Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 253: 252 Robert

Chapter 253: 252 Robert

Chapter 253 252.Robert

You are very confident in your armor, man.

Once again deflecting the opponent's big sword, Lan En pushed **** his toes and suddenly rushed into the arms of the European knight.

Visible to the naked eye, the opponent wearing full armor panicked for a moment.

Although he immediately wanted to hit Lan En with the cross sword grid of the giant sword and the weighted ball at the end. This is a compulsory hand-to-hand combat for heavily armored knights.

But it was obvious that his proficiency in this kind of ultra-close fight was not as high as slashing with a big sword.

The handle of the knife in Lan En's hand was pushed toward the inner hollow of his elbow, and the penetrating force directly hit his numb tendons.

The method was exactly the same as when Ashina faced Lan En's plate armguard that day.

The performance of the European Knights was far worse than that of Lan En at that time.

When the numb tendon was hit, the hand just hung down limply.

My armor! How could it be.

The dull voice coming from the armor revealed a sense of disbelief.

Come to think of it, this knight from a foreign land has never seen a force that can penetrate armor and hit numb areas accurately.

It is indeed difficult for a samurai sword to cause effective damage to this full-body heavy armor from Europe, but with Lan Ens current strength and technology.

Its not too troublesome to deal with him!

One word to cuttwo consecutive lines!

Rather than using the light, sharp but useless blade, Lan En struck straight down with two straight strikes, using the handle of the knife.

While stepping forward, put your entire body weight on the weapon in your hand, and chop it down together!

With a sound of "Boom!", the European knight's shoulders swayed back first. The hand holding the giant sword immediately let go involuntarily.

The second sound of metal hitting each other was heard, and the handle of the knife hit the junction of the opponent's chest and abdomen.

The extremely penetrating force directly compressed the opponent's respiratory nerves, causing temporary respiratory inability.

The tall knight immediately bent down.

Lann's legs were blocked behind the opponent's knees, and his big hands with studded leather gloves covered the helmet from the front.

The waist and abdomen were twisted, and a two-meter-twenty-three-meter iron can was pushed against the head by the demon hunter's one hand without a knife. It drew a beautiful arc in the air and hit the ground with a 'dong' sound!

The deck of the wooden bridge shook slightly, and there was a "clicking" sound of the wood breaking. The dust that had been deposited in the tiny gaps was scattered by the impact.

Lann retracted the palm that was pressing the visor. At this time, the downed European knight was twisting in pain on the ground.

Hands wearing iron gloves, he tugged at the helmet in a panic, trying to find the buckle to remove the helmet so that he could breathe easier.

But the biological instinct caused by lack of oxygen prevented him from grasping the armor buckles that he was already familiar with, so he could only grab them randomly.

Lan En looked down at him calmly, until his limbs became weak due to lack of oxygen, then he stepped forward and opened the head buckle on the back of the neck with a "click".

"suck-"

After taking off his helmet, the knight took a deep breath. That face was exactly what Lan En thought, that of a Caucasian with deep eyes and a high nose.

Looking to be in his forties, his half-long hair and beard are messy and dirty, and the dark circles under his eye sockets are very thick.

The whole person looked haggard and anxious.

This does not look like someone who is obsessed with the power of immortality.

The demon hunter's blade was placed on the opponent's exposed neck condescendingly.

"You should be more sensible now. Tell me, why did a Nanman appear in this temple?"

This Caucasian man panted for a long time before his temporary respiratory inability calmed down.

He looked at the blade resting on his neck sadly and shook his head helplessly.

"Please have mercy, good sir" He confessed his situation to Lan En in a humble and pleading tone.

Old Robert, a mercenary swordsman who traveled around the world. His son was suffering from an incurable disease, and he found out that there was a temple in this island country in the far east that studied the power of immortality and had achieved a result called "Changing into Water".

As a father, what choice does he have?

Only come here and ask the master in the temple to apply the "gift of water-like change" to your son.

Xianfeng Temple gave him a test - Senbon Sword.

Had to defeat a thousand people who wanted to break into Xianfeng Temple and take away their swords before giving his son, Robert Jr., the transformation of water.

Please have mercy.

The tall knight lying on the ground, beaten until he could not get up, begged again.

Please go back, go back! I only want this knife! You are a superb swordsman and I am no match for you. I am willing to use my savings to buy your knife!

Lan En pursed his lips and looked at the pleading man.

He is an excellent warrior, and his strength, size, and this obviously valuable and well-made set of equipment all highlight how high-spirited this man was in the past.

Even within the Weiming Kingdom, there were not more than ten people who could deal with him.

But now he lies at the front door of an island monastery, begging an intruder to leave his knife.

Looking more like a beggar than a powerful warrior.

If Senfoujis promise is true, then this behavior is understandable. Even after the son is saved, it can become a good story that will be passed down to future generations.

Foreigners worship the Buddha sincerely, and finally get what they want after enduring the test or something like that.

But Lan En knows very well that Xianfeng Temple is no longer a temple that can still worship Buddha.

Youve never been to Xianfeng Temple, right?

Lan En shook his head and said helplessly.

"You were just tortured to the point of madness by the child's illness, and then you heard the rumors. After you came here, you didn't dare to think about the possibility that the legend was wrong. Whatever the monks asked you to do, you did it. By The pain and anxiety of love make you unable to think. You haven't even entered the temple gate here."

According to Kuroli, the monks who have become more and more obsessed with the way of immortality are even a little too lazy to clean up their 'research traces'.

If old Robert had gone in, he would probably have seen with his own eyes the human remains that had been 'studied'.

No one in this world should feel comfortable sending their children to a place like this.

Sure enough

"It's not necessary. I have a human body like me. Killing karma? Yes, it's such an unclean thing. Entering the temple will pollute the masters' spells. As long as I can stop you, Robert will be cured!"

Old Robert became more and more certain as he spoke. This was the instruction given to him by the master in the monastery, and he believed it deeply.

But Lan En looked at this knight with a somewhat pitiful expression.

He has been driven crazy by his son's terminal illness. Now, he dare not let himself disbelieve the master in Xianfeng Temple.

This temple is not as good as the rumors say. Believe it or not, its up to you.

"I will go in. If you want to chase me, I don't care. But my personal suggestion is that you should stay here."

Lan En said in a sigh-like tone, put the sword back into the sheath on his waist, and walked towards the interior of the temple.

80% of this mans son is also dead.

If you stay here, you might feel better. False hope is also hope.

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