Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1962 1934. Can you take this message out?
Lann's question sounded sincere, as if he really couldn't understand how Elon Mel could think 'the two of them are on the same side'.

"...So," [Ironthorn] said in a dry, calm voice after a moment of silence, "you don't want to carry out Rodel's arrangements for Sunshade City?"

“I didn’t say that.” The Witcher smiled gently. “I just think that even without you and your plan, the situation in Sunshade City… isn’t that difficult.”

"That's quite a confident statement," Elon Mel coldly remarked. "But as a Faded One, you're disloyal to the Two Fingers of the Round Table? You believe you only reached a consensus with the Round Table Hall by a twist of fate?"

Finally, Elonmeier's words, whether genuine admiration or a veiled threat, were ambiguous: "That's quite a bold statement!"

"Let's talk about it privately."

Lan En smiled shyly, as if he felt unworthy of the praise from the other party.

However, in his hands, Aaron Dets spun the blade with fluid, dazzling grace.

"in private?"

Elon Meir asked, as if confirming.

Almost simultaneously with the questioning, his center of gravity began to sink imperceptibly.

A deep, red power began to flow beneath his armor.

The Marei family execution sword, which had just been soaked and imprinted with his signature battle ash, was gripped tightly in his right hand.

His left shoulder was always ready to twitch.

With a slight twitch of his shoulder, the large square shield that was originally hanging on his back would be swept away by the crimson power and moved directly to the front of his left arm!

And immediately afterward, a powerful charge, supported by a shield, will begin in the next instant!
But at that moment, Lan En chuckled and said something.

“Yes, in private.” The Witcher chuckled as he said this, but then his expression turned cold. “You didn’t really think I’d let you get away with this, did you, you sadist?”

"bass!"

In an instant! A sharp whistling sound rang out!
Lan En's figure vanished from the blue bricks like a wisp of smoke!
When he reappeared, he was already standing directly in front of Elonmer's shield!
Beneath the exotic helmet entwined with blood-rusted iron thorns, Elonmer's eyes widened involuntarily, almost startling the renowned knight of this border region!
The shield in his hand had slipped from his back to his hand and was now held in front of him by a sudden jolt of his shoulder.

A deep red power surged within him and his shield, ready to burst forth at any moment!
But in the very second he charged forward, Lan En was right in front of him!

The power surged from the shield, and although Elonmer was startled, he immediately used his innate instincts to unleash the crimson power within him according to the original plan, without making any mistakes in technique.

That power, along with his shield and body, gained tremendous kinetic energy almost instantly!
The large, square shield, braving the wind, emitted a terrifying roar.

But the sound of the wind only lasted for a moment.

"Whoosh~ Bang!"

It was immediately interrupted by a heavy thud!
Although the opponent's speed was generated using supernatural power, there was still an acceleration process, only this process was unusually short.

Just as Elonmer's shield charge was about to suddenly accelerate,

Lan En captured this moment with unparalleled precision and keen insight!
His left hand grabbed the edge of the large square shield and pressed it down without saying a word!

"Kalala!"

The execution platform is an important place for the Mare family. It is the foundation upon which their family of executioners stands.

Over the long period of time, it has never lacked cleaning, inspection, and maintenance.

However, the prisoners brought here for execution are basically suppressed by the golden magic array on the execution platform before the ritual execution is carried out.

There would never be a physical altercation between the prisoner on the execution platform and the executioner from the Ma family.

Therefore, this aspect was not considered much during the design and construction process.

Right now, the violent clash of power between Lann and Elon Mel caused the execution platform beneath their feet to crumble and shatter instantly!
A large amount of wood blocks, strips, and debris instantly flew everywhere!

Amidst the flying debris, a slender and sharp glint of cold light suddenly flashed!
That was the instant after Lann used his left hand to pull down the top edge of the square shield, and Elonmeier's helmet peeked out from behind the shield! The Witcher's right hand, Arondette, immediately drew out an almost illusory silver line!

This silver line cut a clean plane out of the flying wood chips and debris.

The helmet, which was practically shaved off by the Iron Thorns, along with half of the skull!
However, Elonmer was indeed a renowned knight of the golden age of gods and dynasties.

Despite Lan En's precise, sharp, and deadly attacks, he still managed to react at the last moment!

With a clang, the metal clashed and exploded!

One of the legendary weapons of the border region, the Mare family's execution sword, was held diagonally beside his head at the last moment!
Unlike ordinary weapons, this one did not appear weak or mediocre in front of Arondette. On the contrary, it lived up to its reputation.

It completely blocked Lann's blade, leaving only the broad blade to slap against Elonmer's helmet. However, the Iron Thorn's hasty defense failed to fully withstand the Witcher's power.

However, the blade of the Lake Maiden's sword still left a white mark on the dark, blood-stained surface of the Mare family's execution sword.

