Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 490 491. Strange equipment

Epic lung-busting!

Lan En put down his left hand, and the mechanical structure in the arm armor clicked.

In his right hand, he held an arrow and looked at it with interest.

The arrow's head was not only made of steel but also had a green crystal attached to it. Therefore, the weight exceeding the designed balance made the arrow's trajectory so obvious.

And the technology of allowing such a small crystal to instantly atomize into a large thick fog that cannot be blown away by the wind after being impacted, has undoubtedly surpassed the level of this era.

There is no doubt that this is a supernatural force.

But Lan En is also very strange, because in his [Spiritual Vision], this small particle has no special energy at all.

Therefore, he found it even more interesting.

It's poison! Who would find this strange to a combatant?

But even the most basic batch of sword oil for demon hunters seems to contain chaotic magic power.

However, green crystals, a more convenient and high-end product, do not carry any energy, which inevitably makes people curious.

Purulent green smoke was inhaled from Lan En's nostrils, circulated in his lungs, and then spit out from his mouth.

The potency of this poison is very impressive, basically the same as the primary magic potion of a witcher.

That is what ordinary people think of as poisonous.

Even though Anyu endured the intense pain of the severe impact on her kidneys, she still couldn't help but express shock and disbelief as she watched Lan En walk out of her poisonous mist calmly.

The originally handsome face looked like a statue, but the poison spread along the blood vessels and gathered near the eye sockets.

These black marks gave Lan En's face an evil beauty.

"Your protection is a bit good."

Lan En twirled the arrow on his finger while slowly walking towards Anyu.

Judging from his knowledge, looking at the speed at which the bruise and blood on Anyu's waist spread, her kidneys were probably damaged.

"You're dying, do you have anything to say?"

The witcher calmly looked down at the female mercenary, who responded with a fierce and fearless look.

"Fuck you, huh, this, this is what I want to say."

Her face turned white in pain. The pain of a damaged kidney was much higher than that of kidney stones, and kidney stones alone were enough to make people want to die.

But despite this pain, this woman still had a fierceness about her.

A ferocity that will never be "tamed".

A woman who can be a mercenary in this era is more like a wilderness hunter than her pet rabbit.

"Understood."

Lan En nodded calmly.

"Although I still want to know from you who wants to kill me and what's going on with this strange ability of yours, I don't want to torture you. You probably won't speak even if you are tortured. So be it, I’ll find out myself.”

Finally, Anyu, who was in so much pain that he could hardly speak, nodded to the demon hunter with great effort.

Lan En squatted down and straightened the opponent's exhausted body. He pulled out the dragon bone dagger from his waist and placed it on the opponent's neck.

"goodbye."

"Stab it!"

The witcher waited until the female mercenary's body stopped moving at all before starting to rummage through her body.

He found a small bag containing the poisonous green crystal. A rolled piece of papyrus sealed with clay. He also picked up the scimitar thrown by Anyu to buy time from not far away.

Lan En opened the mud seal and found on the papyrus that the One-Eyed Man had assigned [Shining] Anyu a task, asking her to kill a debtor named Marcos.

Based on Lan En's contact with Cassandra and Furbo, it is estimated that this Marcos is the one they talked about.

As for the remaining green crystals, Lan En didn't understand where Anyu got these things.

The arrows in her quiver were obviously ordinary goods, but when she was shooting just now, she nocked the arrow directly, and what she shot was a poisonous explosive arrow.

Is it because of the bow?

Lan En looked at the bow still held by the corpse. The bow was green in color and had some non-slip incised patterns.

But after Lan En tried to put an arrow on the string, nothing happened.

"Two guesses: First, I guessed wrong. Anyu's green crystal was bought, not produced by herself. Second."

Lan En picked up the green longbow and looked at it carefully, murmuring his analysis.

"This thing recognizes people, but they don't recognize me now."

The second guess was proven in subsequent tests.

Because the short scimitar that could emit unusual flames was completely stretched out in Lan En's hand.

There are traces of oil on the knife, which proves that oil was used to set the blade on fire even in Anyu's hands.

But when Lan En replenished the fuel on the blade and lit it again.

There was only a thin layer of flame on the knife, which was far worse than the big torch in Anyu's hand.

"Is the local's extraordinary power so exclusive? It's like genetic authentication."

Lan En scratched his head and put all these things away, ready to show Cassandra when he came back.

She should be someone who knows her stuff.

Speaking of the woman who impressed Lan En deeply, Lan En couldn't help but touch his chin.

"She should still be dealing with the one-eyed man?"

According to what they usually say, the one-eyed man's dominance in Kefalonia is almost the same as that of a king. If you want to completely defeat him, you should not be impatient.

Lan En flicked the papyrus with his hand, with an interesting smile on his face.

Coincidentally, the only clue Anyu left behind was the mission he received from the one-eyed man. In any case, Lan En was going to go and have a 'talk' with this man.

"Let me see, who am I, a new arrival from outside, who has provoked me to put a reward on my life?"

The witcher burned the mercenary's body with fire, along with her rabbit.

In accordance with the custom in the Greek world, he took two silver coins from his pocket and covered the other's eyes as payment for Charon's passage across the River Styx.

The scorched earth of Cavusos was ablaze again today.

——

On the hillside near the port, Cassandra was taking a water bag out of her pocket and preparing to take a sip.

The harbor below is the one-eyed man's palace, which even a three-year-old child in Kefalonia knows.

It's filled with his goons, who have gathered to influence everyone on the island with violence and moneylending.

She continued to look out and saw a boat docked on the shoreline, upstream in the bay, its stern on the sand and its bow bobbing in the water.

It was smaller than the Athenian warship that Cassandra could see from the roof of her home, but it looked more slender and well-made. The keel was painted black near the keel, and the sides of the hull were painted black. became red. The stern rises into a curved scorpion's tail, the bow has a gleaming bronze ram, and eyes are also painted on the sides of the statue.

"Let's discuss it again! Let me explain it again! The Adrestia means everything to me!" a voice wailed.

The sound was so loud that it crossed the entire port and reached Cassandra's ears.

"Adrestia," Kassandra whispered. Nemesis. Is that the name of this ship?

"A fitting name."

Raising her head to drink the last drop of water in the water bag, Kassandra threw the shriveled water bag at her feet, pulled out her iconic broken spear from her back with dancing fingers, and looked at the port down the hillside.

His eyes were eager to try.

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