Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1679 1651. Magical Illusion
"Okay, it looks like this area is almost cleaned up Wow wow! Lan En, what are you doing?!"

Cohen just opened his mouth, ready to affirm his achievements after working in the sewer for a few days, but halfway through his words, he suddenly screamed.

The whole person shrugged and stepped back, looking frightened.

And the reason lies in the young demon hunter's current actions.

Lan En pried open the ratman's skull with a "click" sound as the blade rubbed against the bone, just like he was scraping off a piece of butter with a dinner knife at breakfast.

He dug out a piece of the soft, greasy, and actually small rat man's brain, and then put it into his mouth like butter for breakfast!
No wonder Cohen was shocked now.

Although the working environment of demon hunters is generally dirty, disgusting and dangerous, when they extract materials from monsters, they are not afraid to take disgusting organs such as the monsters' brains, eyeballs, tongues and hair.

But at least those things were processed by the witcher's alchemy before entering his mouth.

Like Lan, who pried open the monster's head and ate its brains on the spot after killing it. Cohen couldn't think of any other reason except some weird "personal hobby", nor could he find the practicality of this behavior.

The meat of rat people is fishy and smelly, and even livestock and poultry will not eat it. Moreover, their appearance at least looks like a human, which is even more of a psychological barrier for humans.

Generally speaking, the taste of internal organs is stronger than that of meat, and the brain has an even stronger sticky taste.

After seeing Lan's actions, Cohen suddenly wondered if he didn't understand his friend well enough.

Which kind person has this hobby? !

But Lann also has something to say: Space Marines have this hobby.

The rat man's brain entered his mouth without being chewed, and its greasy and smelly texture slid directly into his esophagus.

But it will not fall into Lan's real native stomach, but will pass through the [pre-stomach] first.

The huge amount of disease-causing bacteria and parasites on the ratmen are as harmless to Lan's body system as ordinary proteins.

While this small piece of brain is properly digested in the [pre-stomach], the substances in it will first stimulate the two nerve connection points between this reinforced organ and Lan En's spine.

[Gene Detection Neuron] starts working from here.

Lan En's eyes began to blur briefly, and the [genetic detection nerves] in his body began to absorb the memory fragments of this rat man.

The other party's memory seemed very shallow and fragmented, and the sense of immersion was simply incomparable to the [Memory Depth] brought by the gene seed.

This resulted in Lan En seeing what he wanted to see from that poor memory in just a few breaths.

"Boom."

Lan En threw away the rat man's head that he had cut open, and the big rat's head fell into the mud in the sewer.

"Uh." Cohen stood a little further away, with a forced smile on his face, "Lan En, you didn't say you had this hobby. Is it delicious?"

"It's not tasty. Even rat shit tastes better than ratman brain." Lan calmly shook off the residue on the dagger and sheathed it again. "But this is not a hobby, Cohen. This is a job requirement, just like when we drink potions. Please be a little professional, okay?"

"The potion can bring me strength. The rat-man brain can be used as a substitute for the evil ghost brain in the formula, but what can the unprocessed rat-man brain bring?"

Cohen scratched his chin disapprovingly. His beard still hid the acne scars left by the smallpox he had contracted when he was young and had not yet mutated.

He stretched his head and asked teasingly, "Or is this the secret recipe of your bear pie?"

"It's just my secret recipe." Lan En shrugged with a smile, but then he became serious, "But man, it seems that you have made a big mistake in your work."

"Hmm?" Cohen frowned suddenly, "What do you mean?"

This job is related to whether he can go to the front line safely, so he takes it very seriously.

And he was very confident in his business ability. Lan En suddenly said this, and he felt something was wrong.

But the young witcher said nothing more, and suddenly began to move in the sewer, waving at him to follow.

Out of trust in Lan, Cohen didn't ask any questions and just went with him.

The route Lan took was neither remote nor hidden. To be honest, Cohen had been wandering around cleaning the sewers for almost a week, and there was nothing remote or hidden about the sewers for him.

But Lan stopped halfway along a very ordinary corridor.

"Are we there yet?" Cohen spoke with a frown. The corridor was straight and simple. It ended at a glance and there was nothing there.

He didn't understand why Lann stopped here.

"I pass by here at least three or four times every day."

“But you still can’t see clearly here.”

"what?"

Cohen was puzzled and looked back and forth at the simple corridor that he could see the end of.

