Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1885, Section 1857: Frozen
Lan En calmly watched the blue light curtain that cleaved down vertically and extended forward in front of him.

Between dashing and pausing to dodge, Lan En's movements were natural and fluid. He could deflect oncoming attacks with just a tiny movement, appearing effortless and carefree.

The light barrier was sharp and piercing, and like an extension of a blade, it cleaved forward and struck the opposite wall of the hall!

The assassin, Seria, was already standing near the wall by the spiral staircase. This strike essentially covered the entire hall, hitting the wall and leaving a blue magical mark before disappearing.

The long strip of perfume powder that Torisia scattered in the middle, leading to Dolores, was cut in half.

If it were allowed to extend normally, who knows how far it could be cut.

"I see." As the demon hunter dodged aside the light barrier created by the Japanese katana, his eerie voice also came through, "You use this kind of sword, but you don't pursue swordsmanship. Instead, you're used to using magic to create similar effects?"

"Then let me show you... what this slash was originally supposed to look like."

Under the influence of [War Ash], the assassin Seria, who had not yet overcome the brief period of weakness after using War Ash and was still in a downward slashing posture, was now filled with dread!

A clear yet sudden chill went straight into my heart.

At that moment, he managed to glance to the side.

It turns out that the Witcher, who had just dodged the light barrier a moment ago, has now lowered his center of gravity and assumed a stance for drawing his sword!

And just as he turned to look at him.

Aarondeit, who had already sheathed his sword, suddenly felt a clear, bright light overflow from the mouth of the scabbard.

"Bah!"

The long sword trailed a trail of vivid blood in mid-air, leaving a mark as it tore through the air.

[Water-shaped Sword - Dragon Flash]!
With the first slash, the Lake Maiden's sword went straight down diagonally, slicing open the chest cavity of the Seria assassin.

The hand that held the Japanese katana, along with his arm, neck, and half of his chest cavity, were neatly severed.

The remaining arm and most of the body remained in place.

Lann's blade was too fast and too swift. So much so that when the upper half of the Seria assassin's body slid down the cut, there was only bewilderment in his eyes, and he didn't even have time to feel pain.

Then, immediately after the first strike, a surging and violent wind began to rise!
That was a berserk air blade unleashed by the skill of the first strike!
Just like the beam of light that emanated from the longsword in the hand of the assassin Seria just now, like a ray of moonlight.

The assassin's longsword emitted a light barrier powered by magic, while Lan En's air blades were derived from transcendent swordsmanship.

The sudden, violent surge of air caused the enclosed space inside the tower to emit a muffled, thunderous roar!

The assassin Seria was already practically dead when she received the first strike.

The vertical forward slashing air blade was not prepared for him either.

"Kalala!"

In front of Lan En, a sharp and violent air blade slashed vertically at the wall that formed the staircase!
A straight knife mark slammed into the wall almost instantly!

The stairs were cut off, and the wall was almost completely cut through, revealing a view of the lush forest outside.

This was after Lan En had stopped using his full strength.

The tower is, after all, a relatively enclosed space. If too strong a gust of air were to be generated here, it would make the airflow inside the tower terrifying.

Dolores was still slumped on the floor of the first-floor lobby, and Lan En had no idea how much Tolissa's perfume powder could help her recover.

Therefore, the power output of Lan En's [Dragon Flash] was carefully planned within an appropriate range.

Even so, after this strike, the books and pyroxene blocks that were haphazardly piled up in the corners of the tower were blown away with a 'whoosh' and 'clang'.

The rapid movement of air made it very difficult to breathe.

"You damned idiot!"

Selvis's shrill curses, mixed with screams, seemed faint and distant in the wild wind.

Despite his efforts to dodge in that split second, the airflow blades that extended up the stairs still managed to strike one of his hands.

The middle of the hand, at the elbow joint, was as if struck by a blade of air, slammed straight against the wall and crushed, then torn off amidst the shattering of the wall.

Selvis's severed limbs and blood splattered on the cracked wall.

Under the cold, bluish light of the pyroxene, these marks appeared somber and terrifying.

It seemed that the matter was already settled.

However, after Lan En unleashed his [Dragon Flash] strike, Torisha's shimmering perfume powder was also blown away by the gust of wind.

Dolores, who had been shrouded in perfume powder, revealed herself once more.

Her body still seemed completely powerless, awkwardly slumped on the ground.

But at least her eyes were open, and she was trying to lift her head as if she wanted to say something, her expression urgent.

