Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1444 1416. Configuration of Power

"Where's Lan?"

Irene looked behind Henrik, but did not see the witcher who summoned them.

Henrik's khaki tricorn hat swung from side to side.

"We still don't seem to be fast enough. He also released the magical kitten and a horse that looks very powerful. He should still be cleaning up the remaining ones down there."

The old hunter kicked the squirrel tail ornament that was stuck to the ground in the pool of blood with his toes and paused.

"Scoia's Party." Irene reminded him, "That name sounds a little cute, doesn't it?"

There were two Yharnam hunters, one wearing a mask and the other wearing a bird-beak hood, and they both spoke in muffled voices.

At the same time, their tone is very characteristic of Yharnam, as gentle as a whisper in a dream.

The combination of these characteristics made this Shura field full of corpses and blood become not only brutal, but also increasingly weird and deep in atmosphere.

“But they really have some tricks up their sleeves.”

Henrik raised his head, and the gloomy old hunter of Yharnam looked at the tower that was almost burned and melted.

"Killing people is fine, but I don't want to go into a place like this."

The old hunters of Yharnam are good at hunting, but that is only hunting individuals.

They can hunt powerful prey or monsters, but they are not good at dealing with things that affect the environment through large-scale power.

It would be fine if the real body was revealed, but now the tower looks like it is about to burn out and collapse like a candle!
They didn't even see the person who made the scene like this.

"Just as he said." Irene swung the Mercy Blade that had been split apart again. "We just need to cooperate with the Magic Kittens, clear out the Scoia'tael under the bridge, and block the entrance to the bridge."

"He'll do the rest himself. Look, he's gone."

Henrik followed Irene's line of sight and stuck his head outside the stone bridge to look down.

In Aretusa, which is built on a rocky mountain, a gorgeous stained glass window suddenly exploded from the inside out!

Four or five Squirrel Gang members were pushed together by something and crashed out of the window that connected directly to the cliff!
The colorful glass fragments emit colorful light.

And then, amid the increasingly distant screams of the falling Squirrel Party, a huge bone-white figure suddenly jumped out!

A long and thin hook directly grabbed the rock on the opposite mountain and swung him over!

"Hmm," Henrik pressed his hat against the sea breeze and pulled his head back, "I still don't understand why he is so flexible?"
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After using the summoning bell given to him by the old hunters to summon his two Yharnam friends, Lan En immediately rushed back to the main building of Aretusa without stopping!

Qilin was also called up by the signal from the magic ring. The ancient dragon of the New World originally wanted to show Lan En his decisive and wise judgment, and was ready to use [Thunder] to sink the ship that was rushing towards him directly in the open sea.

Who would have thought that the ship would later ascend into the sky with its magic shield?
Qilin, who feels that he is being bullied, is in a bad mood now.

He climbed up from the outside of the rock wall of Aretuza by stepping on the rocks!
After hearing what Lan En meant, he stretched out his head and grabbed the collar of the kitten's armor, and with a "meow?" from the fluffy ball, he dragged the cat away.

It was now ready to vent its dissatisfaction with that ship on the Squirrel Party in the other ship.

Putting the Squirrel Party on Thanedd Island at this time is indeed a good plan.

During this period of time, the forbidden magic circle of Gastang Palace had been opened. From Luoxia Palace upwards, the fighting power of the warlocks was not even as good as that of ordinary soldiers.

Because they don't wear armor or carry weapons when they attend a banquet.

When meetings were held at the Gastang Palace, the entire Senedd Island was under military martial law.

The warlocks were holding a meeting in the forbidden magic circle, while the king's army was outside to prevent any invasion.

This can also be regarded as a symbol of mutual compromise between the independent status of the warlocks and the royal power.

But tonight, the royal power in Aretusa is experiencing an unprecedented crisis of confidence because of the actions of Philippa and Dijkstra.

The warlocks would never allow any soldier loyal to the king to stay on the island of Thanedd.

This creates a complete vacuum in security forces!

If the Squirrel Party gets a chance to land on the island now, it will be a complete massacre!

From a planning perspective, Lan En also admitted that this was a good plan.

The planner must have a complete understanding of the two major management organizations within the warlock group, their respective styles of operation and processes.

He must have known that the forbidden magic circle of Gastang Palace would be opened at this time, and he must have known that the warlocks would drive the soldiers off the island.

It can be said that he formulated this plan only after he had a clear understanding of the operating styles and internal conflicts of the two organizations, the Association of Talents and Skills and the Supreme Council of Warlocks, with absolute intelligence advantage.

But there is only one thing——

The creator of this plan still seemed to think of Lan as he was on the battlefield two years ago.

Although he is powerful, he is ultimately unable to split himself into two parts and is a demon hunter who is not even used to using a portal.

