"You're confident in your armor, man."

Flicking away the big sword that the opponent smashed down again, Lan En slammed into the arms of this European knight with a strong toe.

Visible to the naked eye, the opponent in the full-cover armor panicked for a moment.

Although he immediately wanted to use the cross sword grid of the giant sword in his hand, as well as the tail counterweight ball to smash Lanen. This is a compulsory hand-to-hand combat for heavily armored knights.

But it was clear that his proficiency in this kind of ultra-close grappling was not as high as that of a big sword swing.

The hilt of the knife in Lan's hand slammed into the socket of his elbow, and the penetrating force rushed directly into his numbness.

It was the same as the plate armor arm guard that Wei Ming was bent on facing Lan En that day.

The Continental Knights were even worse than Lan at the time.

When the numb tendon was hit, the hand hung down on its stomach.

"My armor! How could it be."

The muffled voice from inside the armor revealed disbelief.

Come to think of it, this knight from a foreign land has never seen the strength to penetrate armor and accurately hit the numb tendons.

It's true that the katana can't do effective damage to this full-body heavy armor from the continent, but with Lan's current strength and technique.

It's not a hassle to get him right!

[One word slash two in a row]!

Instead of using a light, sharp but useless blade, Lan En slashed down with two strikes in a straight position, using the handle of the knife.

While stepping forward, press the center of gravity of your entire body into the weapon in your hand and slash it down together!

"Boom!" With a bang, the Continental Knight's shoulders shook back first. The hand holding the giant sword directly and involuntarily let go.

A second sound of metal hitting each other sounded, and the hilt of the knife hit the junction of the other's chest and abdomen.

The penetrating force directly compressed the opponent's respiratory nerve, causing temporary respiratory disability.

The tall knight suddenly bent down.

Lane's leg was behind the other's knees, and his large hands with studded leather gloves covered the helmet from the front.

The waist and abdomen were twisted, and a two-meter-two-three iron can, pushed by the witcher's one-handed head without a knife, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and smashed to the ground with a 'bang'!

There was a slight shaking of the deck of the wooden bridge, and there was a 'click' sound of the xylem breaking, and the dust that had been deposited in the tiny crevices was shaken away by the impact.

Lan En withdrew his palm from the armor as the downed European knight twisted painfully on the ground.

The two hands with iron gloves pulled on the helmet in a panic, trying to find the buckle and take off the helmet to make it easier for him to breathe.

But the biological instinct brought by the lack of oxygen made him unable to grasp the armor buckle that he was already familiar with, so he could only scratch it randomly.

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

"Suck-"

After removing the helmet, the knight gasped heavily. The face was indeed as Lan En thought, a Caucasian with deep eyes and a high nose.

He looked to be in his forties, with half-length hair and a messy beard, and dark circles on his eye sockets.

The whole person looked haggard and anxious.

It's not like you're obsessed with going crazy for the sake of immortality.

The witcher's blade landed condescendingly on the other's exposed neck.

"You should be able to be sensible now. Let's talk about it, why did a Nanban appear in this temple? ”

It took a moment for the Caucasian to gasp for a moment to calm down the temporary breathing disability.

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

"Have mercy on you, good sir."

He confessed his plight to Rann in a humble and pleading tone.

Robert Sr., a hired swordsman who traveled far and wide. The son was stricken with an incurable disease, and he learned that there was a temple in the island nation in the far east that had studied the power of immortality and had achieved the results of the name 'Changing Like Water'.

As a father, what choice does he have?

He had to come and beg the master of the temple to place the 'gift of turning like water' on his son.

Xianfeng Temple gave him a test - a thousand bones.

It is necessary to defeat a thousand people who want to break into the temple and take their swords before inflicting a change on his son, Robert Jr.

"Have mercy."

The tall knight, who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up, pleaded again.

"Please go back, go back! All I need is this knife! You are skilled in swordsmanship, I am not your opponent, I am willing to use my savings to buy your sword! ”

Lan pursed his lips and looked at the pleading man.

He was an excellent fighter, and his strength, size, and the apparently valuable and well-made outfit all underscored how spirited this man had been in the past.

Even in the country of Ashina, there will be no more than ten people who can deal with him.

But now, he was lying at the front door of an island temple, begging an intruder to leave his knife.

Not like a powerful warrior, more like a beggar.

If the promise of Xianfeng Temple is true, then this behavior is understandable. Even after the son is saved, it can become a beautiful story for future generations.

'Foreigners sincerely worship the Buddha, and after undergoing tests, their wishes are finally fulfilled' or something.

But Lann was well aware. Xianfeng Temple is no longer a temple that can still 'worship Buddha'.

"You haven't been to Xianfeng Temple, have you?"

Lan En shook his head and said helplessly.

"You're just mad because of your child's illness, and then you hear the rumors. Once here, you can't even think about the possibility if the legend is wrong. Whatever the monks want you to do, you do. The pain and anxiety of love make you unable to think. I haven't even entered the temple gate here. ”

According to Kurokasa, the monks, who had become more and more obsessed with the path of immortality, were even a little too lazy to clean up their 'research traces'.

If Robert Sr. had been there, he would probably have seen the remains of humanity that had been 'studied'.

There should be no one in this world who would feel comfortable sending their children to such a place.

really

"There's no need. I'm the kind of person I have. Killing karma? That's right, it's this unclean thing. Entering the temple will pollute the spells of the masters. If only I can stop you, Robert will be healed! ”

The more Robert spoke, the more convinced he became, this was the instruction given to him by the master of the monastery, and he was convinced.

And Lan En looked at this knight with a little pity in his eyes.

He had been driven crazy by his son's terminal illness, and now, he didn't dare to let himself not believe in the master in the Xianfeng Temple.

"This temple is not as rumored to be. Well, believe it or not, it's up to you. ”

"I'll go in, and if you want to chase after me, I don't care. But personal advice, you should just stay here. ”

Lan En said in a sigh-like tone, retracting the knife from the scabbard at his waist and walking towards the interior of the temple.

Eighty percent of this man's sons are gone.

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

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