Bear School Astartes-Chapter 612 - 615. Don’t leave after the show ends
The blade of [Turbulent] tore off the entire head and neck of the warhorse, along with half of its shoulder.
And the legs of the cavalry in this diagonal line were also broken and ripped off in an instant!
The greatsword [Turbulent], even if it abandoned this form, could still inflict horribly gruesome wounds.
It’s like smashing bones and flesh into a fine pulp, and then forcibly ripping them apart!
The visual impact and shock of it were unparalleled.
And this first diagonal slash was just the prelude.
[Turbulent Dragon Flash]!
Like a mountain shouting and a sea roaring, a massive iron lump drew in a huge volume of airflow!
A Qi Flow Blade, grander than any sword move performed with the Lady of the Lake’s Sword, was born from the prelude slash and plowed straight forward!
The earth and rocks were torn up, mud splattered, and flesh was churned into pulp and scattered in the air.
The sharpness of this Qi Flow Blade did not match the original but was more ferocious, more impactful!
The cavalry, arranged in a wedge formation, was completely scattered within the twenty meters ahead in an instant.
The well-trained warhorses lost their footing in the storm-like gale, and a misstep would lead to a fall, and a fall meant doom.
Tripping while charging meant not only death for oneself but also... the collapse of the formation!
"Sideways! Move to the sides!"
The voice underneath the cavalry helmet shouted anxiously.
Horses neighed and people cried as heavy hooves trampled on the armor of man and horse, clanging. The flesh inside couldn’t possibly withstand such impact.
After a series of chain trips and falls, flesh and mud rained down from the sky. The cavalry behind had no time to think and immediately spread out to the sides.
Only the best cavalry could make such instantaneous reactions.
But this was exactly what Lann wanted!
After slicing through with [Turbulent Dragon Flash], Lann instantly drew the unparalleled sharp Lady of the Lake’s Sword from his side with his left hand.
The sharpness of the Divine-made Armament was beyond mortal imagination.
Like reaping wheat, the half of the cavalry passing by Lann lost their horses’ heads and the upper halves of their bodies in a swift stroke.
Blood sprayed like a fountain, dyeing the earth and air red, mingling with the fiery red background.
The cavalry behind saw the danger and quickly pulled away even further to keep out of Aron’s reach.
Thanks to Aron Dite’s sharpness, Lann wielding the sword single-handedly didn’t feel much backlash.
Even though his skeletal and muscle strength surpassed humans, clashing head-on with several dozen charging warhorses was still foolish.
The first charge of the Nausicca Cavalry Squad resulted in... fifty-three losses!
In a flash, a tenth of their comrades vanished, comrades who had been discussing tactics in the formation a moment before, with mutual understanding, were suddenly gone.
The shock this gave to humans was unimaginable.
Most of the cavalry squad members instinctively stopped and turned after one charge.
But everyone’s eyes beneath their helmets were vacant and trembling.
They watched the giant surrounded by a pile of still-warm flesh.
They saw him sheathe the Lady of the Lake’s Sword at his waist with his left hand and grip that monstrous greatsword with both hands again!
Nobody dared to pass by him anymore.
Not only people but even the warhorses, trained for battlefield desensitization, paced and resisted!
The screams of those bisected and the futile flailing of horses whose heads were severed in pools of blood and muck, almost emptied the minds of all cavalry squad members.
A knight’s hoof suddenly struck something, and he looked down blankly.
It was a desiccated head that rolled over. It should have been hanging on some comrade’s saddle as a unit custom and trophy.
And now, those desiccated eyes met his beneath the helmet. That comrade who once hung it was likely lying in that pile of flesh.
"Ah... Ahhh!!"
Panic-stricken, the knight broke from the ranks, stumbling around the not-so-large mountain basin like a headless fly.
But he hadn’t managed to run a few steps before...
"Swish!"
A large black shadow came to his side faster than a galloping horse.
With a single hand, it grabbed his head and face with a ’snap’.
The warhorse continued its rampant charge, but the knight on its back was ripped from the saddle in an instant.
In the split second of losing support under him, the heavy armor and his own weight dislocated the knight’s neck, amounting to an execution by hanging! His limp body dangled from the large figure’s hand.
"Don’t disperse, knights."
He released his grip, and the corpse fell to the ground with a thud.
Even under the fiery red backdrop, Lann’s eyes shone piercingly!
He quietly observed the group of knights across from him.
"While we tie each other down, at least the Black Infantry Archers won’t bother me, saving a lot of trouble."
"Shall we handle the problems one by one?"
The temperature in the small mountain basin, heated by the fire, was already near summer levels.
The knights of the Nausicca Cavalry Squad blinked hard, trying to squeeze out the sweat looming over their eyes beneath their helmets.
Behind Lann, a group of Niflgaard infantrymen, seizing the confusion of the horses neighing and people shouting, hurled large bundles of iron chains toward the giant figure.
But before those chains reached mid-air, the spiral wind on Lann’s legs whisked him away like a wisp of smoke.
When he reappeared, wisp-like, he was already amidst the infantry.
And beside him, the greatsword [Turbulent] had already assumed a sweeping posture.
"Clang!!!"
Another of those unique collision sounds, like a cathedral bell!
The infantry’s faces were still perplexed, but their upper bodies were already flying out in shattered fragments.
Once more, the distinctive gory wounds and blood rain.
"Chains... indeed a good idea."
When one individual cannot contend, create a handle that allows many to join the resistance.
Lann’s threat lay in the combination of his speed, strength, and skill, and once chained, it came down to a simple contest of strength.
Currently, three tons of force was naturally strong, but if thirty people grabbed the chain, each would only need to exert one hundred kilograms of force.
The magic chain, when fully utilized, could slither agilely like a living snake.
"But it’s not too difficult to deal with."
"Crack!"
The vertical pupils in his cat eyes glanced at the long magic chain, and then [Mystic Sight] accurately captured the flow of Chaos Magic Power.
As the Lady of the Lake’s Sword flashed with golden light out of its sheath at his waist, the once eager-to-move chains on the ground turned into lifeless objects.
