapter)