Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1776 1748. Dragon Scale Heavy Armor, Boy

Even Lan's coming to the ancient Greek world this time to help Triss relieve her mental stress was secondary.

After all, Lan's elven beacon also records the coordinates of the New World and Rivendell in the world of Arda, the two most suitable worlds for recuperation.

The ancient Greek world has beautiful scenery, architectural wonders, and the cultural style of ancient Greece is also very attractive, but that's all.

Lan's main purpose in coming here was to help Cassandra fulfill her wish.

And this younger brother who had been adopted by the Cult of Order since infancy was undoubtedly the most difficult hurdle to overcome in Cassandra's odyssey to find her biological brother.

He certainly appeared 'insurmountable'.

"She found her mother. What? Should I be so moved that I cry?" Demos's face was twisted by the force, and now there was anger and sneer on it. "Also... I'm not Alexios! I'm Demos! I'm the [Chosen One] of the Cult of God!"

Lan En frowned deeply at his sneer.

At the same time, Demos, who was at a disadvantage, also made his own moves.

He was originally holding the hilt of the Greek dagger with one hand and supporting the sword with the other.

If he hadn't changed his sword-holding posture just now, he would definitely not have the chance to hold on even for a short while.

And now, the hand that was supporting the sword moved.

The palm of that hand was resting on the sword, but the fingers were loosely clenched forward, as if about to launch something.

He and his sister Cassandra, because of the high concentration of Isu genes, have a connection with Isu artifacts far beyond that of normal people.

Their bodies will become stronger as the Sword of Damocles and the Spear of Leonidas are upgraded, and as long as they carry the artifacts on their bodies, even if they do not use the artifacts as tools, their bodies can guide part of the energy and exert some of the artifact effects.

The most direct effect of the Sword of Damocles is, of course, high-energy lighting!

Now it was a close-range fight, and Demos didn't believe that Lan En could still dodge... in such a close and tense situation?!
In just a moment, the ferocious eyes widened into astonishment.

"Pa!"*2
The two noises sounded almost like one because the interval between them was so short.

But these two voices are absolutely different.

The first sound came from Lan's hand that was originally pressing on the back of the knife. His wrist was still firmly pressed on the back of the knife, but his palm almost grabbed the opponent's wrist the moment Demos had the idea!

And the second sound... that sound was like the flash of an old-fashioned exposure camera.

Deimos did indeed inspire the high-energy illumination of the Sword of Damocles.

But with Lan grabbing his wrist in advance, the only place he could aim at was the witcher's bone-white breastplate.

After two crisp sounds, the scene fell into silence for a moment.

The only sound left was the crackling sound of the wooden beams and pillars slowly burning in the workshop.

There are many wooden structures in Phidias' workshop. The large-scale high-energy light emitted by Deimos from the ground just now can burn the marble and break it into pieces.

When it shines on wood, carbonization occurs directly.

However, because the high temperature lasted for too short a time, the wood seemed to be fine in the first one or two seconds.

But the residual temperature inside them is actually already very high.

After a few seconds, the air flows, filling the tiny gaps between the wood with oxygen, causing the seemingly innocent wood to burn.

The fire spread from top to bottom, and the flames quickly spread to the wood all over the workshop.

After all, these woods have been baked by high-energy light, which is equivalent to pre-treatment for combustion.

But Demos didn't care about the burning workshop warehouse at all.

He just stared blankly at Lan En's chest.

[Smaug] This set of armor incorporates the wild and ferocious natural savagery of the New World Survey Team. The chiseled and assembled dragon scales are bone white. When they move, friction is generated between the dragon scales, and it really looks like a dragon moving.

At this moment, Demos looked at the palm-sized black burn marks on the bone-white dragon scales, and then looked up at Lan En's face blankly.

The demon hunter also looked down following his gaze and looked at the armor plate on his chest.

Then, with a calm expression, he raised the hand that was pressing on the back of the knife and lightly patted the dust off the armor on his chest.

"Papa~"

The black burn marks have also faded a lot, and it looks like they can turn back to bone white if they are wiped with a wet towel.

Dragon scale heavy armor, boy!
"Malaca?"

Deimos uttered this elegant Greek phrase unconsciously.

But this time he didn't mean to curse anyone, but he was so surprised that he subconsciously used this curse word to express his surprise.

But now, even if Lan En held the knife with one hand, it was enough to keep the stalemate blade pressing down!
"Malacca!" This time the tone was really insulting.

