Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 653: 655 Superman phobia

Chapter 653 655. Superman Phobia

"Arrows! Have the arrows been delivered?! The archer unit will change for another five 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. Now he has ulcers at the corners of his mouth.

His cloudy eyes were staring blankly, 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 waves 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.

Until now in this siege 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 an immortal 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 seeking survival!

The situation of complete siege is before us, and everyone knows: the northerners dont want you to leave, and if you want to go home alive, you have to fight your way out!

Hence the Nilfgaardians' fighting will persisted despite such exaggerated battle losses.

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

They thought that the arrangement of the dragnet actually stimulated the Nilfgaardian army's will to survive.

Foltest is now so anxious that he breaks into a sweat in the middle of winter.

The enemy-killing efficiency cannot keep up, and the front line responsible for containment will be under more intense pressure.

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

You can form a regiment again in less than a week of rest!

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

At this moment, 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 feeling upset and anxious at the moment, so when he saw the two people muttering, he raised his head and scolded them.

If you have anything to say, just say it! Which warlock have we lost?

No, we have lost none, Your Majesty. But there is an army on the Umbrella Mountain rampaging under the banner of Sintra.

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

"Eighty percent of them are Sintra guerrillas who are here to join in the fun. Let them 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 front, then...

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

.Huh? How many people are they?

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 put the telescope's single tube into his eye sockets.

The distant scene was shown to his eyes through the lenses, and then his mouth opened unconsciously and his pupils contracted.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 voice is too penetrating, too discerning, and too suppressive.

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

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

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

He is two meters tall and wears the heavy armor of the Bear School.

His height and dimensions are 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 what a space warrior with all-round physical enhancement looks like in the eyes of mortals.

Now, this warrior, who was so tall and tall that he was unusually tall, was holding a sword in his hand 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 blank.

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

And now it seems undoubtedly, even more horrifying!

Phobia of Superman.

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

Signs of this kind appear wherever the Space Marines go.

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

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

Just seeing these creatures approaching a target with murderous intent will make onlookers feel horrified.

And after the Space Marines truly move at high speed, this feeling will be even more magnified!

The movement of Space Marines never matches their bulky appearance.

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

Huge, war-like objects that are as efficient and fast as attacking poisonous snakes appear in front of ordinary people

Those ordinary people sometimes describe it this way: You will understand that God exists, and 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.

Instinctive fear of the existence of superhuman beings.

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

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

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

By the time the battle plan was drawn up on the spot, the broken limbs and arms that Lan En had chopped into the air hadn't even had time to hit the ground.

The position is determined. Follow up.

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 up! Charge!"

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