Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1726 1698. The Sword That Was Not Cut

[Muddy Stream·Destruction] was held high in the air, but it did not fall down as fiercely as the black gust of wind.

Lan En frowned and looked at the vengeful ghost.

The black and purple smoke on its body, which represents the [chaotic state] that is still consuming and draining its strength, is finally dissipating.

Soon, this vengeful ghost will get rid of the [chaos] and easily accumulate considerable filthy power in the darkness again. And continue to fight indomitable and tireless manner.

The normally dark area in the outside world will continue to expand to an unknown limit.

Lan En was holding a sword that clearly couldn't completely remove the curse. Did this mean that even he hadn't figured out a way to remove the curse yet? He could only kill the vengeful ghost first and continue to hopelessly delay time?
It seems to be true.

"Buzz!"

When [Muddy Stream·Destruction] hit something, the sound of the sword hitting it was like the evening bell of a church. But even if it was swung in the air before hitting it, a sword of this weight and size would make a chilling roar when stirring the air.

The expression of half fear and half anger on the ghost's face became more and more intense, but he still stared at the giant sword that was about to behead him and kill him again, as well as the man holding the sword.

It is waiting for its own resurrection and the fight to start again.

But in the next moment.
"Woo~"

The wind whistled, and the thick, black sword did not make any sound as if it had hit anything.

The bone-white sword blade stopped at the neck of the crouching vengeful ghost, with only a centimeter of space left before it could cut in!
The switch between violence and calm, extreme speed and sudden stop only takes a moment.

Lann's superb skills, strong control and physical fitness allow him to complete this scene with ease.

[Muddy Stream·Destruction] stopped at the neck of the vengeful ghost instead of chopping off its head which was much larger than a human.

This abrupt change even froze the distorted face of the vengeful ghost.

But Lan En had already raised the sword again, and walked away from the execution position beside the vengeful ghost and came in front of it.

With a rough sound of "hiss", [Muddy Stream·Destruction] was inserted into the ground, and the remaining dragon skin of destruction on the handle floated in the darkness.

Lan stood before it again.

But at this moment, the black and purple smoke on the ghost's body, which represented the trace of the [chaotic state], had actually disappeared, but it was still lying on the ground.

"You are veterans of Nilfgaard."

Lan En looked into the other's huge eyes that emitted a strange copper-green light and spoke.

"'Never forgive, never forget'. Is that how those who cursed you described me?"

Lan En shook his head seriously.

"You are veterans of Nilfgaard," he repeated. "You plundered slaves, burned villages and mills, and raped women and children, even girls with the plague, in the last northern war."

"You also killed many, many people."

"I once helped a refugee group there, and together with their leader, we tried very hard to send the refugees out, but he and they all died. Killed by you."

"In the end, we can only hope that the records of your atrocities can be sent out. Just send the records out."

When talking about this, Lan En's face was solemn and serious, as if he was reciting heroic epics or heroic myths.

The fire of resentment in the vengeful ghost is gradually extinguishing.

"Yes, in my eyes, you do deserve to be punished."

Lan En said bluntly.

"But," he pursed his lips, "your legion has been defeated by me and others. Maybe only one-fifth of your legion survived?"

Lane isn't sure about the exact number.

"And you have already seen the craziest, most hysterical, and bloodiest battlefield. You were frightened out of your wits but still had to fight non-stop."

"Then I showed up and crushed you. And gave you clock phobia."

"When you hear the bells, you will remember that day. You will never forget that day."

"When the bell rings, you will involuntarily become panicked and nervous, and even start to feel like you are still on the battlefield, with enemies around you that could kill you at any time but you can't find them. This makes you even more panicked and nervous."

Lan En looked at the huge head of the vengeful ghost in front of him and spoke calmly.

"You have endured the hardships of the northern prisoner camp until the negotiations are over and the prisoners are handed over. You have begun to return home."

"But then, you began to be regarded as an unstable and dangerous factor by the people in your hometown and the sheriff. After all, you are skilled in murder, arson and robbery, and your emotions are extremely unstable."

"At first, you may be regarded as a hero or a pitiful person, and be tolerated and cared for in your hometown. But as time goes by, even your closest and most reliable family members will fear you and hate you, and eventually..."

"They will drive you away, despise you, and hurt you."

"But to be honest, up to this point, I still think that this punishment is not too severe for you."

Lan put his hands on his hips in front of it and sighed.

