Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1417 1389. Chief of Guards

[Seal of Arden].

In the combat system of the demon hunter, this sigil is often placed on the ground, and its appearance appears as a rune circle emitting purple magical light.

It can block enemies that enter it, making it much more difficult for them to move and exert force than normal.

It can also force phantoms, ghosts and other monsters that normally have no physical form to reveal their physical form, so that the demon hunter's silver sword doesn't just cut through the air.

But these are just very superficial and rigid usages.

[Yarden Seal] is actually a magic sealing technique.

Lan En had used this seal before to seal doors, block roads, and so on.

When Geralt made himself famous and lifted the vampire curse on the Temeria princess, he also used the [Seal of Arden] to seal the coffin lid so that it could not be opened.

The princess who had turned into a monster could not return to her coffin for a whole night, but eventually the curse was lifted and she turned back into a human.

[Quen's Seal] is to protect yourself, while [Yarden's Seal] is to block the environment and enemies.

Of course, the spellcasting ability of demon hunters is no match for that of warlocks. Although the [Seal of Aden] is a simple spell system tailored for demon hunters by three generations of master and apprentice of the great wizard Alzu and their research team.

But spellcasting ability limits the height of the spell.

[Sign of Aden] is still just a magic trick in front of the warlock.

However, the spell of portal is a high-end spell that has extremely high requirements for spell accuracy.

Don't be fooled by the beautiful female sorcerers around Lan En who can create a portal in mid-air by just raising their hands. Just being able to do this makes them qualified to be called great wizards.

Although there is an obvious difference in strength between great wizards, this bottom line is not low.

Just like in this secret room in the wall, portals that can only be slowly opened with the help of pre-prepared magic arrays or magic props are the norm among spellcasters.

In this case, whether you place a small piece of magic-blocking gold nearby, or use the power of a magic seal like the [Yarden Seal] to interfere with it, there will only be one result -

The portal will collapse.

“Whoosh~ bang bang!”

The opened portal caused drastic changes and surges in air pressure inside and outside, creating a dull sound like an air cannon.

The scattered items and dust in this secret room were sucked in and blown out by the chaotic air pressure, becoming a mess.

And it was visible to the naked eye that the portal, which was originally in the slow expansion stage, was now like a light bulb with poor contact, flickering and shrinking at the same time.

Finally, there was a sound like a fart.
And the portal that was wriggling and contracting like an anus and intestines did indeed "discharge" something.

"Crack crack crack~"

The various pieces of flesh and blood that had been broken into pieces so big that even with Lan En's knowledge of the human body, he couldn't tell which was which, all spurted out from the collapsed portal!
During this time, there were also metal fragments that had been broken into fingernail-sized pieces, clanging and coming out together, hitting the walls and the ground.

In an instant, the entire small secret room was covered with a layer of sticky blood that was enough to submerge the soles of shoes.

It wasn't just blood. The collapsed portal crushed everyone who entered it. Their internal organs, the filth in their intestines, their sticky, greasy brains, everything was mixed together, torn apart and sprayed out.

The smell was definitely not pleasant. The stench of feces, the fishy stink of internal organs, and the rusty smell of blood seemed to have been mixed and stuck in the nostrils. The smell went straight into the brain.

"Whoa!"

The 'lucky' dwarf, who was grabbed by the Eternal Fire Missionary and didn't have time to go in, simply vomited it out.

The vomit was all over his thick beard, but the dwarf, who always took good care of his beard, didn't even have time to wipe it. He stood up and rushed directly out of the secret room.

Lan En kindly moved aside, allowing the dwarf to successfully come out of the collapsed wall that he had hammered out, breathing heavily.

"For the plague's sake!"

The dwarf continued to vomit while cursing, and rubbed his hands, which were stained with the disgusting liquid, against the wall.

Lan En glanced at him and walked straight into the secret room, trying to find some letters or documents.

But unfortunately, it seems that this secret room was really built just for this teleportation array, and there is nothing else.

Finally, Lan En walked out without changing his expression, picked up a flag of the Knights of the White Rose from the corridor, and wiped his hands that had been rummaging around in there.

The dwarf had almost finished vomiting.

He bent over with his hands on his knees, gasping for breath, and turned his head to look at the tall figure next to him who was wiping his hands slowly.

"Huh~ I have killed many people, and I can eat and sleep normally on the battlefield, but this smell... Ouch!"

