Chapter 998 980. Crush the 'biscuit'
Just as the little girl let out a shrill and frightened cry, the car owner himself was pinned in the mud and watched helplessly as his daughter was crushed by a group of deserters and robbers on the road. When under the body.
“Are you going to take action?”
A calm and hoarse voice appeared from not far away.
Two witchers came here.
Geralt asked Lan En next to him.
The demon hunter had clearly arrived at the scene of the incident, but his tone was as relaxed as if he was staying out of the incident. Many people present were stunned unconsciously.
Lane ignored Geralt's words.
His cloak drew a wavy arc in the air, and the man had already gotten off the Qilin's back.
He walked towards the messy road in silence.
The large cloak hung down to his calf, and the cloak that wrapped the whole person did not reveal any emotion.
He didn't say anything, but his hostility was clearly evident.
But the deserters and robbers on the opposite side had no intention of turning around and running away even if they saw such a person walking towards them with hostility.
Because they took narcotic powder.
Lan En knew it just by looking at it.
The pupils are abnormally dilated and excited, and the mucous membranes are irritated, causing uncontrollable runny nose and drooling.
You can't expect someone who has taken drugs to maintain even the most basic sanity, right?
The rotten-toothed man who held the little girl down pulled out an ax from his belt and rushed towards Lan En with a grin.
It seems that he is also a veteran who has killed many people.
But the closer he gets to Lan En, the smaller and thinner he looks.
The pair of eyes that were too excited to focus under the influence of the drug suddenly stopped after a black shadow flashed for a moment.
A big hand stretched out from under the cloak and grabbed the head of the rotten-toothed man.
When Lan En pressed the opponent's head firmly with one hand, the hem of the cloak lifted up by his movement did not fall in the air.
It wasn't until the real power came into contact with the fragile body that the head controlled by the anesthetic powder seemed to regain a little sense.
He wanted to swing the ax to chop his arm, but before he could put the idea into practice, the severe pain from the top of his head made him scream, and he dropped the ax in his hand regardless, and instead started to pull the top of his head. on the palm of your hand.
But Lan En's power is no longer on the same level as ordinary people.
What the Primaris Space Marines call 'crushing human skulls with the palm of their hands' really refers to just the palm of their hand, a muscle that is not suitable for squeezing or even exerting force. To crush human skulls.
And when they thought about it, what would be the effect of pressing the human skull with fingers that were actually suitable for holding hard?
——It’s almost like a biscuit.
“Uhhhhh!”
The screams were no different from those of the donkey cart driver he had just killed, and even a little more miserable.
Lan En's fingers tightened, and Leader Rotten Tooth could clearly feel that the structure of his skull was approaching the limit of endurance.
In the end, after a dull 'click', the man who was struggling wildly on Lan En's arm suddenly became weak, leaving only occasional twitching.
Lan En did not crush his head. There seemed to be old injuries on his head, which caused uneven force.
Lan En's thumb and index finger pinched into his head first, leaving a two-finger dent in his skull.
But the depression of two fingers on the skull is enough to kill someone.
The corpse fell from Lan En's hand and fell into the mud with a "slap".
There are a total of five people in this group of deserters and robbers. They don’t seem to have taken as many drugs as the leader with rotten teeth. After all, the leader will keep the most anesthetic powder for himself.
After understanding the gap and witnessing death, they finally began to flee.
But the result is the same.
Lan En's left hand moved five times, and five [Alder's Seals] inspired five projectiles, which opened holes in their bodies from a distance of dozens of meters.
No surprise, they are just a group of ordinary robbers, without extraordinary powers or weird spells.
Geralt watched calmly as Lan En easily killed a group of deserters and robbers, but when Lan En approached the girl who was pressed down just now, he sighed softly. Take a breath.
Killing is not difficult for people like them.
Geralt was never worried about what happened just now.
His confirmation before Lan En took action was just to persuade him.
For ordinary civilians who have never killed anyone, the demon hunter who saved them may be terrifying in their eyes.
The civilians who had just been frightened saw those inhuman cat eyes and the murderer stained with blood.
The first reaction of most of them was not to be grateful, but to scream hysterically and run away in the aftermath of panic.
Looking at Lan approaching the little girl, Geralt was waiting for that scene to unfold.
When the father and daughter saw Lan En, they were as frightened as if they were seeing a monster, and ran away shouting.
Then he would pat his horse and come forward to comfort this powerful but still young demon hunter.
Geralt shook his head, is this considered a rule of thumb? ! Suddenly, Geralt, who was silent behind him, opened his eyes wide, as if he had encountered a night spirit.