The first round of their confrontation was over in the blink of an eye.

Those among the more perceptive onlookers could barely sense the sound of the execution platform being crushed!
"【Cursed Blood】!"

The perfumers in Sunshade City, for some reason, had reaction speeds that were completely unlike their counterparts in the Royal City, who seemed like complete amateurs with no combat training whatsoever.

On the contrary, they are at least comparable to professional soldiers.

But as they witnessed the sudden outbreak of conflict, they paid no attention to their former master, the current head of the Mare family, who was also lying on the execution platform. Nor did they care about their new ally, "Ironthorn" Elonmer.

Instead, they just screamed and shrieked, standing on the high walkway, staring down with wide eyes and outstretched hands, as if they wished they could jump down on the spot, shouting out the [Cursed Blood] that Elon Mel had promised them.

Fueled by the rage of fearing the loss of their cursed blood, the perfumers immediately wanted to descend the wooden walkway to help subdue the ungrateful and foolish Faded One.

But even faster than them was the figure of a fluffy calico kitten!
"You all better stay put, meow!"

The velvet ball tried its best to scold him sternly, but it didn't really sound very harsh.

Compared to words, Palicoes undoubtedly prefer actions.

The wooden walkways surrounding this execution platform, built on the outer wall of the castle, are all supported by a wooden structure underneath.

Meanwhile, the plush ball had been using its size advantage to sneak through the crowd toward the wooden walkway.

After Lan En made his move, the little cat immediately drew two swords from behind him!
It meowed and made a lot of noise, like it was holding two watermelon knives.

A burst of light red battle aura emanated from his body! He spun around like a small, sharp spinning top, lightly and nimbly stepping on the outer wall of the castle, and spun around!

A series of crisp, chopping sounds rang out.

The velvet ball was like a gust of wind that swept past the outer wall of the castle, and in its wake, the wooden walkway collapsed in a row!
The perfumers didn't need to climb the stairs anymore; they just fell straight down to the bottom of the castle.

However, the castle terrace where the execution platform was located was a completely open location, with walkways on three sides for watching the executions, erected on the outer walls of the castle.

The perfumers are concentrated in three or four locations.

The numbing dust that just now erupted from multiple locations in the arena.

There were two groups of perfumers on the path where the velvet balls had been removed, but on other paths, there were still some perfumers who seemed to be bewitched by the [Cursed Blood] and insisted on coming regardless of the consequences!
Since they don't care about anything, others certainly don't need to indulge them.

"Crackling sound!"

On the wood, which should not be conductive, a faint blue electric light suddenly appeared due to the drastic and abrupt change in the electronic environment!

Subsequently, the blue light reached its peak in a short period of time!

Finally, the high voltage difference between the environment in the sky and the wooden planks on the ground caused a powerful electric current to strike straight down!
"Bang!"

The extremely short burst of sound caused by the electric current breaking through the air creates a long, persistent tinnitus in people's ears.

And those perfumers?

To be honest, even the outer walls of the castle built along the walkway were so hot from being so close to the electric current that the blue bricks were glowing red and almost appeared to be in a fluid state.

It then darkened and turned black in the air before solidifying again.

The smooth wall now had several streaks resembling melted and solidified cream.

The Qilin stood beneath the city wall, its crystalline horns on its head and shoulders having just dimmed.

Because of the news of Elonmel's execution, the entire city of Sunshade went to witness the ceremony. So it had wandered out of the stables long ago, and nobody paid any attention.

He was still chewing on a whole Roya fruit that he had pulled from the kitchen in Sunshade City.

The commotion around the terrace didn't distract Lane and Elon Mel in the slightest.

After the Lake Maiden's sword clashed with the Marais' executioner's sword, Elonmer, pressed against the blade, slapped his own helmet.

But now that the fighting has started, these are all minor matters.

As Lann pressed down on the top edge of the opponent's shield, he suddenly felt a sudden, unexpected pushing force emanating from the shield beneath his hand.

This surprised him slightly.

Based on the movements and techniques he used to suppress Elonmel, it should have been inconvenient for Elonmel to exert all his strength in that stance.

But this power did appear.

And not only did it appear, the shield also pushed Lann away into the distance.

Witchers can understand this approach of creating space for themselves to fight their enemies.

He also wanted to change his position, so he took a step back as well.

But after taking one step, the Witcher raised an eyebrow!
That shield pushed me way beyond your arm's length! Could it push me any further?

What is that thing pushing this shield?

It's not just a shield, actually.

Lan En took a step back, but was pushed back by his opponent and found it difficult to stop.

But the next moment, the large square shield retracted on its own!

Then—"Hiss hiss hiss slurp!"

A deep red sword shadow, spinning like a drill, charged towards the Witcher from behind his retracted shield!
(End of this chapter)