He thought that Lan should be concerned about his knights in the castle and the workshop area in Gos Velen, which was enough to make a demon hunter anxious. He also thought that Lan was alone, and it would not be a big deal even if he was inside the island of Thanedd. The Squirrel Party would be scattered inside the complex buildings and kill anyone they saw.

The Scoia'tael is more efficient in killing Warlocks than the Demon Hunter is in finding the Scoia'tael, right?
The more Northern Warlocks you kill, the more money Nilfgaard will make! A lot of money!
But he had no idea what this demon hunter had experienced and how much he had grown in the past two years.

Lan did hope to use this meeting, through the influence of the warlock community, to put pressure on the northern kings and achieve his own political goals.

But at the same time, he never let down his guard.

The connections and strength he has accumulated during his travels across the world, now is the time to respond!
Allocate forces according to the degree of urgency.

In the workshop area at the base of the wall of Gos Velen, Gascoigne alone would be enough to break the enemy's power configuration.

And these Scoia'tael who raided Aretuza and wanted to disperse and carry out indiscriminate killings, two old hunters from Yharnam, as well as the Flannel Ball and the Kirin were more than enough.

When has the lightning strike of the ancient dragon of the New World ever cared about things like forbidden magic circles or magic-blocking gold?

As for Gaoqiu Castle, which faced the greatest threat, Lan En simply sent his connections from the Fire World over there.

If we attack separately, wouldn't that mean the dispersed forces will compete with each other in size?

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Do you think the power you divide is greater than mine?

But you don’t know that my cards are piling up!
Therefore, Lan En remained calm even until now, when the attack had reached its climax.

He had not wanted to use such a violent process to achieve his goal, but had placed his hopes on the Wizard Summit.

But since the other party has already started to get angry, he can only wait for him to get his head broken and bleed!

The young witcher arrived at the door of the crystal cultivation laboratory. As expected, at the door of this laboratory, which is one of the most famous projects in the warlock world, three or four elves from the Scoia'tael were trying to break the door violently.

Seeing an extraordinarily tall and majestic figure walking in the dim corridor, they swallowed their saliva, not knowing whether they were excited or nervous.

But in the end, he drew his sword and rushed towards Lan En with a roar, as if he was going to die bravely.

"For Elaine!"

"Don't forget White Rose."

Lan En guessed that the slogan the elves wanted to shout out was "Don't forget the white rose of Elerien." But unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to shout out the whole sentence.

"bump!"

The sound of [Smaug]'s ferocious gauntlets grabbing the head of the person rushing towards him was as dull and crisp as hitting the head with a hammer!

Given the absolute disparity in size and strength, there was no room for any skill.

Lan En's big hand held the elf's head from the front, and he didn't care about the sword that was swinging at him.

The steel blade hit the bone-white armor, and the crisp sound of the blade breaking was not even enough to make Lan En's body tremble.

Wearing this set of armor, Lan En dared to let his arm directly lock the sword of Ludwig that was stabbed out by Yharnam [the First Knight of the Church].

Not to mention the ordinary blades of the Scoia'tael at the moment.

As if he was lifting a rag doll, he pressed his palms down, and under the palms that were holding the other person's head and face, there was a 'crack' sound as the cervical vertebrae were broken backwards.

Then he threw the body of the Squirrel Party, which was not yet dead, sideways!
The few elves that had been rushing over were sent flying backwards like bells being hit by a bowling ball.

There were dull sounds of broken bones coming from their bodies, and the expressions on their faces, which were decorated with traditional elves' tattoos, were distorted into hideous expressions by the sudden and unimaginable force.

“What are the extremists doing so righteously?”

Like a rolling gourd, the Squirrel Party were swept to the end of the corridor in an instant and piled up together.

Lan En said in a cold voice, and at the same time his heavy and explosive body began to accelerate slowly, and entered the charging state within a second!
The heavy footsteps sounded like a humanoid chariot!
"Even Aili Ruien regrets it herself, don't you idiots understand?!"

“Bang!!!”

The dull explosion sounded like the ammunition from a catapult hitting the castle of Aretuza!

It makes people feel like Aretusa is under siege!
The sound of the reefs of 'Karala' collapsing is endless.

Lan En sprinted and stomped his foot into the crowd of Squirrel Party members!

The power of tyranny and how to use it!

In an instant, Lan En's boots were like a juicer, with blood and crushed meat spurting out!

And even with the crowd as a buffer, the castle walls without magic could not withstand Lan's stomping!

The stone wall at the end of the corridor was crushed directly! The stained glass windows on the wall were also crushed by the deformation of the wall! They burst out!
The sea breeze suddenly blew in, but Lan's silver hair was already flying. After knocking a group of Squirrel Party out of Aretuza Castle, he rushed out without stopping.

The catapult hook on his left arm locked onto the farthest end after he had crossed the canyon mid-air, and with a click it grabbed the rock on the opposite side, bringing him to the high ground where the Gastang Palace was located.

(End of this chapter)