He stared blankly at the messy muddy ground in the distance.
Lan En bent down and pulled the girl up from the ground. The girl looked indeed frightened, but in front of Lan En, who was bending down.
In front of that 'giant' who was tall enough to make people feel oppressive, he didn't lose his mind at all.
Although she cowered and sobbed without speaking, she never screamed to stay away from the witcher as if to stay away from the monster.
The same goes for the car owner who was pressed to the ground just now.
Geralt stared dumbly for a while while Lann helped the surviving father and daughter bring the donkeys, collect the bodies of the donkey cart driver, and some sellable goods.
Finally, the owner of the car took Lan En's hand, bowed repeatedly, and led the donkey forward along the road.
It wasn’t until Lan En returned to Qilin’s back as if he had done something trivial and started walking forward again that Geralt came back to his senses in confusion.
"You look as if you have seen a day spirit at night, Geralt. What happened?"
Lan asked him calmly.
Geralt pursed his lips and waited for a while before responding to him.
"I went out to make money for the first time before or after becoming a demon hunter, and I also encountered what just happened."
"Then what? Did you show off your skills?"
See. After coming out, Lan En was quite interested in Geralt's past affairs.
“No.” It was Geralt himself, with a dull voice.
“The beginning is pretty much the same. Deserters who hold up a road and rob, want money, food, and preferably a woman, no matter how old the woman is. Or not, as long as there is a hole. He relaxes.”
"There are always people like this in every age and place. Of course, there are also victims, the farmer and his daughter who were stopped."
"The accident happened after I killed their leader."
"The girl's father ran away with the attackers, and the girl was covered in the blood of the leading man. She vomited and was hysterical. When I walked over, she was even more frightened and fainted."
< br>Geralt turned his head and looked at Lan En, who seemed to be completely unmoved. He was really just listening to the story with great interest.
“Since then, I have allowed myself to listen more to the voice of reason in my heart and rarely get involved in that kind of thing anymore.”
"Oh?" Lan En heard what Geralt meant, but he didn't care. Instead, he asked with a smile. "Is this the wisdom passed down by Kaer Morhen?"
"Yes." Geralt said bluntly.
"Vesemir warned me over and over again in Kaer Morhen not to be involved in this kind of thing, not to play the role of a wandering knight or to uphold the law. Don't show off your skills, just work for money."
"But before I had gone fifty miles, I got into the fray like a fool. Do you know why? I want that girl to cry with joy and kiss the hands of her savior, and her father to fall to his knees in gratitude On the ground."
Lan En didn't react and just said calmly.
"Then you were disappointed. The rejection of the witcher and the fear of escaping death overwhelmed your gratitude. That's not what the storybooks and poems say, right? But it's more than that."
"You I felt disgusted by my behavior of "saving people in an attempt to gain gratitude and honor". This feeling became even stronger after the rescued person screamed and fled."
Geralt nodded, but then Lan En. The conversation changed.
"But I don't find it disgusting. Maybe it's because we have different ideas, Geralt? I never dwell on it. In my eyes, doing good is doing good. Get gratitude and praise for it. It’s completely reasonable.”
“I just want to stop something I can’t stand happening. After that, I don’t care whether the father and daughter are grateful or run away.”
Geralt looked at the young man next to him, and finally smiled and shook his head.
"Yes, that's the kind of person you are. Except for this kind of 'fool', no one will immerse themselves in the war."
"Come on, tell the truth. That girl is Wasn't it because he saw your face under the hood that he didn't scream and run away?"
"That's one thing," Lan En said with a smile, "Maybe if you were as charming when you were young as you are now. That girl won’t be scared away by you?”
Geralt shook his head helplessly.
He also knew that he was relatively attractive among the demon hunters, he was calm, handsome, strong, and had a sophisticated and reliable temperament.
Many women looking for excitement, even sorceresses, are interested in him.
But his charm is different from Lan En's beauty.
That is a face that makes you lose consciousness just by looking at it.
"On the other hand?" Geralt didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so he simply turned around. "That man can't be because of this, right?"
And when it came to this, Lan En's voice, which was still slightly smiling, became a little subtle.
"Yeah. It's not because of this."
"What?" Geralt also heard that something was wrong.
“The father recognized my identity as soon as he got up from the ground and said, ‘The hero is here to save us.’”
“Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk. .”
There was an interested click from under Lan En's hood.
And Geralt also raised his eyebrows, realizing something was wrong.
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(End of this chapter)