Lan En pressed down the blade with one hand. Even though Demos' eyes were wide open with anger, he really couldn't resist at all.

All they could do was watch helplessly as the incredibly graceful blade pressed down inch by inch!

The blade of the divine weapon, the Sword of Damocles, a high-level Isu artifact, could barely block it, but as the blade of the Sword of the Lady of the Lake had already touched the golden shield on Deimos's body...

"Dingling~"

Lan didn't know the principle behind the Isu's golden shield, but when Arondate's blade was slowly and steadily pressed into it, the sound it made was like ice cracking, crisp and dense.

"Ugh!!!"

Watching the blade approach and cut into his body was undoubtedly a torture. Demos roared in rage and indignation.

But it's still useless.

The sharp blade first cut into the golden shield, and then continued to cut into Demos's golden shoulder armor like a hot knife cutting butter.

Then comes the skin, muscles, collarbone and shoulder blade…

Only when blood gushed out from the wound on Demos' shoulder, staining his golden armor with the shape of his chest and abdominal muscles red like a dye, did Lan En stop pressing down with his blade.

"I promised your sister that I would help her find her family." Lan En stopped pressing down with his hand, "I mean what I said."

Demos' face was pale, and one side of his clavicle and shoulder blade was cut by the blade. His arm on that side was completely powerless. It had nothing to do with willpower, but the human physiological structure did not support his strength.

The arm that had just been struggling to hold up the sword was now twitching, but he was unable to hold on no matter what. In the confrontation between the blades, the feeling of watching oneself become powerless was extremely despairing.

But even so, the pain and injury did not make Demos hide the mocking grin on his face.

"That's nice of you to say, Lan. But why didn't you think of keeping me last time? Huh?"

"I wasn't sure last time." Lan En said honestly, without hiding anything, "Besides, that was in the Parthenon. No matter if I asked you to retreat or resist fiercely, there would be trouble. But now..."

Lan didn't say anything else. He just pressed the Sword of the Lady of the Lake down two millimeters with one hand. The steel separated the flesh and bones, stirring the pain nerves in Demos' body.

Deimos's throat made the noise of a wounded animal, but his eyes were just as dangerous as before.

"You think you can make me surrender with pain?" He shouted in a mixture of pain and anger. "You will never convince me, Lan! It was Myrrine who abandoned her child! It was Cassandra who pushed her brother off the cliff!"

"Ahaha! Now they're back, trying to rebuild their family like a farce! Should I just go back and forgive them? No!"

There was a frightening determination in Demos's eyes.

"No!" he repeated, "Alexios died weakly under the cliffs of Mount Taygetus! I am the only one who survived! Only the Chosen One Deimos! Even if I die, I will only die in this identity!"

"I'm not the dog that they break their legs and then give them a bone, or even nothing, and they just wave their hands and they'll go back to guard the door!"

"I hate them! Don't you understand? I hate them!"

The demon hunter looked at him calmly, watching him vent his resentment and anger.

"No, I understand, you hate them." Lan En pulled the Sword of the Lady of the Lake out of Demos' shoulder, drew an arc with his hand, and left a terrible blood mark on the ground.

"So it shouldn't be me who should convince you from the beginning to the end. That is Cassandra and Myrrine's business."

"I am only responsible for bringing you to them. Love and hate are things that cannot be forced."

In fact, you can force it, use magic, use elixirs... but what's the point?

Let your family members become victims in the hypnosis essay and build a theme park called "Family" for yourself?

If this really happened, I'm afraid it would be Lan who would stop Cassandra, because she probably really had mental problems.

"But you really are..."

Although he had drawn out the Sword of the Lady of the Lake, Lan En looked as if he had something to say that he was unable to express himself.

"You are really silly."

It's really hard to tell this to Demos, as he would probably think it was an insult from Lan.

But what he said, 'Myrrine abandoned him and Cassandra pushed him off the cliff', was obviously the explanation given to him by the Cult of Kosmos after they could no longer conceal his life story.

But in Demos's heart, this was enough reason for him to hate his family.

To resolve this misunderstanding and make the Cult of Kosmos rebel against the decades of indoctrination in his heart, only Cassandra and Myrrine can do it.

"The sound is right here! Wait, why is this place on fire?"

Just as I said, whoever I wanted has arrived. Outside the workshop, the falconer has come.

(End of this chapter)