Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 879 861. Possessed by a wolf (3000)

When the humanoid monster in front of him was thrown by Lan En, the huge impact basically plowed a furrow on its back on the extremely humid ground.

At last, when it scratched around and stood up, there were still wet clods of soil in its hands, and it was carried and scattered around.

"Roar!"

The big mouth that could bite a human skull when opened roared, but the sound was a bit strange, as if it was using human vocal structures to imitate the roar of a wolf.

The people in this convoy were all organized by Archbishop Klimt, and their level was not bad.

 Even believers who don’t know how to fight, at least have the awareness not to cause trouble to the combatants.

 So when Lan En threw the monster into the firelight of the camp, the nearby hooded believers and maggots immediately dispersed to the side.

 The soldiers roaming and patrolling here immediately drew their weapons and looked at the monster warily.

 It's just that unlike ordinary enemies, you will first confront the opponent for a period of time to observe the enemy's posture and weaknesses.

Then with the last ringing of the bell, the circle of golden lines spread out gently, sweeping over the people around him like a wave.

He was holding a kite-shaped shield, but he kept holding the shield and was knocked away by the hammer!

The warrior's eyes were wide open under his helmet, and his hands were squeezed between the shield and the torso, and the shape was distorted.

Lan En, on the other hand, was very brave and brave, and rushed directly into this no-man's land, entering the attack range of the monster's arm.

Every injured person next to Archbishop Klimt seemed to be fine after this burst of golden light.

There is no observation or hesitation, all it seems to have in its mind is constant attack and destruction.

 “Ouch!?”

 While he was shaking the bell, he was mumbling something.

 There is a "bang" sound.

 In all directions of the camp.

With a flurry of swings, the monster used its two extra-long arms to sweep out a no-man's land around it.

Archbishop Klimt frowned for a while, and his lips under his gray beard pursed, looking very dissatisfied.

 But it basically disrupted the layout of the camp.

 Subsequently, in the noisy and chaotic camp, many of the same warm golden lights flickered around.

 Some were not knocked away, but were knocked far away while staggering, rolling and crawling on the ground.

 The arms hanging naturally down to the ankles were waving wildly.

But in the eyes of the demon hunter, this kind of attack is not without gaps.

Then, a burst of warm golden light appeared from under his feet, forming a circle of golden magic lines.

That was the light of the priests in the crowd, treating the injured who ran to them.

 But at this time, his primary target is still the monster.

 “Dang!”

It's not a very advanced spell, it's just a 'effort-saving' plan made by Klimt after checking the extent of the injuries of his own personnel.

　　 Lan En, who saw the monster's full appearance clearly from the darkness, had already drawn his sword and approached the monster.

But even though he was dissatisfied, Klimt still stretched out his hands from the broad bishop's robe. There was a strange-shaped rattle in his hand, which looked like a religious object.

 Be able to receive the grace of the gods together with the people around you and recover from injuries.

The skinny, blood-stained arm and its claws hit the shields of the surrounding warriors, making a sound like the impact of a war hammer!

Exactly like the monster that was thrown away by Lan En, the warrior rolled over on the wet ground with clods and mud spots, and finally knocked away the formation of the people around him, and fell next to the carriage of the archbishop and the goddess.

At this time, it was only a period of crazy grabbing before the monster stood up again.

Its two arms are like two nine-section whips, with the whipping strength of whips and the hardness of steel.

 He naturally also saw the warm golden light in the dim firelight, and the movements of the priests releasing [miracles].

 Lann, who had already entered the monster's attack range, gently raised the blade to his side.

 “Ouch!”

 The supernatural powers of other worlds are certainly worthy of exploration and curiosity.

 The warrior holding the shield obviously did not expect that the opponent's strength and attack range would be so large, and the attack speed would be so sudden.

 The twisted arm was as usual, and only blood stains remained on the bleeding wound.

 This is a unique spell possessed by the priests, [Miracle·Medium Recovery].

This monster is simply a veritable mad dog!

 In the brief contact with Lan En just now, the brute strength subdued by skill was fully displayed at this time.

 The attack range is wide and the frequency of wild swings is fast enough.

 The air diffusion caused by the collision scattered the sparks into a circle.

 This is simply a chaotic situation.

The enemy's attack was wild and fast. After knocking this warrior away, several more warriors were knocked away almost at the same time.

 A burst of fierce sparks exploded from the connection between the limb and the blade!

The monster was still roaring, but its movements inevitably became stiffer.

 But it showed no trace of intelligence from beginning to end, so Lan En did not think that it had a human form, and therefore had judgment.

