Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 617 619. Guidance

 The corners of Darkley's mouth twitched under his helmet.

 Fear, surprise, fear. He himself couldn't tell what his emotions were at this time.

 Looking at those shining vertical pupils, Darkley could hardly control the trembling of his body.

What the **** is this?

This demon hunter was massacring an organized Nilfgaardian legion, killing hundreds of them in just a few dozen minutes!

On the other hand, he assessed the organizational strength of the enemy's troops in a high-intensity combat environment, and used his own way to begin to suppress the sanity of everyone in the Nilfgaardian army.

Even, he firmly grasps the degree, size, and urgency of this sense of oppression in his own hands!

If it weren't for the fact that my group was not a graduate of the Nilfgaard Military Academy, it would have been a dirty job of licking blood from the edge of a knife.

Then even if they are determined to survive, they will definitely not make the decision to "collapse their own system" so simply.

 Because orthodox sergeants should at least have some sense of honor and responsibility, but they have nothing.

 It is precisely because of this that they will move a little faster than Lan En expected.

"You bastard. Could it be that you are some kind of conductor who graduated from college? Oxenfurt?"

"No, we can't talk about it." Lan En walked towards Darkley, "I only realized after seeing a legion like yours that I can 'feel' your thoughts."

 The Emperor's Children generally have the ability to control the emotions of crowds in front of large-scale crowds.

This allows them to excel in speeches, diplomacy, inspiring emotions, connecting with parties, etc.

 However, this kind of control of general emotions is still effective when facing a large-scale enemy that has become an establishment.

When Lan En's eyes swept over each Nilfgaardian soldier, he could naturally vaguely feel the tension, fear, and other emotional indicators of the enemy group.

 After having measurement standards, Mentos got involved in data management.

 Use powerful computing power to synthesize Lan En’s actions and quantify the emotional impact each action can cause.

By now, in fact, according to Lan En's own estimation, in ten minutes at most, even if there is no man like Darkley in the Nilfgaardian army, their organization will be disintegrated by any mentally broken soldier.

 “Hehe, hehe. Isn’t it too scary?”

Dakley looked at Lan En, who was slowly approaching, and smiled dryly.

 But in his mind, messages were being sent out anxiously through the psionicist's telepathy.

 “I’ve been stopped, come immediately for support!”

 The telepathy that was originally going back and forth fell into silence immediately after this sentence.

 This made Darkley sneer.

In this chaotic Shura field, there should be only one person who can stop him, and his subordinates naturally know it.

Those extremely vicious guys don’t want to get themselves involved.

However, if there is no way to control them, Darkley can't be the leader.

“You all have a handle in my hand, the kind of handle that even if you get out alive, all countries in the north and south will put it on wanted notices!”

 In the silent telepathy, Darkley spoke calmly and sinisterly.

"Live for enjoyment, guys. People like us are in this business just for enjoyment, aren't we? Even if you can leave me and get out alive, you will have to be scared and wander around in the future."

"If you have money, you can't even go to the top brothels in the city and sleep on the warm **** of the courtesans. Instead, you can only **** the farmers' stinky daughters and ugly wives in the stables and haystacks in the countryside. Just because the tax officials know how to do it. Verify the courtesan’s income in detail. Is this why you want to survive?!”

"more importantly"

 “He’s tired now! Guys!”

Darkley kept retreating as Lan En slowly approached, but he seemed confident and even a little greedy during the telepathic call. "I can even say so much to you now, and he is approaching me on foot! Walking! Do you understand what this means?"

 The silence during the mind-to-heart call was unbearable, but in the end.

"Damn Darkley! You deserve to be bitten to death by the ghost dog! I'm coming."

 Finally, all of Darkley's surviving men in the battle arrived, vaguely surrounding Lan En in the center.

 He must be defeated in an instant.

Dakley ordered his subordinates in his mind.

Although Lan En was already breathing heavily, he didn't use any more "magic" that was so fast that it made people tremble. But Darkley and the others were still not sure how much energy the demon hunter had left.

In the case of having to fight, they cannot give the witcher a chance to finally break out.

 However, even at this critical moment of saving his life, Darkley couldn't help but think deeply.

 Are all of his actions deliberately guided by the terrifying demon hunter in front of him?

He can even guide the mood of a legion, can't he?

 No. You can’t think so.

 Suddenly, Darkley swallowed hard.

 If you want to survive in front of him, you must give it a last try! There is no other way to go! We’ve reached this point!

So under the command of telepathy, Darkley and a total of seven masters moved towards Lan En in the chaos.

  Closer, closer!

 In the midst of the chaos, there were even people who were completely stunned and ran past Lan En screaming.

These good players believe that they should hide well.

　　They held onto their enchanted equipment, some of which were officially distributed by Nilfgaard, and some were collected by Duke Adal himself for this mission.

 shields, maces, swords, dwarf axes, and armor. They thought that these things with various magical functions added by the magic of chaos could be the key to their victory.

 But those enchanted equipment filled with chaotic magic power are all clearly visible under [Spiritual Vision]!

 “You’re all here, that’s good.”

　　The moment before everyone was about to pounce on him, the panting Lan En suddenly said.

 Suddenly, the pupils of Darkley’s eyes under the helmet suddenly shrank!

At the same time, a layer of golden magic shield suddenly spread out on Ye Lanen's body.

At the moment when the magic light expanded, Darkley vaguely saw the face of the demon hunter that was illuminated for a moment.

Under that shining silver hair, that handsome face that aroused jealousy was so pale that it was shocking and monstrous.

Lan En's physical strength has indeed been severely depleted, and many organs in his body that have not yet undergone fundamental changes are wailing under high-intensity usage conditions that are unmatched by mortals.

 But it doesn’t matter. Although he is on the verge of exhaustion, he still doesn’t feel that he will lose to these people.

So yes, Darkley's request for help was still the result of his deliberate guidance.

He didn't know what method Darkley used to communicate with his subordinates, but he didn't believe that the commander who wasted time with him like this didn't have such methods.

Dakley's eyes were splitting, but he had reached this point, and neither telepathy nor shouting could change the situation.

 So, suddenly there was more despair in his eyes.

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 (End of this chapter)