Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 655: 657 pressure

Chapter 655 657. Suppression

After Lan En stepped onto the frontal battlefield, the impact he brought was unprecedented.

The fighting style of the Space Marines seems to be close to the horror stories of legends coming to mortals.

This kind of combat method that is precise and ruthless, combined with violence and execution is beyond the limit. Even the Northern Alliance forces who have clearly identified the friendly forces are rushing to both sides as if they are avoiding a high-speed collision train when Lan En passes by.

Only the "embers" behind Lan En who had been led by him for a long time seemed to be able to withstand this fear and avoidance mentality because of their inner respect, and instead followed him into battle.

Gradually, many people among Nilfgaard's massive defeated troops recognized this highly recognizable image.

After all, on the way Lan En fought his way through to the Nilfgaard headquarters, they destroyed a dozen positions in total, and they only broke up the organization, leaving a lot of people alive.

These broken soldiers passed down the story of this unit orally.

Being broken up from the establishment is an extremely painful thing for the soldiers in the establishment.

It is precisely because of this high-pressure atmosphere in the feudal army that the soldiers' psychology is distorted and makes them very insecure.

So when the war started, the organized army they were in, as the greatest violence in the world, became the basis for them to feel safe.

Being dismantled is equivalent to allowing a group of people who already have a serious lack of sense of security to watch their reliance being eliminated.

The psychological torture is self-evident.

When you feel uncomfortable, you will naturally want to share.

So they began to talk about how fast the enemy army they encountered was as fast as the wind, how closely coordinated they were, and most importantly, what a "monster" the leader of this army was!

On the road to defeat, these people have been chattering for a long time.

And until now.

On the battlefield that was like a sea of people, I watched the warrior who was much taller than an ordinary person brandishing the terrifying sword in his hand.

Each swing will knock off countless limbs and broken arms.

Theres no way we can win. That devil can kill a hundred people with one swing of his sword! No one can beat him!

Some Nilfgaardians let go of their weapons sluggishly and shouted nervously.

In addition to using special sword skills and the enemy's positioning is also coordinated, Lan En is still far from being able to kill a hundred people with one sword.

But in the eyes of people who were already frightened by his figure, that was a hundred people!

Thats the devil holding the magic sword! Theres no one.

Bang! Get out of my way!

Most of the fierce, cornered soldiers had never met Lan and the Embers on the battlefield.

So they directly knocked away the absent-minded soldier, causing the soldier to be trampled by the crowd.

Whats wrong with being taller! We havent killed even the giants on the mountains of Sintra!

Ferocious soldiers were once organized into patrols in Cintra and also slayed monsters in the land.

His eyes under his winged helmet looked at the well-proportioned 'little giant' fiercely, and he weighed the broken spear in his hand.

Warlock! Come and help me!

In the chaos of war, the southern warlock beside him cast a green light on the tip of the broken spear.

And there is a smelly spell aura flashing in the warlock's own hand.

To be so big.

The fierce soldier bent his body backward into a bow, holding the broken spear tightly in his hand.

Isnt it just for people to beat?

Whoosh sound.

The fierce soldier's face showed a determined smile.

Those who practice regularly will have a feel after throwing, and this feel will tell you whether the thrown object hits the target or not before it hits the target. And the soldier's touch told him that he was stable.

However, the smile on the face under the winged helmet has not had time to fully bloom.

He saw the little giants glance that seemed to be casual.

With just a brief exchange of eyes, he suddenly felt something hit his chest, and then his body suddenly flew backwards.

"what happened?"

His eyes finally reacted and looked towards his chest.

On his chest, he saw a familiar broken spear handle, with a tail hanging out from his thick breastplate.

He didn't even realize how Lan En caught the thrown object and then threw it back along the way.

He does seem to be a devil.

In the end, the fierce soldier only had this thought in his head.

And what about the sorcerer who cast spells while throwing spears?

Lan En's eyes suddenly condensed when he noticed the smelly magic aura.

The [turbid current] in his right hand swept across the area, and the crowd-like Nilfgaardian soldiers around him were lifted up.

At the same time, his left hand held the Sword of the Lake Girl at his waist.

A golden light flashed, and the smelly magical aura was cut in half.

The operation of the sword cutting spell really shocked the southern warlock even on the chaotic battlefield.

And Lan En will not be in a daze.

Before the spell ball that was sliced open in mid-air had time to completely dissipate, his legs were wrapped in spiral air currents.

Shrinki!

There was a "crack" sound, and the air was made to make a sharp sound!

By the time Lan En reappeared like blue smoke, the southern warlock's neck had already been slashed with a sword.

After Lan En killed the warlock, the Embers charged in with ease and began to sweep away.

The blood on the blue lion flag of Sintra is getting thicker and thicker.

Thirty-two.

With a 'click' sound, Lan En put the Lake Lady's Sword back into the scabbard on her left waist, counting silently in her mind.

Nilfgaard did mobilize a lot of low-level warlocks.

He had just fought from the foot of a hillside to halfway up the mountainside, and had already eliminated thirty-two sorcerers.

The consequence is that although the two groups of people below the mountainside of this hillside are still fighting non-stop.

But on the messy battlefield, there is already a difference between victory and defeat.

It has been a long time since these Nilfgaardians saw the light of their magic.

They have never been more eager to see those "jugglers" casting spells than they are now.

Their movements of wielding weapons became no longer fierce and decisive, and the movements of moving forward with shields also became hesitant.

Mentality problems are reflected in actions, which will greatly reduce combat effectiveness.

Those with similar basic qualities, one has the heart to hurt and kill people, and the other just thinks about it, they may be instantly killed in one encounter.

This is the so-called "floating mind".

Therefore, when people's hearts are unstable, generals will often refuse to go into battle.

But now, these people are scared on the battlefield.

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