Chapter 854 836. Stop
After finishing this sword attack, Lan En put away [turbid current·destruction].
When facing an enemy whose basic quality is higher than one's own, this offensive weapon can be used in a short period of time to make up for the simple strength gap between the two sides.
But if you keep holding it, the gap in flexibility, agility, and response will become even greater, and the gain will outweigh the loss.
Flannel Ball walked carefully from the side to Lan En's feet, raised his head and asked.
"Is it over, meow?"
Lan En looked at the smoke and dust in the temple that had not yet settled in the air, and shook his head.
Replace the Sword of the Lake Lady in your left hand with your right hand, and rotate the sword as usual.
"Not even close."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of rocks and metal being pushed away by brute force could be heard in the smoke and dust not far away.
Amidst the sounds of rocks shattering and metal deforming, the sound of footsteps remained steady.
Deimos walked out slowly, stepping on the statue of Athena.
On his body, the golden light of Isu technology was no longer scattered and divergent, but seemed to be organized.
With his armor as the main body, it covered his whole body.
It looks like a set of thickened full-body armor made of golden light.
The corrosive dragon energy was still on his head, covering the top of his head and most of his face.
But he didn't care. When he passed by the broken stone tribute table, he took away the beautifully woven tablecloth and wiped it casually on his head and face.
The carefully woven tablecloth, made of expensive materials and delicate patterns, quickly turned into a pile of fine black ash under the erosion of dragon energy.
After the brush, Demos’ head and face were unscathed.
“This sword is amazing.”
Lan En held the Sword of the Lake Lady and sincerely admired the power of Isu technology.
"First the energy is released, and then the energy shield."
But in the eyes of Deimos, who had just been beaten away, this was tantamount to ridicule.
What's more, this is the first time that he has been beaten away by someone who is clearly inferior to him!
What on earth is going on?
Deimos couldn't even figure out how he could be suppressed when he was ahead in basic quality.
So now he is angry and confused.
Lan En could completely see his current mood, so he reaffirmed his feeling in his heart - Cassandra's brother did seem a bit stupid.
"How about we just stop here?"
Facing Deimos who was so angry that the corner of his mouth twitched, Lan En made a rational suggestion.
"You are here to assassinate Pericles, in order to control Athens, right? But the trouble is too big now."
The demon hunter spread his hands and looked around.
The outer eaves of the entire main entrance of the Parthenon were cut off by the laser just now, and more than ten tons of marble were smashed down.
The confrontation just now knocked down the bronze statue of Athena in the temple.
If nothing unexpected happens, the entire city of Athens should be watching here now, and even rushing here.
In assassination activities, generally speaking, 'darkness' is more important than 'killing'.
After all, if the 'kill' fails, the target is still alive, and the planner can still hide in the dark without any harm.
But if ‘Darkness’ fails, not only will the planners not be able to protect themselves, they will at least have to cut their flesh and blood.
At this point, the assassination cannot proceed no matter what.
"If this continues, the organization that was originally hidden in the darkness will be seen by everyone. Does the religion allow this?"
"And I personally don't want to see blood with you here. After all, Cassandra has always said that she will rescue you with her own hands. I like her persistence."
Lan En's fingers were protected by the long knife. He rubbed his hand, keeping it warm, and looked at Deimos not far away.
"What's your opinion?"
"My opinion?" In Demos' eyes that were about to turn red, only Lan En's shadow remained.
He looked at the mess around him and smiled. "My opinion is to let you die!"
There was an explosion of "bang", and under the strong force of his feet, the smoke and dust suspended in mid-air were torn into strange shapes by Deimos' speed.
The demigod covered in golden armor rushed towards him!
Lan En was not surprised by this. He kicked his foot to the side, and the velvet ball quickly jumped to the side using the strength of his foot in tacit understanding.
Lan En himself is still like flowing water, using his sword skills to neutralize the opponent's power that is obviously stronger than his own.
A series of sparks exploded from the intersection of the Sword of Damocles and the Sword of the Lake Lady.
Then with a unique technique, Mars appeared in a circle shape that was dispersed by the airflow.
【Wei Mingren·Dengli】.
This basic technique is a combination of Lan En’s talent, persistent practice, and use in battles with enemies. It's almost become muscle memory for him now.
Deimos' violent and crisp attack is already very impressive in the eyes of warriors in this era and this world.
But from Lan En's point of view, this can only be called 'good'.
'Ding-ding-ding-ding' was like the sound of forging iron, dense and intense, coming from the Parthenon.
The candlelight in the temple had long been blown out due to the battle between the two people. In the dark and ash-filled hall, only the sparks generated by the intersection of weapons and the golden light on Deimos were left. Flashing.
And from time to time, the velvet ball would fly past the two people who were fighting together.
The kitten leaped through the air and walked away at a touch, but the Thunder Cat Sword in his hand would hit the golden armor, making a collision sound.
And with Lan En and Fengbuqiu, one has advanced [Wei Mingliu] to [Wuxin Flow], and even made a very high progress, integrating many technologies, it can be said to be innovative.
Although it didn’t take long for one to learn it, he still managed to master it.
In front of two swordsmen who are proficient in [Wei Mingren], although Deimos is furious and violent, his movement posture becomes more and more distorted involuntarily.
The posture of swinging the sword is so awkward that even ordinary Athenian non-commissioned officers may not be able to stand it.
In this twisted posture, the muscles are uncoordinated and the bones are blocking each other. It is a miracle that one can cut out 70% of the damage with one strength.
The Sword of Damocles can still cut through marble, and it is already supported by Deimos' own strength.
The more anxious you are to attack and attack quickly, the more you will feel that your body is not listening to Lan En's resistance and the harassment of flannel ball.
Deimos was still slashing and thrusting persistently, and this persistence even made Lan En admire him a little.
However, his tactical mistakes and slowness made him completely lose the possibility of victory in front of Lan En.
Time is now on Lan En's side. The longer time drags on, the more distorted Deimos' movement posture will become, unable to stop and adjust.
And the more likely it is that the actions of the Cult of Kosmos will be exposed.
Finally, the two people, whose swords had crossed at least hundreds of times in five minutes, sensed the situation outside the temple at the same time.
Lan heard the footsteps and Cassandra's shout.
Deimos relies on the senses he inherited from the Isu bloodline.
He finally stopped his fierce attack in anger, maintained his posture of bowing and holding the sword, and slowly pulled away from him, staring at Lan En the whole time.
And as the Demon Hunter said before, he has no intention of seeing blood here.
"Ha, it turns out that your little trick will be ineffective as long as you let me take a breath."
Deimos, who has escaped from the fast-paced knife fighting, now clearly feels that the body's movement process is normal. Much more. Like a tough-tongued husky who would never admit defeat, he sneered at Lan En.
"Yes, yes."
Lan En said indifferently, sheathed the knife, and scratched the chin of the flannel ball that jumped onto his shoulder again.
"It's amazing, you saw through me. It seems you can kill me next time we meet."
After a pause, Lan En tilted his head and looked through the molten silver-like hair that was scattered. Check out Deimos.
"You don't really think so, do you?"
"." Deimos gritted his teeth, and the blood vessels on his temples burst.
But in the end, he didn’t say anything more, but turned around and walked away.
The sensory abilities inherited from the Isu bloodline are indeed quite powerful. Two seconds later, Cassandra kicked open the gravel blocking the door with a 'bang' and rushed in like a female leopard.
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