As he spoke, he retched again, and finally calmed down. "Did they smash the person and mix them together? Just like grinding wheat and mixing flour? Even if the stomach was chopped and the intestines were pierced, it wouldn't smell this bad!"

"What else?" Lan En slowly wiped the dirt on his gauntlet onto the white rose pattern on the flag. "Why else do you think the tip for a warlock's portal accident was doubled? That's shameless."

"I thought," the dwarf casually wiped his beard that was covered with vomit, muttering, "I thought your performance on the battlefield was all exaggerated, and that there couldn't be such a powerful warrior in the world, but obviously I was wrong."

He supported himself on his knees and stood up straight, but even so, his head was still not even up to Lan's belt level, and was only slightly higher than his knees.

"I never thought that the famous Lord Hunter, the Grand Duke of Cintra, would actually come directly to the door and massacre the Knights who had offended him. Although these guys are indeed disgusting."

"But this is not quite the same as the rumors say."

The dwarf in front of him had a neither humble nor arrogant attitude. Although he kept saying dwarven vulgar words like "I", his demeanor was much calmer than that of Captain Rudolph, who had turned into minced meat.

Lan En was noncommittal about the dwarf's evaluation, as well as his own identity.

He simply nodded at the dwarf: "Haven't you asked yet?"

"Dennis," the dwarf said calmly, "Dennis Kramer, I am the captain of the guards of Prince Heward."

"The captain of Seaward's royal guard is a dwarf?" Lan En asked with interest, "I haven't heard of it before."

"For various reasons, this and that." Dennis Kramer didn't care about these. "I just do my job. I will do whatever the prince says."

However, this can also explain why, after Lan En entered the castle where the Knights of the White Rose were stationed, the drunken knight who had just drunk alcohol could immediately notice that something was wrong.

Because there is already a person representing the will of Shiward in the castle, how could there be another one coming and acting as if he doesn't know that someone has already come before?
Of course it's a fake.

"You are very powerful, that's true." The dwarf gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed up, and he looked at Lan En with his hand on the axe at his waist, "But I won't stand and wait to die. Come on!"

Lan En threw the flag he used to wipe his hands on the ground and looked at him in silence and contempt: "It's as if Heward and the more than 200 White Rose Knights in this castle are so wronged."

"Do you really think you are a good person who clears away evil?"

But just as Lan En vented his disdain and contempt, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Because the dwarf in front of him, who was already so ferocious that he seemed to be making a final resistance before death, suddenly widened his eyes.

"What did you say?" Dennis Kramer dropped the axe at his waist in surprise. "There are only two hundred knights in the castle? Only two hundred?"

"You don't know?" Lan En's clenched fist slowly loosened. He said sharply, "No, it's Seaward who doesn't know?"

"What should I know? What should Prince Heward know? Are you playing a riddle with me?!"

The dwarf spoke in a grumpy voice.

"All I know is that Prince Heward no longer dares to delay. Foltest's messenger is about to throw the order with the royal seal in his face. He sent me to supervise the White Rose Knights to speed up their assembly."

"I have been staying in this tower since yesterday afternoon. Rudolf said that they have almost assembled. How could a large knight group of nearly a thousand people only have two hundred?"

From the shadow of his hood, Lane watched the expressions on Dennis Kramer's face, the slightest twitch of the muscles around his eye sockets.

He didn't lie.

Lann made a judgment.

The dwarf in front of them, as well as Shiward, really had no idea what the Knights of the White Rose had done.

It's entirely possible.

Seaward hopes to gain the power of the Knights of the White Rose and coordinate his position with theirs.

But at the same time, he absolutely did not dare to disobey Foltest's orders. The White Rose Knights repeatedly delayed the execution on the grounds that "it would take time to assemble the troops", and he had reached the limit of sharing the pressure in the front.

If he delays any longer, he won't have to think about "how to rely on the Knights of the White Rose" anymore, but how to separate himself from them.

I want your strength, and I have indeed helped you a lot, but when you want to die, don't spill your blood on me.

He is very comfortable with his duchy title.

But in this way.
Lan En's brow, which had always been relaxed, now frowned slightly.

If Heward did not get involved in all this mess, then the action of the White Rose Knights could be seen as an impulsive military mobilization carried out in secret cooperation with the Church of the Eternal Fire under the influence of fanaticism.

But here's the problem.

If Heward didn't get involved and didn't even know what was happening here, how did those White Rose Knights get the information about the witcher?

(End of this chapter)