Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 566: 567 hegemony

Chapter 566: 567 hegemony

Chapter 566 567. Hegemony

Perhaps the Nilfgaardian army was indeed well-trained and determined.

Among this group of soldiers, there are actually some people who have regained their will after the collapse after experiencing such desperate casualties.

A Nilfgaardian crossbowman. He removed the sharp cone-headed arrow that had been placed on the crossbow string and placed a round-headed arrow instead.

This is a whistle arrow with no lethality.

The arrow adopts a pipe structure similar to a wind instrument and looks like a small iron hunchback.

Air will flow through the tube during the rapid flight of the arrow, making a sharp and highly recognizable sound.

Different whistle arrows can make different sounds. After temporary provisions by the commander before the war, they are often used as different instructions in the army.

Although the Nilfgaardian crossbowman who had replaced the sentry arrow was sweating profusely and his lips were white and trembling, his eyes were still firm and his hand on the arrow was still steady.

That was a determined expression that had put one's own life and death at risk.

The stone crossbow in his hand was not pointed at the enemy he could not catch up with, but pointed at the sky.

In his heart, he may die next moment, but the whistle arrow in his hand will send a warning to his comrades, allowing them to act in groups and sweep the surrounding area!

This terrible northern monster and demon will eventually be crushed under the iron hooves of Nilfgaard's army.

But when the time in the material world really entered the next moment, before the venerable Nilfgaardian crossbowman pressed the leaf spring on the stone crossbow, a voice whispered beside them. A word they didn't understand.

[SecretDragon Flash]!

That voice was young and calm, just like saying hello to someone you met on the road the moment you passed by.

And what followed was a storm as fierce as magic!

The first slash of [Dragon Flash] is a cassock slash diagonally downward.

The Nilfgaardian soldier blocking Lan En's front had a smooth plane cut out by the Lake Lady's Sword from his right shoulder to his left rib.

The limbs that are no longer involved with each other are sliding down along the plane, carrying blood.

But this is just the prelude to this move [Secret Passage].

After the first person was killed by a physical blade, an inexplicable air flow began to gather.

These violent air currents picked up grass roots, soil, gravel, and even the cold blood on the ground!

A huge vertical air blade! It suddenly burst out in front of Lan En like a lawn mower, moving forward!

Stab! There was a short and ear-piercing blast.

Of the only three people left in front of Lan En, the first one with his armor was neatly cut vertically.

The second time, his armor let out a mournful cry of metal being torn apart. From top to bottom, the thick black steel armor cracked a huge tear half the length of a man. Of course, the human body inside was torn apart along with the steel. .

The last one is also the respectable crossbowman who will send out the sentry arrow.

The air blades that tore apart two heavily armored soldiers one after another were already weakened a lot when they reached him.

However, although those turbulent air currents no longer have the power to tear apart the steel armor, they can still penetrate the seven orifices through the gaps in the armor, causing drastic changes in the air pressure in his skull.

By the time Lan En stepped in front of him, stepping on the corpses on the ground, the crossbowman was stumbling to pull his helmet off his head.

His nose and ears began to bleed, and the iris of his eyeballs was covered with bloodshot eyes, which finally flowed out from the corners of his eyes.

The witcher's hand that was not holding the sword lightly grabbed it in the air, and the whistle arrow that failed to fly was caught in his hand as it fell.

The most noble human emotion is sacrifice.

Lan En said calmly while placing the whistle arrow next to the crossbowman's face.

And this soldier, who was on the verge of death due to the drastic change in intracranial air pressure, was still looking at the whistle arrow that he had not had time to send out with a look that could be called persistent.

"Until the last moment, you still did not give up your mission and responsibilities, risking your life and death, which is worthy of respect. But..." Lan En stretched Arondette to the crossbowman's face and tilted him to look at him with the blade of the knife. Shao Jian's face turned towards him, looking directly into his bloodshot eyes.

Why would a warrior like you do that, soldier?

Lan En's amber cat eyes stared at him, persistently trying to find an answer.

You were supposed to fight the most powerful enemy in the world! Use your crossbow to kill the giant! Use your fearlessness to hunt the gryphon! Finally return home in glory or die in glory! Why.

Why do people like you, who already understand the meaning of sacrifice, attack civilians? Even torture them?!

Why?

As soon as the crossbowman on the ground opened his mouth, blood flowed out of his mouth. His blood-red teeth, blood-red throat, and ferocious smile looked like that of an evil ghost.

"Idiot question. Because they resisted us! They deliberately pointed us the wrong way and threatened our safety, so they should be eliminated! The heartless white-eyed wolves should die! The ungrateful northern savages should die Go to hell!

White-eyed wolf and ungrateful. What do the people of Cintra need to thank the Nilfgaardians for? Thank you for your invasion and killings?

You call us invaders?

The crossbowman's eyes revealed a sense of disbelief that he had been misunderstood and wronged.

"Ignorant Yankees, we came here to stop Temeria's attempt to rob Cintra! It was we who protected this country from the barbarians! It was the Empire that established the balance of power, and Cintra returned They will be bathed in the civilizational glory of the empire! The people here will become civilized people! Decent people!"

Looking at the other party's twisted and determined eyes, Lan En opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Civilized.?

He had a bitter expression as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't.

Forcing ones own civilization on others without explanation, and even using this as a reason to shout just massacres and torture on other peoples land.

Nilfgaard, you are worthy of being the worlds hegemon.

Combining the "best ideas" of Britain and the United States, he deserves to become a world hegemon!

Its that helpless and disgusting familiar feeling again.

Lann had nothing more to talk about with the Nilfgaardian.

"Then please take your 'justice' and go to death."

The crossbowman weakly spat blood at Lan En, but it ended up being smeared on his own face.

But even so, he still sneered without admitting defeat.

That means that even at this moment, he still believes in his own 'justice' and 'civilization'.

Pfft!

The gracefully curved tip of the knife moved away from the crossbowman's face and slashed his throat.

Amid a burst of 'roar, roar, roar' and gasps mixed with blood, the forest glade fell into deathly silence, with only a few Nilfgaardian horses still **** on one side.

These war horses are trained to be dexterous, smart, and courageous, so they will not be disturbed by the smell of blood on the ground.

Lann gently flicked Arondette, and the blood stained on the shiny silver knife was instantly cleared, and he sheathed the knife.

But just when the witcher was about to turn around and leave.

Dip!!

A sharp and very recognizable blast exploded from not far away!

Lan En stopped and looked at the ground. The whistle arrow was still lying in a pool of blood.

Immediately, he grabbed the reins of several horses, including Popeye, turned around and rushed towards the direction of the explosion.

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