Lann turned his head slightly to pay more attention to Dolores's situation.

But the next moment, the witcher's cat-like pupils contracted sharply! 'Run!'

The woman dressed as a man said this from the shape of her mouth.

And just as Lan En realized this... the raging wind inside the tower suddenly stopped.

The reason is that the temperature dropped suddenly, causing the air in the area to become heavy.

The wind stopped, and the noisy sounds inside the tower also fell silent.

"Whoo~"

Lan En's originally steady and regular breathing suddenly turned into a misty white vapor drifting out from between his lips and teeth.

In just a moment, the temperature, which had been on par with the pleasant climate of the Yatan Plateau, plummeted to below zero!
The sudden drop in temperature puts a systemic physiological stress on living organisms. Dolores was just wrapped in the powder and is in relatively good condition now, except that the exposed parts of her hands and feet, which were lying on the ground, were frozen to the floor.

The magic professor, whose arm had been severed by Lann's air blade, was trembling and on the verge of collapse, his body already bleeding profusely from the large wound.

Torisha cried out in surprise outside the door, followed by a thud.

Only the Witcher, with his modified sweat glands and pigment control organs on the skin's surface, begins to work almost simultaneously with the cooling process.

Space Marines' enhanced organs were designed with the operational environment of outer space in mind.

A Space Marine fighting in outer space can survive for a considerable period even if their power armor is damaged or malfunctions. A sudden drop in temperature is not a particularly difficult predicament for a Space Marine's physiological stability.

Lan En's hair was sticking to his body due to the drop in temperature, and white frost appeared on his eyelashes.

He looked quite cold, but his physical condition remained stable.

But right now, whether Lan En's physical condition is stable is the aspect he cares about the least.

"clatter."

The sound of footsteps on the stairs rang out calmly and steadily.

On the spiral staircase built against the wall, on the second floor, there is a person walking down the stairs.

Lan En's pupils contracted almost instantly to a slit at that moment!

He immediately wanted to back away and move a distance away.

But... "Kala la~"

The Witcher looked sharply at his left shoulder and left arm, and the sound of water freezing came from there.

At that moment, the Witcher also saw that the left half of his body was shrouded in a wisp of white, cold mist.

The cold mist hung down from the ceiling, like a dense and lingering incense smoke, or like a translucent, light ribbon.

But once your body is enveloped inside, the freezing begins immediately!
Lan En's left shoulder was frozen, and the crystalline icicles formed in the freezing air hung down from his shoulder, reaching the ground.

This affected Lan En's movements.

And in the next instant, "whoosh~"

My steps descended the spiral staircase steadily, without faltering.

But with a flick of the man's finger, a cloud of icy air rolled down from the building's floor.

As you descend the stairs, white mist spreads down. The ground is instantly covered with icicles.

Lan En, whose actions were disrupted, was instantly frozen into a thick layer of ice!
After he finished flicking his fingers, the demigod, whose red hair was as cold as moonlight and whose entire body was covered by a black robe, finally revealed his full appearance on the spiral staircase.

The magical chill emanating from Lani spread out in a cone shape, but due to the angle, or perhaps because she felt that only Lann was a threat, it was not a threat.

So, amidst the vast expanse of icicles and frigid air, only the Witcher remained frozen inside.

Beneath the red hair, the demigod's golden eyes were cold and calm.

She glanced at the witcher at the bottom of the stairs, then paid no attention to anything else.

The tall, slender figure, over three meters tall, walked to the side of the slumped-down Servis and looked down at him.

Now, without the oppressive and dangerous feeling of Lann, the magic professor was finally able to shakily pull out a red dewdrop chalice from his robes and take a sip.

His severed hand and other physical ailments were subsequently restored through the benevolent power of the Golden Tree.

The red-haired demigod, however, did not care about this.

“We have a lot to do tonight, Servis. Time is precious.” Lani was merely giving instructions. “Normally, I have no interest in your quirky sense of humor. But tonight… I can’t allow any surprises.”

"Yes, yes!" Despite the growing pains in his arm, Servis still answered respectfully, "I promise! Miss Lani, I will never..."

“I told you,” Lani interrupted him, “time is tight tonight. Your assurances are meaningless; I only want results.”

“I have my own business to attend to. Since this tower was moved here ahead of schedule, I must set off immediately to return to the Tower of the Gods in Lienia. Only there can the ceremony be completed.”

(End of this chapter)