Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 975 957. Execution

"Spell."

Lann whispered a phrase that Cornicus had been repeating in his ear.

This old conjurer seems to want to teach an apprentice.

"Okay, if I have time, I will learn. But now the two of us have to do something first, you..."

"Oh, don't worry, I can go to the Netherworld Church by myself."

Cornicus laughed.

"This group of villagers caught me before when they still had sense, but now they have no brains."

As he spoke, the old conjurer dug out an ax and a wooden shield from the pile of debris outside the iron cage where he was imprisoned.

It appears to be his own equipment.

Now Lan En has felt that the wave of chaotic magic is getting stronger and stronger, and his return is approaching.

So time was quite tight now, so he did not refute Cornicus.

This is a spell caster after all, and he seems to have some skills as a warrior, so he should be able to trust his fighting ability.

"Hope to see you at the Netherworld Church."

Lan En blessed the old conjurer.

And Cornicus also nodded: "Of course, a master without an apprentice, and an apprentice without a master, are not decent."

"Eh? Don't look at me like that. Just take it as a favor. I'll teach you spells. You call me teacher. Isn't that too much? That's the so-called worldly wisdom."

Wearing a feather cloak and looking like an old crow, the magician walked away without looking back as he spoke.

Lan En did not object to calling the person who taught him knowledge a teacher, but after killing Bordon, his first reaction when hearing this title would always be a little strange.

"Spells and large swamps are synonymous with deformity and pathology. Although spells are also flames, they are not the sacred first fire, but a symbol of the distortion of life."

And Sirius, who had been standing next to him just now, whispered.

"If someone wanted to learn Onuma's spells in the peaceful days, they would be crazy. But now."

She looked down from the attic. On the wooden roofs of the compact houses of the undead settlement stood the bones of corpses that had been tortured on wheels and then eaten clean by crows.

And in the streets, wandering souls paraded whimpering.

The female knight of the Kingdom of Twilight shook her head and smiled to herself.

"There seems to be no one in the world who can even call you 'crazy'."

Lan En was noncommittal. He turned on his witcher senses again and led the way towards the stairs.

"Finish your business first, and then sigh."

The two continued to move forward in the undead settlement.

Fodolink's footsteps followed a very fixed path, so Lan En and Sirius didn't go far when they found that their footsteps extended into a downward cave.

Continuing to walk inside, we gradually entered the interior of the mountain. Huge rock blocks appeared on the wall. This was a rock cavity.

But at the end of the cave, the rock cavity was filled with bones.

The size of this cavity is nearly the size of a football field. At the edge, bones imprisoned in iron cages are piled up randomly.

The corpses in those cages have dried up and decayed, but they can still be seen struggling to get out of the cage.

Presumably they were trying to escape at the moment they were about to die.

In the deepest part of the cavity, a pile of dry and yellowed bones was piled into a hill more than five meters high.

Based on Lan En's biological knowledge, it seems to be a specific section of the human spine.

How many people have died here if a person's bones with only one bone are accumulated to such a high level?

And that figure that seemed familiar to both Lan En and Sirius was half-kneeling in front of the spine hill, praying.

Fodolink.

Paladin of the Realm of Twilight.

There was a layer of water on the ground of this rocky hollow, so there was a slight sound of treading water when the two walked in.

This sound prompted the paladin, who was half-kneeling in prayer to the hill of spine, to stand up.

And with the flame-shaped sword in one hand and the small shield tied to the other, he walked towards the two of them.

There were no words, even if he was facing his granddaughter, Fodolink's eyes under the pointed helmet did not waver at all.

The sharp and weird murderous aura swept over the two of them in a targeted manner.

And by this moment, there was no doubt.

Sirius had occasionally shown struggling, anxious, and sad expressions on the way here, but now he was calm and deserted as before.

That is what it means to be determined to bear reality after accepting it.

"Finally found you, Grandpa."

Sirius said softly, while walking towards Fodolink with gentle steps but without hesitation.

"I will fulfill our agreement."

Sirius held the catalyst that activated the miracle in his left hand and recited the story of the Dark Moon Knights' crusade against the anti-God thieves.

Then her large, sharp stabbing sword lit up with dots of purple light.

[Miracle·Dark Moon Light Sword].

Only those who have made outstanding contributions in the Dark Moon Knights can be awarded this miracle by the leader.

Attached to the weapon with the power of the dark moon, it has no effect such as fire or thunder, but it can purely make the attack more damaging.

But the problem is: after the weapon's damage ability is stronger, it must hit someone to be effective.

Sirius used a standard stabbing technique. The curved legs and spine allowed her to 'eject' out of the sword like a contracting spring when she drew the sword.

