Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 617 619. Guidance

The corners of Darkley's mouth twitched beneath 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 fuck is this?

This demon hunter was massacring an organized Nilfgaardian army, 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 in his own way began to oppress the sanity of everyone in the Nilfgaardian army.

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

If it weren't for the fact that his 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.

So even if they were determined to survive, they would 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 these people have nothing.

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

"You bastard, are you 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 possess the ability to control the emotions of large crowds.

This allows them to excel in speeches, diplomacy, inspiring emotions, liaising with parties, and more.

And when facing a large-scale organized enemy, this control of general emotions is still effective.

When Lan En glanced at 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.

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?"

Darkley 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 was stopped, come immediately for support!"

The telepathy that had been going back and forth immediately fell into silence 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 that.

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

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, the countries in the north and south will put you on wanted notices!"

In the silent telepathy, Darkley spoke calmly and sinisterly.

"Living is for enjoyment, guys. People like us are in this profession just for enjoyment, aren't we? Even if you can leave me and get out alive, you will definitely have to be afraid 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 breasts of the courtesans. Instead, you can only fuck 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 talk to you so much right now, and he's approaching me walking! Walking! Do you understand what this means?"

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

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

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

He must be defeated in an instant.

Darkley mentally ordered his subordinates.

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.

They couldn't give the Demon Hunter a chance to finally break out when they had to fight.

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

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

He can even channel the emotions of a legion, can't he?

No. You can’t think like that.

Suddenly, Darkley swallowed hard.

If you want to survive in front of him, you must fight for the last time! 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!

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

These good players all believe that they should hide well.

They grasped the enchanted equipment on their bodies, 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 instruments filled with chaotic magic 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.

Immediately, 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 Yelan En's body.

At the moment when the magic light expanded, Darkley vaguely saw the demon hunter's face 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 been fundamentally changed are wailing under the high-intensity usage environment that is unmatched for mortals.

But it didn't matter. Although he was on the verge of exhaustion, he still didn't feel that he would lose to these people.

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

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

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

Then, there was suddenly more despair in his eyes.

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