Chapter 494 495. Teleportation? !
The number of one-eyed men gathered at the dock was quite large.
Because they captured the entire crew of the Adrestia, about thirty people.
In order to keep an eye on these people, the one-eyed man arranged for many of his subordinates to be here.
Secondly, it should also be to let more people see the tragic situation of Barnabas, so as to shock everyone and prevent them from saying words like 'one-eyed' from their mouths.
So, after the one-eyed man 'lost' his beloved obsidian eyeball, about twenty strong and powerful gangsters surrounded Cassandra and Lann.
They are used to having their swords lick blood.
No matter how extraordinary a person is, as long as they stand on the opposite side of the battlefield, they don't care whether they are a demigod or a hero. If you can be hacked to death, you are a mortal. If you can't be hacked to death, you will die yourself.
No need to think too much at all.
Most of these people are ordinary gangsters, similar to the two who went to Cassandra's house to find trouble.
Linen armor, greaves, and wrist guards of poor quality, not even a helmet, just a bronze dagger, shield, or longbow.
Most of the barbarian soldiers wore jackets made of two bronze plates, and held large axes or sledgehammers in their hands.
"Do you need me to take care of you?"
Lane and Cassandra stood back to back, the witcher's left hand resting on the scabbard at his waist and he whispered softly.
It was as if the dozen or so people walking towards him didn't exist.
Cassandra pulled out the short sword from her waist with her right hand, and took out the strange broken spear from her back with her left hand.
The broken spear turned subconsciously at her fingertips, and the slight roar of the wind made it clear how exaggeratedly sharp this thing was beneath its old appearance.
Kassandra's smart eyes moved around the enemy approaching her step by step, and there was always a smile of excitement and ferocity on the corner of her mouth.
Spartans.
If someone who fought against the Spartans on the battlefield came here to see it now, he would probably say this name without even thinking about it.
It was in the nature of the Spartans to crave honorable and difficult battles, just as it is in the nature of men to crave good food, wine, and the hotties of the opposite sex.
“You look down on women?”
“No.”
“Does that mean you look down on me?”
“Of course not.”
"Then don't talk such nonsense!" The woman is as beautiful as a female leopard, but her swiftness and fierceness in action cannot be matched by even the strongest leopard in the world!
“Let us enjoy the moment!”
Kassandra became serious and let the blade of the broken spear in her hand glow with a golden shimmer.
Lan En, who was behind her, noticed this keenly.
The witcher didn't know what this meant.
But soon, the owner of Broken Spear gave him a skill demonstration.
“Ouch!”
The ancient broken spear flew out from Cassandra’s hand, and even the strength of the javelin was no more than this.
As a target of projection, a bandit seems to have a chance.
He tried hard to move his body, trying to avoid this heavy blow. But the speed of the broken spear was so fast that he only had time to move half of his body out.
In the face of an unimaginably sharp broken spear, inferior linen armor was as fragile as a layer of parchment.
In the rapid tearing sound, the broken spear penetrated directly from the gangster's left rib to the back, and then was stuck by the muscles and bones in the body.
The bandit immediately collapsed to the ground, and the broken spear penetrated from the back of his kneeling body, as if he was using a corpse as a base.
Up to this point, not to mention Lan En, even the bandits surrounding them felt normal. Isn't it normal to throw a gun head and stab someone to death?
But next.
The demon hunter's cat-like pupils suddenly shrank into a thin slit because of what he saw.
Behind Lan En, Cassandra's body first emitted a faint golden light, and then disappeared like a particle special effect!
Then at the location of the broken spear, the golden particles reunited into a human shape.
Kassandra, who still had a glimmer of light on her body, grabbed the broken spearhead that came out from behind the corpse.
With a sudden pull, the body that was originally lying on the ground was pulled out by her and flew out.
Then another broken spear was thrown, disappeared and reappeared like particle effects, and a barbarian soldier's neck was pulled to expose the cervical vertebrae.
Teleportation using the broken spear as the reference point? ! !
After only witnessing it twice, Lan En and Mentos immediately gained a keen insight into the mechanism of this ability with their experience and calculation power.
But even so, he was still stunned.
Compared with this move, Anyu's ability to make the flames on the dagger burn abnormally seems to be much easier to accept.
And just when Lan En thought Cassandra was going to 'swish, swish', like a golden flash, the whole place ran around to end the battle. Cassandra, who flashed twice, did not throw the broken spear again.
The golden light on the broken spear also dimmed, just like an ordinary spear head.
It seems that there is a limit to the number of times you can teleport.
Lane and Mentos once again added to their observation record.
Compared to the demon hunters who know how valuable the ability of 'teleportation' is, the local bandits are also surprised by this magical phenomenon.
However, their world view is still very "old-fashioned", and they probably can't even understand the technological gap between "making the fire burn bigger" and "teleportation".
To them, this is just 'divine power'. It is very different from what is said in legends. They have never seen it but they have heard of it.
So they came to their senses faster than Lan En, who thought carefully.
The two brave bandits stood closest to Lan En. They looked at each other and nodded to each other.
Kill him first while he is dazed!
So the two bronze daggers attacked Lan En from two angles at the same time.
It can be seen that they are cooperating.
One raised his toes and swung towards Lan En's unarmored head, while the other wanted to stab his ribs with the tip of the bronze dagger from the side.
Based on experience, the sides of armor are mostly the weak points.
Confidence flashed in the eyes of the two thieves.
Although this man is big, I have never seen him wearing armor. But he hasn't even turned his head to look behind him.
No matter how big you are, can you still survive if you have a sword cut on your head?
But when the two of them raised their confident eyes upward and looked into Lan En's cat eyes with tilted heads but slanted pupils, this confidence disappeared like the dew in the morning.
“Oops!”
Leather gloves with steel armor hold the handle of the Sword of the Lady of the Lake. When he drew the knife, the weighted ball on the handle got stuck on the joint of the knife-wielding gangster.
In the accurate judgment of human body structure, this position is just right.
The man wielding the knife made a dull "click" sound on his arm. Under the force of his own swing of the knife, his arm was broken by himself!
The long sword shining with clear silver light has now been completely unsheathed.
A fan-shaped silver light flashed past.
Lan En swung down as if to shake off the blood on the knife, and the legs of the two thieves separated from their bodies starting from the knee position.
The wailing sound started to sound only after the blood stains fell to the ground.
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(End of this chapter)