Chapter 655 657. Suppressive Power
After Lan En stepped onto the frontal battlefield, the impact he brought was unprecedented.
The fighting style of the Space Marines seems to be close to the horror stories of legends coming to mortals.
That kind of combat method that is so precise and ruthless, yet also violent and extremely powerful in execution, that even the Northern Alliance forces who have clearly identified the friendly forces are like avoiding a high-speed collision train when Lan En passes by. He hurriedly leaned to both sides.
Only the 'embers' behind Lan En who had been led by him for a long time seemed to be able to withstand this fear and avoidance mentality out of respect from the bottom of their hearts. Instead, they followed him and charged into battle.
Gradually, many people among Nilfgaard's massive defeated troops recognized this highly recognizable image.
After all, as Lan En fought his way through to the Nilfgaardian headquarters, they destroyed a dozen positions in total, and they only broke up the organization, leaving a lot of people alive.
These broken soldiers are passing on the story of this unit orally.
Being broken up and broken up is an extremely painful thing for the soldiers in the organization.
It is precisely because of this high-pressure atmosphere in the feudal army that the soldiers' psychology is distorted and makes them very insecure.
So when the war started, the organized army they were in, as the greatest violence in the world, became the basis for them to feel safe.
And being destroyed is equivalent to allowing a group of people who already have a serious lack of sense of security to watch their support being eliminated.
The psychological torture is self-evident.
When you feel uncomfortable, you will naturally want to share.
So they began to talk about how the enemy army they encountered was as fast as the wind, how closely coordinated they were, and most importantly, what kind of 'monster' the leader of this army was!
On the way to defeat, these people had been chattering for a long time.
And until now.
On the battlefield like a sea of people, I watched the warrior who was much taller than ordinary people wielding the terrifying sword in his hand.
Each swing will blow away countless stumps and broken arms.
“We can’t beat him. That demon can kill a hundred people with one swing of his sword! No one can beat him!”
Some Nilfgaardians dropped their weapons sluggishly and shouted nervously.
In addition to using special swordsmanship and the enemy's positioning, Lan En would not be able to kill hundreds of people with one sword.
But in the eyes of people who were already frightened by his figure, that was a hundred people!
"That's the devil holding the magic sword! There is no one."
"Bang! Get out of my way!"
Most of the fierce, cornered soldiers had never met Lan En and the Embers on the battlefield.
So they directly knocked away the absent-minded soldier, causing the soldier to be trampled by the crowd.
“What’s wrong with being taller! We haven’t killed even the giants on the high mountains of Sintra!”
Ferocious soldiers were once incorporated into the army in Sintra The patrol team also killed monsters on the land.
The eyes under his winged helmet looked at the well-proportioned 'little giant' fiercely, and he weighed the broken spear in his hand.
"Warlock! Come and help!"
In the chaos of the war, the southern warlock beside him gave the tip of the broken spear a layer of green light.
And in the warlock's own hand, there is a smelly magic light flashing.
"So big."
The fierce soldier bent his body backward into a bow, holding the broken spear tightly in his hand.
"Isn't he just beaten by others!"
There was a 'swish' sound.
The fierce soldiers had a determined smile on their faces.
People who practice regularly will have a feel after throwing, and this feel will tell you whether the thrown object hits the target or not before it hits the target. And the soldier's touch told him that he was stable.
However, before the smile on the face under the winged helmet could fully bloom
he saw a seemingly casual glance from the 'little giant'.
In just one glance, he suddenly felt something hit his chest, and then his body suddenly flew backwards.
“What happened?”
Only then did his eyes react and looked toward his chest.
On his chest, he saw a familiar broken spear handle, with a tail hanging out from his thick breastplate.
He didn't even realize what happened in the series of actions in which Lan En caught the thrown object and then threw it back along the way.
"He does seem to be a demon."
In the end, the fierce soldier only had this thought in his head.
And what about the warlock who cast spells while throwing spears?
Lan En's eyes suddenly condensed when he noticed the smelly magic aura.
The [Turbid Current] in his right hand swept across the area, and the crowd-like Nilfgaardian soldiers around him were lifted up.
At the same time, his left hand held the Lake Girl Sword at his waist.
The golden light flashed, and the smelly magic aura was cut in half.
The operation of the sword cutting spell, even on the chaotic battlefield, really shocked the southern warlock.
And Lan En will not be in a daze.
Before the spell ball that was sliced open in mid-air had time to completely dissipate, his legs were wrapped in spiral air currents.
【Wuzhinryu・Shukuchi】!
There was a "crack" sound, and the air was made to make a sharp sound!
When Lan En reappeared like blue smoke, the southern warlock's neck had been slashed with a sword.
After Lan En killed the warlock, the Embers charged in with ease and began to sweep away.
The blood on the blue Lion flag of Sintra is getting thicker and thicker.
“Thirty-two.”
With a ‘click’ sound, Lan En put the Sword of the Lake Lady back into the scabbard on her left waist, counting silently in her mind.
Nilfgaard did mobilize a lot of low-level warlocks.
He had just fought from the foot of a hillside to halfway up the mountainside, and had already eliminated thirty-two warlocks.
The consequence is that although the two parties are still fighting non-stop below the mountainside of this hillside.
But on the messy battlefield, there is already a difference between victory and defeat.
These Nilfgaardians have not seen the aura of their own magic for a long time.
They have never been more eager to see the group of 'jugglers' casting spells than they are now.
Their movements of wielding weapons became no longer fierce and decisive, and their movements of moving forward with shields also became hesitant.
Mental problems are reflected in actions, and the combat effectiveness is greatly reduced.
People with similar basic qualities, one has the cruel heart to hurt and kill people, and the other thinks that it is about the same, then they may instantly kill each other in one encounter.
This is the so-called ‘human heart floating’.
So when people's hearts are in doubt, generals will often refuse to go into battle.
But now, these people are scared on the battlefield.
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(End of this chapter)