But after scanning twice, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

This corridor is actually made up of five brick walls, but now that he has carefully observed it, he finds that when he scans it, he will unconsciously quickly glance over one of them, as if he is instinctively impatient and doesn't care.

Of course, he would not notice this under normal circumstances, after all, this was just an ordinary corridor.

But now, when Lan En led them to stop here and observe attentively, Coen's experience enabled him to discover that something was wrong with his mentality.

"Is there magic here?" Cohen concluded in a low voice, looking down at the roaring griffin pendant that was slightly beating around his neck.

The pendant would jump when passing by here, but he hadn't noticed it before!
Magic interfered with his thoughts here.

The interference was not severe, but the structure of this corridor was so simple that no one passing by here would be too wary, so it was actually very useful.

Since magic was involved, Cohen became serious. He reached over his shoulder and grasped the hilt of the griffin's silver sword.

"Is it an illusion? Or is it just a mechanism plus a simple hint?"

Cohen was indeed experienced. After realizing that his mentality had been affected by magic, he immediately proposed two possibilities.

"It's an illusion." Lan En was more direct than him. His deep eyes could directly see the veins of the flow of magic power.

"Did you bring the magic gold bomb? Or some magic item?"

Cohen's thinking is very conventional. This is basically the way witchers think when dealing with magic. Even if he calls Vesemir over, he has to be said to be steady and appropriate.

"Magic props?" Lan En stood in front of the wall, turned around and smiled at him, "I guess I brought them."

"What does it mean?"

Cohen muttered, but he and the fluff ball still drew their swords and prepared for battle.

"呲~"

When Aarondite pulled it out, the slight friction between the steel and the scabbard was very pleasant to the ear, and Lan's simple movements carried a sense of smooth beauty.

The bright silver blade light casually swung out blade flowers in the air, leaving a fan-shaped afterimage.

His deep eyes glanced over briefly, and then he thrust the long sword straight forward.

The necklaces on the necks of the two demon hunters jumped violently at this moment, and then fell silent.

The originally flat and solid brick wall in front of me began to ripple like the reflection of water waves, then became transparent and disappeared.

At the same time, a foul smell belonging to the rat-men and the chirping sounds of the rats gathered together came out unhindered.

The smooth, solid brick wall disappeared, replaced by a few scattered bricks with hard hairs scratched on them by the ratmen.

"." The scene fell silent for a moment. Only those brainless mice were left screaming and running around.

The ratman, who was standing almost face to face with the witchers, and the witchers blinked at the same time.

The rat man didn't seem to have thought that people could be seen in this place.

The two witchers and an Elu cat never thought that there would be so many ratmen in this place!
After the magical illusion on the wall was broken, Lan En was able to look directly inside without any obstruction by relying on his height advantage. There were densely packed rat eyes flashing green light!
At least four or five hundred!
The moment Cohen's illusion was broken and he saw the scene inside, he felt his whole body suddenly go cold, and the hair on the back of his neck and scalp stood up!

How come there are so many ratmen in the sewers of Long Exeter? ! And they are covered by magic? !
There was no time to think, it was almost like an instinct that the blood rushed to my head.

Cohen's voice suddenly burst out when his eyes were still blurred by shock!

"We can't let them out!"

While shouting, the witcher of the Griffin School rushed into the broken wall where the ratmen were piled!

Of course we can't let these ratmen rush out. If four or five hundred ratmen suddenly rush out of the sewer, a massacre will happen in the city of Long Exeter today!

However, just as Cohen was about to rush into the crack in the wall and block the exit subconsciously because of the chivalry he had learned in the Griffin School.
"Bang!!!"

A much larger, more majestic, and more powerful figure started up behind him, and in the blink of an eye, it passed him and crashed into the pile of ratmen!

In an instant, there were the sharp screams of the mice, the crisp sounds of bones being broken and crushed, and the sound of blood being squeezed out of the skin and spurting out!

Exploded at the same time!

The reproductive capacity of rats seems to naturally make their living places extremely crowded. The space behind the wall is neither too big nor too small, but it must be very crowded to accommodate four or five hundred rat people.

Lan En thrust his shoulders forward and charged at them, forcing a hole in the crowded mass of dirty flesh and blood!
A second ago, Cohen subconsciously, his body instinctively rushed towards the group of ratmen, his mind full of the possibility of his death.

The next second, those smelly monsters with bared fangs and claws turned into a pile of meat paste whose shape could not be seen clearly.

"Cohen, seal the door!"

"Today, none of them can get out."

(End of this chapter)