The stabbing sword started very quickly, and the stabbing sword, shining with dark purple light, stabbed Fodolink without any hesitation.

But this paladin's famous combat skill is [Block].

There are not many people in the world who can compare with Ford Link in the use of this combat technique.

In his hand, the small dusk-colored shield immediately swung out in response to the stabbing attack, bringing up a series of supernatural white afterimages.

But he might not remember his granddaughter, or he might have regarded Sirius as just another stranger.

But Sirius remembered him from beginning to end.

Relying on his familiarity with his grandfather, the maximum distance Sirius could exert his force was just enough to brush against the edge of Fodolink's Twilight Shield without causing a collision.

Therefore, the [Block] combat skill did not hit Sirius' stabbing sword at all!

Although combat skills are supernatural powers, if they are not triggered, they are not triggered.

Immediately afterwards, Sirius had already prepared a second thrust, taking advantage of the gap between Fodolink's shield to swing straight towards the unprotected chest!

This was already the best opportunity that Sirius had constructed based on his knowledge of his grandfather.

But she still didn't expect that the gap between her and her grandfather was so big.

The flame-shaped sword that Fodolink originally carried on his shoulder slipped down due to the tilt of his body caused by swinging the shield.

Sirius' stabbing sword was indeed sharp enough, but it could not change its lightness.

Although Fodolink was unable to exert any force at all because he swung his shield empty at this time, he only relied on the weight of the flame-shaped sword itself and his control of the collision point.

The sharp angle formed by the sliding sword and the blade caught the tip of the thrusting sword and pushed it straight down.

The tip of the rapier drew a line of sparks on Fodolink's dusk-colored breastplate, but the direction of the force was deflected, preventing the rapier from piercing the armor.

Taking advantage of this time, Fodolink's shield, which was originally swung horizontally in the air, also readjusted its holding position.

The eyes under the pointed helmet were cold and ruthless, and the hand holding the shield was in a punching stance.

But what was in front of the fist was the Twilight Shield that was laid flat with the edge of the shield facing Sirius's face!

Fodolink's skills are solid and powerful. When he first met Lan, he used a downward slash from his great sword to cut half of a wandering spirit's body in half.

Of course, the edge of the shield was not as sharp as a sword, but if it hit the face straight, it was enough to break a person's skull into two halves with Fordolink's skill.

Sirius is not immortal, she is truly dead when she dies.

so.

There was a "bang" sound!

The edge of the shield that hit Sirius' face was forcefully held back by a big hand stretching out from behind the female knight!

The size of the Twilight Shield was a small and light shield for an ordinary person. Lan En's palm caught the edge of the shield.

The half of the palm that covers it is nearly a quarter of the size of the shield.

"Long time no see, Fodolink."

He spoke long-lost words, but there was no joy in meeting an acquaintance in Lan En's eyes, only a heavy sigh.

Fodolink twitched his shield hand, trying to regain his freedom of movement. The armor plates on his arms and the straps behind the shield made a clanking sound.

But I can’t pump it at all!

If the two of them were to compete with weapons, then the old knight might be able to deal with Lan En for a long time with his solid quality and skills.

But once caught in this kind of direct competition that is simple and does not focus on technology and tactics, he will undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.

And not only is sheer strength at a disadvantage, but numbers are also at a disadvantage.

Lan En used one hand to catch the edge of the shield with the palm of his hand, and then pressed his wrist down.

The straps on the inside of the Dusk Shield immediately made a 'crunching' sound as the leather was stretched to the limit, even on the verge of breaking.

Fodolink's forearm, which was tied behind the shield, was also pressed down by this force and involuntarily sank down.

His movements were deformed.

Movement deformation means that a warrior becomes weaker.

Sirius, who had been suppressing the sword, did not hesitate at this time.

Taking advantage of this momentary change, she quickly pulled out the weapon from the angle between the sword grid and the blade of the flame-shaped sword amid a sound of metal friction.

Then with a 'pop' sound, the stabbing sword shining with the light of the dark moon stabbed into Fodolink's chest with great force.

The tip of the sword sticks out from the back.

Blood splattered.

But both Sirius and Lan knew that this was not the end.

Fodolink is a powerful warrior, so his soul power is strong enough.

A puncture wound through the chest is enough to kill an ordinary person several times. But for him, maybe it only consumed less than half of his soul power.

But no matter how much this soul power is consumed, it doesn't matter to the current situation.

Because as long as Lan En doesn't let go, his power can always be used for direct wrestling through the shield.

Then suppressing Fodolink's movements and skills.

Then let Sirius carry out the execution.