Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 653 655. Superman Phobia

"Arrows! Have the arrows been delivered?! The archer unit will be replaced by five more shifts, and the bow and arrow reserve will be used up!"

Vizmir is in contact with the affairs officers about the circulation and support of supplies.

He stayed up all night and was anxious again, and now he had ulcers at the corners of his mouth.

His cloudy eyes stared in confusion, but in the anxious situation he had to force his old and tired body to cheer up.

Foltest is mainly responsible for the frontal battlefield affairs.

"How many warlocks are still fighting?"

He looked at the wave of people fighting on the hill in the distance and asked the clerk on the side.

The clerk's data came from the collection of many observers who observed the battlefield through monocular telescopes.

"There are still ten warlocks fighting, but their mana is obviously declining."

The speed at which Nilfgaard's defeated troops are weakened is also significantly reduced.

So far in this encirclement and suppression battle, Nilfgaard's 30,000 defeated troops have only 20,000 left amid the indiscriminate bombardment by the warlocks and the interception and fighting by the Northern Allied Forces.

In normal times, even gods would not be able to withstand this kind of battle damage, and the legion should have collapsed long ago.

But the Nilfgaardians were already in a state of collapse.

They are not fighting now, but surviving!

The situation of complete siege is before us. Everyone knows: the northerners don't want you to leave. If you want to go home alive, you have to fight out!

As a result, the Nilfgaardians' fighting will persisted despite such exaggerated battle losses.

This is why Lan En thinks that the two king commanders are too reckless and inexperienced.

They believed that the arrangement of the dragnet had stimulated the Nilfgaardian army's will to survive.

Foltest was now so anxious that he was sweating in the middle of winter.

If the efficiency of killing enemies cannot keep up, the front line responsible for containment will be under more intense pressure.

Unable to bear it, the defense line collapses, and these veterans killed from the Shura field will smoothly return to the Nilfgaard-occupied area.

It takes less than a week to recuperate and you can form a corps again!

As for mental illness, the military in this era is inherently a high-pressure environment internally and cruel externally. People can suffer from mental illness in normal situations. Who cares about this?

At this time, an observer with a strange expression put down the monocular telescope in his hand, walked into the camp of the command post, and whispered to the secretary.

Then, as if it was contagious, the expressions on both people's faces became equally weird.

The clerk looked at the observer with an expression that said 'you can't be joking now'.

Foltest was upset and anxious at the moment, so when he saw the two people muttering, he simply raised his head and scolded them.

"Just tell me if you have anything to say! Which warlock have we lost again?"

"No, we didn't lose anyone, Your Majesty. But there is an army on the Umbrella Mountain that is rampaging under the flag of Sintra."

Before the clerk could finish speaking, Foltest waved his hand impatiently.

"They are probably the Sintra guerrillas who are here to join in the fun. Tell them to behave themselves, or else get away! This is a large-scale battle, not a guerrilla fight!"

"If they still dare to run rampant in our lines, then..."

"But, Your Majesty." The clerk licked his lips nervously, interrupting the king who was obviously not very friendly. "They are rampaging not within our lines but among the Nilfgaardians."

".Huh? How many of them are there?"

"Only a few dozen."

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Foltest was obviously stunned for five or six seconds, and then he took the monocular telescope from the observer's hand and walked outside the camp.

The armor on his body was rattling due to his anxious pace. Outside the camp, he almost had the telescope's single tube pressed into his eye sockets.

The distant scene was shown to his eyes through the lenses, and then his mouth opened unconsciously and his pupils shrank.

This was both because he was shocked by what he saw and because he saw an acquaintance of his.

"Lane of Cintra? Witcher!?"

——

"Bang!!!"

Like the sound of a church bell, it resounded throughout the roaring and screaming Shura field.

This sound is too penetrating, too discerning, and too suppressive.

So much so that the soldiers, whose eyes were red with murderous intent in their minds, couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound!

Immediately, the expressions of these people were the same as those of Fortes in the distance.

Lan En has completed the development of his bones and muscles. In terms of body shape alone, even after a full set of surgeries, Lan En will not change much.

He is 2.5 meters tall and wears the Grandmaster-level heavy armor of the Bear School.

His height and dimensions were extremely highlighted in this dense battlefield of ordinary people!

The Nilfgaardian's tall winged helmet only reached his chin, and the top of his head only reached his chest!

Two people may not be as wide as him alone!

This is how a space warrior with all-round physical enhancement looks like in the eyes of mortals.

And now, this warrior, who was so tall and tall that he was unusually tall, was holding a sword that looked like it would make one's legs tremble.

Sweep with one blow! The seven or eight people in the fan-shaped area are directly divided into two parts!

Everyone who saw this scene looked as if their brains had not yet reacted, and their expressions were stunned.

This is another form of expression different from the lethality of spells.

And now it seems that there is no doubt that it is even more terrifying!

Superman phobia.

Lann understands how these people feel, because in the human interstellar empire, people there also suffer from this symptom.

This symptom appears wherever the Space Marines go.

A Space Marine looks like this: taller and stronger than a human can possibly be, and decked out like a demigod.

The purpose of this trait is self-evident, the Space Marines were designed by the Emperor to fight and kill.

Just seeing these creatures approaching a target with murderous intent will give onlookers a chilling feeling.

And after the Space Marines really move at high speed, this feeling will be doubled!

The movement of the Space Marines never matches their bulky appearance.

Their generally superior muscle control and muscle efficiency make their movements unimaginably delicate, powerful, and precise.

Huge, warlike, and as efficient and swift an object as an attacking venomous snake appeared in front of ordinary people.

Ordinary people sometimes describe it this way: You realize that a god exists and that his demigods are walking among mortals!

Now, in this medieval world with magical powers, for the first time, people on the battlefield are suffering from the same diseases as ordinary people in the interstellar age.

An instinctive fear of the existence of Superman.

Lan En lowered his center of gravity and held [Turbid Current] by his side.

The eyes with [Spiritual Vision] turned on swayed rapidly in their sockets, and the neural responses captured a large amount of information.

This information is then processed, analyzed and output on the retina by Mentos in the brain.

When the battle plan was formulated on the spot, the broken limbs and arms that Lan En chopped into the sky had not even had time to hit the ground.

"The location is confirmed. Follow."

The huge body cannot be captured by these people when it is activated!

Only the Embers, who had slightly adapted to Lan En's combat rhythm, clamped the horse's belly tightly at the same time.

Lincoln raised the lance in his hand: "Follow! Charge!"

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