MTL - Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 854 836. Stop

 After cutting this sword, Lan En put away 【turbid current·destruction】.

 When facing an enemy whose basic quality is higher than one's own, this offensive weapon can be used in a short period of time to make up for the simple strength gap between the two sides.

 But if you keep holding it, the gap in flexibility, agility, and response will become even greater, and the gain will outweigh the loss.

Flannel Ball walked carefully from the side to Lan En's feet, raised his head and asked.

 “It’s over, meow?”

Lan En looked at the smoke and dust in the temple that had not yet settled in the air, and shook his head.

 Change the Sword of the Lake Girl in your left hand back to your right hand, and turn the sword around as usual.

 “Not even close.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of stones and metal being pushed away by brute force could be heard in the diffuse smoke not far away.

Amidst the sounds of rocks shattering and metal deforming, the sound of footsteps remained steady.

Deimos walked out slowly, stepping on the statue of Athena.

 On his body, the golden light of Isu technology is no longer scattered and divergent, but seems to be organized.

　　With his armor as the main body, it covered his whole body.

 It looks like a set of thickened full-body armor made of golden light.

  The corrosive dragon energy was still on his head, covering the top of his head and most of his face.

But he didn't care at all. When he passed by the broken stone tribute table, he took away the beautifully woven tablecloth and wiped it on his head and face casually.

The tablecloth, which was carefully woven, made of expensive materials, and had delicate patterns, quickly turned into a pile of fine black ash under the erosion of the dragon's energy.

 After the brush, Demos’ head and face were unscathed.

 “This sword is powerful.”

 Lan En held the Sword of the Lake Lady and sincerely admired the power of Isu technology.

“First the energy is released, and then there is the energy shield.”

 But to Deimos, who had just been beaten away, this was tantamount to ridicule.

What's more, this is the first time that he has been beaten away by someone who is clearly inferior to him!

What exactly is going on?

Demos couldn’t even figure out how he could be suppressed even though he was ahead in basic quality.

 So now he is both angry and confused.

 Lan En could completely see his current mood, so he reaffirmed his feeling in his heart - Cassandra's brother did seem a bit stupid.

 “How about we just call it a day?”

Facing Deimos, who was so angry that the corner of his mouth twitched, Lan En made a rational suggestion.

“You are here to assassinate Pericles in order to take control of Athens, right? But now it has become too much trouble.”

The witcher spread his hands and looked around.

The outer eaves of the entire main entrance of the Parthenon were cut off by the laser just now, and more than ten tons of marble were smashed down.

 The confrontation just now knocked down the bronze statue of Athena in the temple.

 If nothing unexpected happens, the entire city of Athens should be watching this place now, and even rush here.

 In assassination activities, generally speaking, ‘secret’ is more important than ‘kill’.

After all, if the "kill" fails, the target is still alive, and the plotter can still hide in the dark without causing any harm.

But if the "darkness" fails, the planners will not only be unable to protect themselves, but at least they will have to cut their flesh and blood.

 At this point, the assassination cannot be carried out no matter what.

"If this continues, the organization that was originally hidden in darkness will be visible to everyone. Does the religion allow this?"

“And I personally don’t want to see blood with you here. After all, Cassandra has always said that she will rescue you with her own hands. I like her persistence.”

Lann rubbed his fingers on the guard of the long knife, keeping the feeling hot while looking at Deimos not far away.

“What’s your opinion?”

 “My opinion?” In Demos’ eyes that were about to turn red, only Lan En’s shadow remained.

 He looked at the mess around him and smiled. “My opinion is to let you die!”

 There was an explosion of "bang", and under the strong force of his feet, the smoke and dust suspended in the air were torn into strange shapes by Deimos' speed.

The demigod covered in golden armor rushed towards him!

Lan En was not surprised by this. He kicked his foot to the side, and the velvet ball quickly jumped to the side using the strength of his foot in tacit understanding.

Lan En himself is still like flowing water, using his sword skills to neutralize the opponent's power that is obviously stronger than his own.

 A series of sparks exploded from the intersection of the Sword of Damocles and the Sword of the Lady of the Lake.

 Then with a unique technique, Mars appears in a circle shape that is dispersed by air currents.

 [Wei Mingren·Dengli].

 This basic technique is a combination of Lan En’s talent, persistent practice, and use in battles with enemies. It's almost become muscle memory for him now.

Deimos's violent and crisp attack is already very impressive in the eyes of warriors in this era and this world.

 But from Lan En’s point of view, this can only be called ‘not bad’.

 ‘Ding-ding-dong-dang’ was like the sound of forging iron, dense and intense, coming from the Parthenon.

The candles in the temple had long been blown out due to the battle between the two people. In the dim and ashes-filled hall, only the sparks generated by the intersection of weapons and the flickering golden light on Deimos were left.

From time to time, flannel **** would fly past the two people who were fighting together.

 The kitten leaped through the air and walked away at the touch of a touch. However, the Thunder Cat Sword in his hand would strike against the golden armor, making a collision sound.

And with Lan En and Fengbuqiu, one has advanced [Wei Mingliu] to [Wuxin Flow], and has even made a very high progress, integrating many technologies, which can be said to be innovative.

 Although I have only learned it for a short time, I have already mastered it.

In front of two swordsmen who are proficient in [Ash Mingren], although Deimos is furious and violent, his movement posture becomes more and more distorted involuntarily.

The posture of swinging the sword is so awkward that even ordinary Athenian non-commissioned officers may not be able to stand it.

In this twisted posture, the muscles are uncoordinated and the bones are blocking each other. It is a miracle that a single force can cut out 70% of the damage.

The Sword of Damocles can still cut through marble, and it is already supported by the strength of Deimos itself.

The more anxious you are to attack and attack quickly, the more you will feel that your body is not obeying the control of Lan En's resistance and the harassment of flannel ball.

 Deimos was still slashing and thrusting persistently, and Lan En even admired him for his persistence.

However, his tactical mistakes and slowness made him completely lose the possibility of victory in front of Lan En.

Time is now on Lan En's side. The longer time passes, the more distorted Deimos's movement posture will become, unable to stop and adjust.

 And the greater the possibility that the actions of the Cult of Kosmos will be exposed.

 Finally, the two people, whose swords had crossed at least hundreds of times in five minutes, sensed the situation outside the temple at the same time.

Lann heard the footsteps and Cassandra's call.

  Deimos relies on the senses he inherited from the Isu bloodline.

He finally stopped his fierce attack in anger, maintained his posture of bowing and holding the sword, and slowly pulled away from him, staring at Lan En the whole time.

And the demon hunter, as he said before, has no intention of seeing blood here.

 “Ha, it turns out that your little trick will be ineffective as long as you let me take a breath.”

Demos, who has escaped from the fast-paced sword fighting, now clearly feels that his body's movement process is much more normal. Like a tough-tongued husky who would never admit defeat, he sneered at Lan En.

"Yeah yeah."

Lan En said indifferently, sheathed the knife, and scratched the chin of the flannel ball that jumped onto his shoulder again.

“It’s amazing, you saw through me. It seems you can kill me next time we meet.”

 After a pause, Lan tilted his head and looked at Deimos through the scattered molten silver hair.

“You don’t really think so, do you?”

“.” Deimos gritted his teeth, and the blood vessels on his temples burst.

 But in the end, he said nothing more and turned around and walked away.

The sensory abilities inherited from the Isu bloodline are indeed quite powerful. Two seconds later, Kassandra kicked open the gravel blocking the door with a bang and rushed in like a female leopard.

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