Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 437 Chapter 436. Rogner’s demon spirit

"This was the first corpse we investigated at that time, and he was also the one who ran the furthest among the soldiers."

Gede stood behind Lan En, who was half-crouching, and said, his eyes blackened by drinking [Cat's Eye] and scanning the surroundings alertly.

"There were seven corpses in front of them, and their appearance was very different from his. These soldiers thought that there were just a few ghouls running into the tomb, so they walked down fully armed and high-spirited under orders. But when the demon spirit appeared in front of them When they emerged, they realized that the steel swords and armor in their hands could neither hurt the enemy nor protect themselves."

 “Simply put: this is the inexplicable self-confidence of laymen.”

There was no sarcasm in Gede's tone. He was used to this kind of thing, so he just shook his head expressionlessly.

When taking tasks in the countryside, there will always be some shouting young men hanging around the witcher carrying pitchforks, sickles and flails for threshing the valley.

They said that the witcher just swings the sword a few times and has to take away a lot of money from their village. This is not fair at all.

They will also say that their pitchforks and sickles can do the same thing as the witcher's sword, and use this as an argument to once again state that witchers should not earn so much money.

Originally, Lan En didn't know if this was the case in the Nilfgaard Empire in the south, but judging from Gede's current expression, the farmers in the north and south were pretty much the same.

 They all feel that they know how to deal with monsters better than the witchers.

"You can't ask for more, Gerd. You have to know that even the training of a witcher can be regarded as higher education in this world."

 Lan En stood up from a half-crouched position and clapped his hands.

“The vast majority of people don’t even have the knowledge to use parallelism and sarcasm as fluently as you do. What more can you ask for?”

Just as the two were talking, at the corner of the tomb in the distance, a quiet and strange green light diffusely reflected from the water.

 At the same time, a cold feeling that was different from the moisture in the groundwater began to spread.

The faint green fire seemed to be the light of some kind of oil lamp.

Because accompanied by the sound of the rusty iron chain shaking and the glass cover of the oil lamp shaking because it was not firmly fixed, the green light was flickering on the water.

Gede silently pulled out the silver sword from his back, while Lan En's left hand was placed on the scabbard at his waist, and his thumb slightly opened the guard of the Lake Lady's Sword.

"my child!"

There was no sound of water being stirred by footsteps, but the words that sounded like a dry throat and leaky wind were getting closer and closer.

 With jealousy of the living, and a sense of resentment at being wronged by everyone, even the entire world.

“Calantha! You owe me. You owe me a boy! You should give me a boy!”

 “I should have a successor. My bloodline.”

 Lan En and Gerd looked at each other. Both of them seemed to be skilled demon hunters. Of course, they would not be affected by the cold atmosphere brought by the wraith.

Even if there was something to eat right now, both of them could drink first in front of the resentful spirit.

If you don’t have the guts to hide and seek with evil spirits in a haunted house, you’d better not take up the profession of a demon hunter.

At this time, the curiosity, gossip and surprise in Lan En and Gede's eyes were much more conspicuous than fear.

"Listen to this. Is he Calanthe's dead husband? Ragnar of Ebbing?"

Gede said silently "Wow".

"I heard that he was very friendly and a gentle king during his lifetime. How did he become like this after his death?"

Lan En also slapped his mouth and glanced at the corner of his retina.

 Mentos' timing system is running on time. It is now 3:17 in the afternoon.

 It is not noon or midnight.

 This means that the demon spirit transformed by the king is neither a day demon nor a night demon.

 There is a high probability that it is an ordinary demon spirit.

 “Who knows?”

 Lan En turned around and faced the direction of the green light with Gede.

"It sounds like he is blaming Calanthe for not giving him a son. It is also understandable that the kings care about this the most. Moreover, Calanthe is called the 'Lioness of Cintra', but no one has ever Call Rogna 'The Lion of Sintra'."

"Having been suppressed by his strong wife all his life, even a man with a gentle personality will probably be a little resentful when he dies." "Ha, I guess it's not that simple." Gede smiled teasingly.

“Have you heard the gossip in the countryside of Cintra? About the ‘Lioness’?”

"I haven't heard of it, and I don't want to know." The young man began to step forward, and the sound of splashing water could be heard without any obstruction.

Lann glanced at Gede lightly.

“You should have a certain temper when you like to listen to gossip. If you really hear something important, you are causing trouble for yourself. You should understand this truth.”

 “Hey, I owe you a favor, you have the final say.”

Gede shrugged, the silver sword in his hand danced with sword flowers habitually, and followed Lan En's footsteps.

At the corner of the tomb, a fluttering demon spirit with no visible feet under its tattered skirt also wandered out.

It has turned into a dead bone, and there is still a crown hanging crookedly on its head.

The moment he saw the two demon hunters, the demon spirit seemed to collapse inward into a ball of gray smoke and disappeared without a trace.

The two demon hunters seemed not to have seen it and continued to walk forward.

  The necklace around his neck began to tremble, and Lan En and Gede seemed to have reached an agreement.

 One took a half-step forward and the other made a small jump backward, creating a just-right gap.

As the two people moved away, a cloud of gray smoke appeared out of thin air in the space vacated by the two people. Then the gray smoke expanded outward and turned into a demon spirit again.

As soon as it appeared, it spread out its withered arms and raised its two arms like a windmill.

Hold a rusty rapier in one hand, and an oil lamp with a glass cover in the other.

Those ordinary soldiers will most likely die like this.

 They don’t know that demon spirits can move instantly, and they don’t know that ordinary armor has limited effect on demon spirits’ weapons.

 But now, the two people present are experts in dealing with monsters.

 They are professional and calm.

 “Dang!”

 【Wei Mingren·Dengli】!

The Sword of the Lake Girl took the initiative to meet the rusty blade before the demon spirit had finished swinging the first circle.

 Suddenly, a circle of dazzling sparks burst out in the dark tomb.

The demon spirit's light body has no posture at all, but this skillful blocking still prevents it from making a second turn.

  The demon spirit's movements were completely blocked by Lan En.

At this moment, Gede arched his feet forward and reared his horse, and struck out with a sword that he had been preparing for a second!

 The sound of howling wind shows the speed and power of this sword.

 The dim yellow oil sheen on the blade is another material support from Lan En.

 Ged's angry strike is very different from Lan En's skill and power at the beginning.

This sword coated with [Evil Spirit Oil] directly ripped off half of the demon spirit's shoulder.

The long sword glowing with golden light followed closely behind and chopped off the demon spirit's bone-like head.

In a burst of wailing that seemed to go straight into the soul, the green fire burned on the demon spirit.

After a while, there was only a pile of ashes left under the water at the foot's depth.

Having struck out a sword just now, Gede, who was quite imposing, didn't even have time to take back his silver sword and hurriedly squatted down.

 Hold the pile of ashes out with your own hands.

He was still muttering: "Evil spirit dust! Hehe, evil spirit dust!"

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 (End of this chapter)