Just as Lan En thought, although he felt an inexplicable stiffness in his body, the irrational monster was still waving his two arms wildly.

 And Lan En used [Deng Carp] to pick them up one by one. A series of close sparks exploded.

 Most of the warriors here seem to have never seen such a fierce battle rhythm of attack versus attack.

 So many people were dumbfounded.

 The monster's movement posture becomes more and more stiff and sluggish under the skill of [Climbing the Carp].

 Finally, when Lan En thought it was almost done, there was another conflict between blades and claws.

 After the sound of "dang".

The monster could have knocked away several well-armed knights at once, and knocked down a circle of people with its claws.

　　After this move, he was blocked and raised high.

At this moment, Lan En’s feet once again used the technical feature of [Xianfeng Kick], the air hammer.

His low, sweeping kick hit the side of the monster's knee. There was a short and crisp "bang" sound, and half of the monster's body was shortened by the side bend of the knee.

 It is a good posture for execution.

The golden light accumulated on Arondette has reached its peak at this time. In this state, the power of the next slash will be doubled!

Lan En held the hilt of the knife, tilted it downwards and stabbed it into the monster's chest with a 'pop' sound.

Golden light exploded, and the width of the blade on the chest was twice as wide as the blade of the Lake Lady's Sword.

 And Lan En's expression still did not relax.

 “Flannel ball.”

 He greeted without looking back.

At the same time, the figure of the kitten also flew over from the ground not far away, stepped on Lan En's legs and shoulders from behind, and rushed straight to the monster's head.

 “Here I come, meow!”

The Thundercat Sword was unsheathed, and while the velvet ball passed through the air next to the monster's head, it was placed horizontally in front of the monster's neck.

With a 'stab' sound, the Thunder Cat Sword made a deep and wide **** in the neck, and thick, almost black blood spurted out.

Facing strange enemies in this strange world, Lan En felt that just stabbing in the heart was not safe enough. No matter what, the head must be cut off.

"Meow?"

 The kitten meowed in confusion.

It seems that the blood in the enemy's body is too thick, so the sword that was originally intended to cut off the head only opened the neck.

But just when the velvet ball turned back and wanted to jump up again and slash the back of the neck, the kitten found that it was no longer needed.

 Because just after it landed, a curved blade like a crescent moon had hooked the back of the monster's neck with its inner arc.

Then he pulled hard and "clicked", and the head fell to the ground.

That's Leonard's strange-shaped blade, the crescent curved sword.

It was only at this moment that the frightening red light in the monster's eyes faded and dimmed.

The mouth that was constantly opening and closing, as if eager to bite something, gradually became still.

When Lan En pulled the Lake Lady's Sword out of the monster's chest, the thick blood made the action make a "squeaking" sound.

He patted himself in a pretentious manner, but the monster's blood was actually blocked by the [Quen's Seal] and had already flowed down the protective shield.

 “What is this thing?”

Lann flicked the blade, letting the thick, almost black blood flow from the knife. Fluffy Ball walked to Lan En and did the same action as him to protect his Thunder Cat Sword.

Leonard, who was the last to help, casually turned the severed head upside down with his toes and looked at it.

“This... looks like [Wolf Possession]?! But why does it appear here, with that kind of light that I haven’t seen before?”

 Lane got a lot of information from Leonard's murmur.

For example, even a goddess knight like Leonard wouldn't recognize her with her eyes glowing red.

“[Possessed by a wolf]? What does it mean?”

 Did the wolf’s soul turn into an evil spirit and then possess it?

 Leonard shook his head.

"The Faran Undead Team is an army of undead who share wolf blood and make contracts with each other. Sharing wolf blood is a dangerous act, although exactly how dangerous it is is a 'little secret' that the Faran Undead Team is unwilling to reveal. "

“But the dangerous result is that people become like this, [wolf possessed].”

"But the problem is. This kind of loser who shares wolf blood should be locked up in the abandoned Fran Fortress. How could he appear in the Punishment Forest?"

The convoy organized by the archbishop seems to have become very accustomed to the dangers of the wild. What's more, with the help of the priests, not even one person died this time.

So everyone returned to the campfire and quietly tidied up the messed up camp.

Archbishop Klimt is also coming this way.

 The atmosphere was a little quiet for a while, and not good.

Because even Leonard who spoke just now knew that if dangerous things that were locked up in a certain place escaped, it meant that there was something wrong with that place of detention.

It's just an abandoned fortress of the French Undead Team. It seems to be out of natural awe for the identity of [Salt King].

　　　　　　 The news that something happened at the original station is a bit hard to accept.

 (End of this chapter)