"But." He put his hands on his hips and shook his head. "You fought for the Nilfgaard Empire. You burned, killed and looted according to the empire's style and orders, and then fought bloody battles. But after you returned, you became..." Lan En opened his mouth.

"The material of the curse, the subject of the experiment. The basis that was kept like livestock, just to give birth to you."

Lan En's eyes swept over the outline of the vengeful ghost.

"You are wrapped up in the curse and no longer have individual consciousness. But you will still be frightened as soon as the bell rings, and once you are frightened, you will appear."

"Honestly, I don't know what you will become if this curse is truly lifted."

Lan was silent for a moment.

"So. That's it."

The vengeful ghost raised its huge head slightly, and its strong skin rubbed against the ground, making a scraping sound.

"So be it." Lan looked at it and repeated, "Sin, hatred, revenge, torture, and curse... all end here."

The vengeful ghost looked at Lan En, the expression on its face was originally twisted and divided into two, but now, the fear and anger were gradually becoming unified.

The evil ghost's face, which had been distorted and painful since its birth, was slowly becoming calm.

Lan En still looked into its copper-green eyes and spoke solemnly.

"For the sword that was not cut just now, I forgive you, soldier."

He announced it so solemnly, and after the announcement, the witcher did not hesitate or stop at all.

He turned around and nonchalantly exposed his back to the vengeful ghost.

He grasped the hilt of the sword [Muddy Flow·Destruction] that was stuck in the ground before, pulled it out, and took it away.

As he walked, he bent his knuckles and the scales of Smaug on his gauntlets tapped against the broad sword blade, making a small but still distant and heavy impact sound.

"Don't be afraid of it anymore, and don't be afraid of me anymore," Lan En said without turning his head, just pausing for a moment, "Forget it all, soldier."

"Your war is over."

Lan walked forward, this time without looking back or pausing.

The huge darkness that has expanded beyond the field of vision has already covered the sky and the sun. Even the sun's rays appear dim and dirty in it.

But then, this huge area of ​​constant darkness began to fluctuate violently with a certain location behind Lan En as the origin.

Starting from that origin, the space began to sway like water waves, and the waves spread outward.

Every outward-expanding wave will cause all things that were originally dulled to briefly regain their bright colors.

Therefore, every time a ripple swept through the space, Lan En would return to his gentle and beautiful appearance, but when the ripple passed, he would appear gloomy and weird again.

The frequency of the ripples becomes more and more dense, and the width of the ripples becomes larger and larger.

Until finally, the entire constant darkness disappeared completely, as if it had recolored the world.
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Lincoln and his men borrowed Nilfgaard's carriages, transported the prisoners, the wounded, and most importantly, the bell out of the woods, and drove the horses to the Nilfgaard military camp.

When they got back here, Lincoln was not surprised.

There's still no one here.

Normally, when an important and large-scale battle ends and is won, the sounds of cheering, shouting, and war cries are enough to be heard ten miles away.

But after the battle, there was complete silence. The Nilfgaardian military camp was still huge, but messy and silent, like a large haunted house.

The ever-expanding darkness has scared too many people, so much so that neither the soldiers who survived the battle nor the commanders of the battle dare to let anyone stay here.

Moreover, this time the vengeful ghost's darkness spread from the center of the battlefield, driving all the troops evenly in all directions, greatly increasing the difficulty of reorganizing the team.

It will probably take half a month of non-stop work to gather all the troops who participated in the war back to the army.

Lincoln was driving the carriage in the middle of the team. His own horse, Henry's Little Gray, and the horses of the cavalry and knights in the original team were all in the hands of the Embers Knight behind him.

Continuing to walk inside the ghost town-like Nilfgaardian military camp, the Embers Knight in front stopped steadily, so Lincoln also controlled the carriage to stop.

He was equally unsurprised when he got off the bus.

The sorceress with burgundy hair, wearing a hunting suit that still showed off her curves, was curled up in her master's arms.

Lincoln stretched out his fingers and scratched his chin.

As early as when the sorceress gave a hurried and surprised notification and then completely hung up the telepathy, he had anticipated that he would see this scene when he came back.

"grown ups."

He was the first to go up and say hello, and was glad that the two people opposite him just hugged but did not kiss, otherwise he would have to wait a little longer.

But on second thought, given the sorceress's personality, they would have probably hugged and kissed her a long time ago.

If it weren't for the lack of time, we would have rushed back and probably would have done it right there.
(End of this chapter)