Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 269.
No time for gossip, no time for lyricism.

On the battlefield of a deathmatch, even the farewell must be concise and efficient.

Old Robert stuck the huge sword that was already unsteady in his hand on the ground, and then rushed towards Master Xianfeng and the three undead worms without looking back.

"For Robert!!!"

This middle-aged man who came here from across the ocean from Europe shouted his son's name, which was also his own name.

The ferocious teeth and limbs of the undead worm hit dazzling sparks on the front of his armor.

But he didn't care about it, and rushed directly to the 'pedestal' that the bugs were attached to, beside Master Xianfeng.

The thick arms tightly hugged the Buddha with only a handful of bones left, and the sound of fractures could be heard endlessly.

The undead also 'embrace' the enemy that came to them.

The countless appendages of the centipedes wrapped and entwined old Robert tightly.

The sound of chitin rubbing against steel is chilling.

Under the steel armor, thick blood dripped down.

The centipedes had already penetrated the weak points of the armor with their appendages, and began to touch the flesh inside the armor.

Old Robert was clearly and slowly feeling the sensation of being slowly tightened and torn apart.

This terrifying feeling reminded him of the bugs he caught and ripped off his legs and feet one by one when he was a child.

However, the person who is being slowly torn apart now is himself.

And old Robert still didn't let go, he still tightly imprisoned Master Xianfeng in place.

The undead worm that provides jumping and moving power like a spring is now also wrapped around him, unable to move.

Master Xianfeng's withered body was squeezed into a ball by the 'hug', and the dagger inserted into the top of his head was still scratching his skull and mandible.

With no expression on his skeleton-like face, he just bowed his head and muttered silently.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Be merciful to me, Buddha, be merciful and save the suffering."

The human body is hugging, and the centipede's body is entangled, like a drawing from the eighteenth hell.

Lan En showed no extra expression, nor did he pay much attention to the scene.

He just gritted his teeth calmly and pulled out old Robert's giant sword.

The huge sword body is dim and dirty, and it looks like it has experienced the battlefield.

Lan En's leather gloves were clenched tightly on the hilt, making a "creak" sound as the leather was pressed and rubbed against each other.

"It's the right weight, isn't it, Mentos?"

The width is one and a half palms, the length is 1.8 meters, and the giant sword of steel weighs dozens of kilograms.This is not a weapon that ordinary people can wield.

It's not even a weapon that ordinary people can pick up.But for hunting monsters
".Yes, it fits well, sir."

Mentos knew Lane.

It knows that its main body doesn't care whether the giant sword fits or not, but it still agrees.

The giant sword was held in the hands of the witcher, and there was a whimpering sound.

The sound of the wind is completely different from the sharp sound of piercing the air when holding the Da Dao and the Lake Lady's Sword.There is a sense of oppression, and even makes people want to cover their chests to calm their heartbeat.

At this time, the eight hundred bhikkhuni had just crossed paths with Wei Ming.

The golden steel dragon knife slashed at her waist, and the phantom body did not bleed, but was brought out a handful of liquid like viscous spray.

Wei Mingyi's physical strength was on the verge of limit, and he didn't even completely dodge the opponent's naginata blade this time.

A large piece of coir raincoat was cut off from the shoulder, and the whole arm had to be removed.

Under the prajna mask of the [-] nuns, there was a sinister laugh.

But she is not ready to continue fighting with Wei Ming.

Her purpose has always been clear and definite——

Together with Master Xianfeng, these enemies who have already exhausted their energy will naturally be easily dealt with.

She was not a warrior, not even a warrior.She is just a guard with a knife to protect the dragon.

There is not too much psychological burden, and I don't care about the persistence and glory on the blade.

We have received the gift of the dragon and insect, and have gone through vicissitudes.

Immortality is a long journey to enlightenment.

I heard that the dragon came here from the homeland of the West, and from this, we have already understood the reason for the gift of immortality.

Shenlong must be 'stored' in the 'cradle' and sent back to his hometown.

For this reason, there must be no mistakes in 'cradle' at this time!

The eight hundred bhikkhuni floated up suddenly and lightly like a steel wire tied to his back.

The sinister laughter resounded in the Buddhist hall.

but then
"Give it to me, get off!"

The huge blade smashed down from mid-air with an appalling sound of piercing through the air!
Lan En exhaled high-temperature breath from his open breathing mouth.

The air in front of his mouth and nose was even slightly distorted by the temperature.

The speed of the two hearts was unprecedented, and the technique of controlling the activity of the heart through the breathing method learned from the ninja move book took effect.

The blood flowing from the two hearts has greatly increased the oxygen carrying capacity, and the blood pumped by the [second heart] has an additional high temperature for unknown reasons.

Lan En also poured the [Battle Potion Combination] that he composed himself.

【Thunder】, 【Blizzard】, 【Maribo Forest】.

Improve physical strength, neural response, and vitality recovery speed respectively.

The poison of the potion penetrated into the blood vessels of the face and gathered into a deep black around the eye sockets.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni who could cut Lan En away with a single blow, now choked back even the sinister laughter after receiving Lan En's giant sword.

"when!!!"

Loud bangs and sparks.

The weight, length, and shape of the weapon are enough to support Lan En to suppress it with strength!

Old Robert's blade not only directly pressed Eight Hundred Bikuni's naginata this time, but even pressed it all the way to her chest!

Because of the angle, the tip of the giant sword cut into the opponent's shoulder.

The wide and thick sword squeezed into phantom-like flesh and blood, and the damage of this sword far exceeded the sum of the damage suffered by the eight hundred bhikkhunis before!

She couldn't even land smoothly anymore. Her original movement was like flying leaves, but now she couldn't help but staggered two steps when she landed.

"Oh haha! Beautiful [One-word Cut]!"

Even though he was panting and sweating, Wei Ming still laughed and praised generously.

[Ashi Mingliu] is an unrestrained technique. Of course it is good to use a sword and a sword, but when facing an opponent with a large body and a large weapon, you can directly use a giant sword to match martial arts.Lan En's talent and resilience made him very happy.

But Lan En himself didn't have so many psychological fluctuations.

He just stared at the corner of his field of vision, the countdown timer set by Mentos.

2 minutes.

Old Robert bought 2 minutes with his life.

30 seconds have now passed.

Those cat eyes stared at Prajna after landing, like a very hungry bear.

The good feel of the giant sword, as well as his current state, even made Lan En want to work together with Wei Ming, and simply kill the phantom first.

Wei Ming Yixin naturally had the same idea, and immediately took advantage of the moment when the eight hundred bhikkhuni landed unsteadily, put the long knife into the scabbard.

With Iai Zhan's low profile, he suddenly approached the opponent.

This is [Ashina Cross Cut]'s opening move.

With Wei Ming's single-minded attainments, it's not difficult to behead someone while taking advantage of his unstable footing!
But then, under Lan En's unsuspecting eyes, that sinister sharp laughter sounded again.

A few of them were exactly the same as the eight hundred bhikkhunis, but they were all ink-colored clones, appearing like mirror images pulled out of the water.

A spell of unknown effect.

The demon hunter held the hilt of the giant sword, and kept scanning from the corner of his eye.

That's why he didn't think about killing Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni quickly——

As the highest-ranking seat lord, it's impossible for her not to have some weird backhands.

After all, even Master Xianfeng, who seemed to have repented, had undead worms on his body that were not ordinary.

As the master of Mount King Kong, it is quite normal to know some spells.

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