The only thing that the cannibals have Lan En a little appreciated is that they are vicious enough.

It seems that they themselves know that their crimes fall into the heinous category of any civilized world.

So the cannibals who are forced to face off always have a killing intent that is so high that they go crazy.

That look was not much different from that of the armed fanatics of the Eternal Fire Sect.

They are not afraid of death, because death is not a bad kind of prediction of their own end.

Even the rudimentary weapons in their hands couldn't keep them back.

Weapons don't work, and hands are still there! And teeth!

Ever since they started cannibalism, they have long been reluctant to kill like beasts and monsters.

Since we eat people, then we are monsters!

Relying on this kind of alternative morale, even the cannibals' equipment is not comparable to the lowest-ranking soldiers under Veselard.

But if they are allowed to fight each other, then those soldiers who work part-time as robbers on weekdays are probably gnawed clean bones, right?

"Die!"

Shouting, the cannibals rushed over in the formation they had just adjusted slightly.

The leader was holding a wooden stick with a rope and nails tied to it.

That vicious posture is as if he is trying to tear off the heavy armor even if his finger bones are broken, and bite Lan En inside directly to death!

The blood was spurting, and the eyeballs were covered with a layer of excited bloodshots.

As he charged with his weapon in his hand, his mouth opened wide enough to make people uncomfortable, and he let out a furious battle cry.

But if "vicious" can be the end...... So what else do you need "technology" for?

The young man's cat's eyes reflected the ferocious attacker, without a trace of waves.

Lanne's feet are in a T-step that allows them to move flexibly and provide stable support at all times, even when they are on the move.

This is the basic step in swordsmanship.

A wooden stick with shredded meat hanging from the nail smashed over his head.

Lan's front foot center of gravity did not move, and the back foot was just a little ground, and his whole body turned ninety degrees.

The striking surface suddenly changed from a wide front of the body to a narrow side of the body.

Just raised his head slightly, and the stick brushed past him.

"Smash...... Smashed! ”

The face of the leading cannibal suddenly changed from "vicious" to "frightened".

In excellent dynamic visuals, this change in expression is so comical that it makes you want to laugh.

"You didn't brush your teeth, crumbs."

"Poof!"

The icy silver light went from bottom to top.

The tip of the Bear School's steel sword was placed diagonally downward, and it had long been waiting in the path of the opponent's arm.

If the other party had the technology to hold back his strength even when he was empty, then he wouldn't be messing around here.

The smashed arm in the air was like knocking itself against the blade of a sword.

This caused Lan En to tease even if he was just using his normal sword speed, after a crisp "click".

The opponent's entire arm flew out.

The crunch was the sound of steel slicing through bones.

Thick blood spurted out of the fracture like a spray gun.

That velocity even formed a mist of blood in the air!

"You're too nervous, idiot."

The more nervous you are, the faster your heart beats, and the faster your blood flows.

Ryan leaned sideways to prevent the filthy creature from falling on top of him.

The second cannibal had already pounced in front of him.

As Len had judged, the group couldn't even charge and arrive at the same time to attack.

Cannibalism eats up all your brains.

The second cannibal had a Willen sword in his hand, and he was about to stab Lan En in the torso with it in his chest.

There was still saliva at the corner of his mouth, like a vicious dog pounced.

Lan En raised his brow.

This guy seems to have a bit of a brain.

In order to ensure that he broke through the heavy armor, the man put the counterweight ball at the end of the hilt of the sword against his stomach.

When the blade of the sword prevents it from stabbing into heavy armor, the reaction force causes the hilt to escape.

"But you've made your attack range shorter, you're still a fool!"

A long sword shrank in front of him, missing an arm's attack distance.

The steel sword of the Bear School didn't even make a defensive gesture.

I only slightly adjusted the grip of the hilt, and then ...... Turn to the next split!

Somehow, since the two swords of the Bear School were in his hands, Lan En was particularly fond of the move of slashing down with anger.

The center of gravity circulates in the body, and the angry slash in the swordsmanship of the Bear School will open the body to an exaggerated degree.

It is as if every bone joint of the entire spine should be used as a unit of accumulation.

Then, at the tip of the fastest sword, the air will be torn apart by steel!

It's as if it wasn't a sword, but a whip made of steel!

The sound of "woo" makes people suddenly feel ominous!

Just like the first deceased, the blade slashed straight between the base of the opponent's neck and shoulder, opening a huge gap!

But because he didn't even make a block, the cannibal was directly pressed by the blade and fell to his knees with a "bang".

With the "pop" of bone stubble rubbing against steel, Len drew his sword from the human flesh again.

The cannibal, whose arm had been chopped off, was now curled up on the ground, clutching his broken mouth and screaming. The hoarseness and bruised muscles seem to be ripping out of the vocal cords.

The cannibal, whose neck had just been opened, struggled meaninglessly on the ground, rolling and writhing like a severed earthworm.

The originally flat earth and rocky floor has become messy and slippery under the human body's near-death instinct.

The fearless, even maddened roar of the cannibals stopped.

Not only did the roar stop, but the steps that had already taken a step also hesitated to shrink back.

Under Lan En's cat's eyes, which have not fluctuated from beginning to end, these "monsters" who can eat human flesh raw and skin people alive...... Cringe.

The courage of the offender comes from "madness", not "firmness".

Those cheap courages are like the dew on the leaves of a tree in the morning: when the sun shines, it dissipates invisibly.

The bloodshot in his eyes was receding, and fear spread through the crowd.

They are man-eating "monsters", but this time they came to the door...... It's a demon hunter who hunts monsters!

"That's not right...... That's not right...... That's not right! ”

It's self-deceptive muttering.

The number of enemies is "one", even if you are wearing heavy armor, you can't hack three people to death so cleanly!

Wrong...... Those three men didn't even touch his cover! It doesn't make a difference to him at all whether he has heavy armor or not!

How so? How can there be ...... This kind of thing?!

Most people in this day and age have never seen much of the world, and neither do cannibals.

Just like the frog in the well, he thinks that the limit of the world is the one-third of an acre in his eyes.

The first deserter with dilated pupils appeared.

He rushed into the dense woods, not daring to turn back as the sharp branches of the trees whipped against his body.

Fear is contagious.

The remaining three people swallowed their saliva and looked at each other, then immediately dropped their weapons and ran out in different directions in a panic.

As they fled, Ryan picked up a fragment of an animal's skin jacket from the ground and rubbed his sword.