"No, no, no!"

A bandit who seems to be relatively small in courage stands on the outskirts of the battlefield.

As the blood in the middle of the field increased and the smell became heavier, the fear in his heart could finally not be suppressed.

His pupils trembled, and his steps faltered on the ground, then he simply turned and fled away from the harbor.

But it is useless to run away on this battlefield.

"Knock Knock"

The sound of heavy and hurried footsteps was like beating a cowhide drum!

As if he was a predator attracted by his movement of turning around and running, it was extremely oppressive, as if every step on his heartbeat was rapidly approaching him!

The sound of footsteps swept through the crowd in less than a second, and the fear in the bandits' hearts became more and more uncontrollable as the footsteps marched.

"Don't come here!"

He was about to cry out almost at the same time as he shouted, and the bronze dagger in his hand was also hysterically swung behind him in fear and oppression.

"I just want to go! I quit! I"

Before the other party's hysterical cries were over.

"Bang! Poof! ”

A large hand with a leather glove attached to the armor plate didn't care as it stuck the wielding bronze dagger between its fingers.

Then press it directly into the bandit's head!

The fleeing bandit, his head pressed against the wall of the port house, and the mud-and-stone wall was smashed into a round pit the size of a human head by the force of the impact, making a loud noise.

The bronze dagger that had been stuck between his fingers pressed straight into the bandit's face, making his expression freeze on this strange appearance.

Fear, regret, panic.

Such faces are commonly found in various corpses that have died unnaturally.

He followed the one-eyed people of Kepharonia during his lifetime, staining the island with blood, but in the end his expression was no different from that of ordinary people.

The wall that had been smashed out of the pit shook out a large handful of flying smoke.

The corpse of the bandit was pressed against the wall by Lan En on his stomach, and only the reflexive shaking of his legs remained.

Before the smoke cleared, the movement of his arm stirred them up again.

The hand that was holding the head on the wall turned to the side, and the steel armor on the back of the hand blocked a bronze short sword slash in just the right position.

As the metals collided, a circle of dazzling circular sparks exploded at the point of contact.

"Phew!"

The collision caused by extraordinary technology makes a crisp sound that is not logical.

The sword and shield soldier who slashed at Lan En made the bronze short sword in his hand slash as if it were on a spring, causing his entire body to fall back uncontrollably.

The round shield, which was enough to cover most of the body, did not work at all in this position at this time.

In the smoke and dust, the speed of the huge figure is much faster than that of normal humans!

The big hand pressed the shoulder of the sword and shield soldier, and the sword of the lake girl in the other hand stabbed into the bare throat with a "poof".

Although linen or bronze armor didn't exist for Arondaite's blade, Lann's style of swordsmanship was accustomed to starting with weaknesses.

A layer of rapidly flowing air on the blade brought up a large amount of blood as it was pulled out of the throat.

The extraordinary blood flow added to the terrifying atmosphere on Lanen's body.

In contrast, Kassandra, while just as efficient, at least made them die a 'kind' death.

Kassandra's usual fighting style is one of rage with precision.

She longs for glorious and arduous battles, and in the midst of them, she seems to be able to easily discern the next moves of the enemies around her. As a result, it behaves handily and accurately and orderly.

Lane had observed more than once that the woman was fully prepared to deal with the enemy before he could make a move.

Enemies are able to fire at her attacks, and before they can swing them, she will pull them out of effective range.

And if she gets stuck, she can use the broken spear or short sword in her hand to block the attack just right.

This was a truly superhuman way of fighting, as Ryan was sure that many of these attacks were supposed to be completely invisible to Kassandra's field of vision.

"She's super coping, and she looks a lot like my combat calculations, sir."

Mentos spoke to him in Lanne's head.

"It's not like a fighting style that uses the senses and then lets the brain experience dictate how to deal with it. I suspect she may have a plug-in computing device with super computing power. ”

The witcher grabbed one of the bandits by the neck with one hand and lifted him up to block the slashes and stabs of the others, all while his eyes showed surprise.

"Plug-in computing devices? For combat calculations, do you mean Kassandra has a military superbrain? ”

The cat's eyes swept over the woman not far away.

Ancient Greek armor and clothing barely concealed anything, let alone under the senses and [vision] of the witcher.

"Well, I'm in good shape. Only the broken spear on her body was strange, but"

Lan's face was indescribably strange.

"Make a supercomputer a spear? What is this technical route? ”

Is this how the local supernatural forces play?

The road is a bit wild

At that moment, Kassandra raised the bronze dagger in her right hand again, and blocked an attack in a splash of sparks.

Lan En keenly noticed that the sword in her hand was on the verge of limit.

The bronze texture was not hard enough, and maintaining the basic sword shape through so many collisions was already considered Kassandra's skill, and it didn't put it under any more pressure.

But even so, in the inevitable collision, the collapse of the weapon is irreversible.

Looking at Kassandra's appearance, she was also ready, and when the sword in her hand could no longer hold it, she snatched it from the enemy.

But then Lane thought about his seizure of Anyu.

So, the witcher took the time to reach into the alchemy leather bag on his waist.

When he took it out again, he pulled out a scimitar with a golden grip, and the surface of the knife was still full of oil.

The steel armor on the back of Lan's hand slashed lightly on the surface of the knife, and a little spark immediately ignited the fire oil on the entire blade.

This action startled the bandits, who were already hesitant.

However, in Lan En's hand, the knife appeared to be very small, and the thin layer of flames on top was really not a deterrent.

"Hey, Kassandra! There's a little gift for you! ”

With a simple greeting, Rann threw the burning scimitar at Kassandra.

The blade of the flame spun in the air, becoming a wheel of fire.

The bronze dagger in Kassandra's hand collided with the man again, and in the crisp cracking sound, only a short section remained.

And she was like a long eye in the back of her head, confidently letting go of the short sword in her hand, and grabbing her head into the air behind her without looking back.

"Boom !!"

She grasped the only grip in the circle of fire wheels, the golden hilt. Then, the flame on the blade, which was originally only a thin layer, was like a bucket of fire oil poured into it! It swelled up like an explosion!

This thing is a normal power lighter in Lanen's hands, an alcohol lamp in Anyu's hands, and in Kassandra's hands, it directly becomes a gas stove!

"Wow!"

Kassandra laughed excitedly and winked at Lane.

"I love surprises!"

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