Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 253 252. Robert

"You're very confident in your armor, man."

Once again deflecting the opponent's big sword, Lan En pushed hard on his toes and suddenly rushed into the arms of the European knight.

Visible to the naked eye, the opponent wearing full armor panicked for a moment.

Although he immediately wanted to hit Lan En with the cross sword grid of the giant sword and the weighted ball at the end. This is a compulsory hand-to-hand combat for heavily armored knights.

But it was obvious that his proficiency in this kind of ultra-close fight was not as high as slashing with a big sword.

The handle of the knife in Lan En's hand was pushed towards the inside of his elbow, and the penetrating force directly hit his numb tendons.

It was exactly the same as when Ashina Yishin faced Lan En's plate armor.

The performance of the European Knights was far worse than Lan En at that time.

When the numb tendon was hit, the hand fell limply.

"My armor! How could it be."

The dull voice coming from the armor revealed a sense of disbelief.

Come to think of it, this knight from a foreign land has never seen a force that can penetrate armor and strike with precision to numb tendons.

It is indeed difficult for a katana to cause effective damage to this full-body heavy armor from Europe, but with Lan En's current strength and technology.

It’s not too much trouble to get him!

[One word cut·two consecutive cuts]!

Instead of using the light, sharp but useless blade, Lan En struck straight down with two straight strikes, using the handle of the knife.

While stepping forward, put your entire body weight on the weapon in your hand and chop it down together!

"Boom!" With a sound, the European knight's shoulders swayed back first. The hand holding the giant sword immediately let go involuntarily.

The second sound of metal hitting each other was heard, and the handle of the knife hit the junction of the opponent's chest and abdomen.

The extremely penetrating force directly oppressed the opponent's respiratory nerves, causing temporary respiratory inability.

The tall knight immediately bent down.

Lan En's legs blocked the opponent's knees, and his big hands with studded leather gloves covered the helmet from the front.

The waist and abdomen were twisted, and a 2.23 meter iron can was pushed by the demon hunter's head with one hand without a knife. It drew a beautiful arc in the air and hit the ground with a 'dong' sound!

The deck of the wooden bridge swayed slightly, and there was a "clicking" sound of the wood breaking. The dust originally deposited in the tiny gaps was blown out by the impact.

Lan En retracted the palm that was pressing the visor. At this time, the European knight who had been knocked down was twisting in pain on the ground.

With two hands wearing iron gloves, he tugged at the helmet in a panic, trying to find the buckle to remove the helmet so that he could breathe easier.

However, the biological instinct caused by lack of oxygen prevented him from grasping the armor buckles that he was already familiar with, so he could only grab them randomly.

Lan En looked down at him calmly, until his limbs became weak due to lack of oxygen, then he stepped forward and opened the head buckle on the back of the neck with a "click".

"suck--"

After taking off his helmet, the knight took a deep breath. That face was exactly what Lan En thought, that of a Caucasian with deep eyes and a high nose.

He looks to be in his forties. His half-long hair and beard are messy and dirty, and the dark circles under his eye sockets are very thick.

The whole person looked haggard and anxious.

This doesn't look like he is obsessed with the power of immortality.

The demon hunter's blade was placed on the opponent's exposed neck condescendingly.

"You should be more sensible now. Tell me, why did a Nanman appear in this temple?"

The white man panted for a long time before his temporary respiratory inability subsided.

He looked sadly at the blade resting on his neck and shook his head helplessly.

"Please have mercy on me, good sir"

He confessed his situation to Lan En in a humble and pleading tone.

Old Robert, a traveling swordsman for hire. His son was suffering from an incurable disease, and he found out that there was a temple in this island country in the far east that studied the power of immortality and had achieved a result called "Changing into Water".

As a father, what choice did he have?

He could only come here and beg the master in the temple to grant the "gift of water-like transformation" to his son.

Xianfeng Temple gave him a test - Senbon Sword.

He had to defeat a thousand people who wanted to break into Xianfeng Temple and take away their swords before he could give his son, Robert Jr., the transformation of water.

"Please have mercy."

Lying on the ground, beaten until he could not get up, the tall knight begged again.

"Please go back, go back! I only want this knife! Your swordsmanship is superb, I am no match for you, I am willing to use my savings to buy your knife!"

Lan En pursed his lips and looked at the pleading man.

He was an excellent warrior, and his strength, size, and this obviously valuable and well-made set of equipment all highlighted how high-spirited this man had been in the past.

Even within Ashina Kingdom, there are no more than ten people who can deal with him.

But now he lies at the front door of an island monastery, begging an intruder to leave his knife.

He looks more like a beggar than a powerful warrior.

If Senhoji's promise is true, then this behavior is understandable. Even after the son is saved, it can become a good story that will be passed down to future generations.

‘Foreigners worship the Buddha sincerely, and after enduring the test, their wishes finally come true’ and so on.

But Lan En knows very well that Xianfeng Temple is no longer a temple that can "worship Buddha".

"You've never been to Xianfeng Temple, right?"

Lan En shook his head and said helplessly.

"You were just tortured to the point of madness by the child's illness, and then you heard the rumors. After you came here, you didn't dare to think about the possibility that the legend was wrong. Whatever the monks asked you to do, you did it. By The pain and anxiety of love make you unable to think. You haven't even entered the temple gate here."

According to Kuroka, the monks who have become more and more obsessed with the way of immortality are even a little too lazy to clean up their 'research traces'.

If Robert Sr. had gone in, he would probably have seen with his own eyes the human remains that had been 'researched'.

No one in this world should feel comfortable sending their children to a place like this.

really

"It's not necessary. I have a human body like me. Killing karma? Yes, it's such an unclean thing. Entering the temple will pollute the masters' spells. As long as I can stop you, Robert will be cured!"

Old Robert became more and more certain as he talked. This was the instruction given to him by the master in the monastery, and he believed it deeply.

But Lan En looked at this knight with a somewhat pitiful look.

He has been driven crazy by his son's terminal illness, and now he dare not let himself distrust the master in Xianfeng Temple.

"This temple is not as good as the rumors say. It's up to you whether you believe it or not."

"I will go in. If you want to chase me, I don't care. But my personal suggestion is that you should stay here."

Lan En said in a sigh-like tone, put the sword back into the sheath on his waist, and walked towards the interior of the temple.

This man's son is probably dead.

If you stay here, you might feel better. False hope is also hope.

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