Bear School Astartes-Chapter 616 - 619. Guide

Darkley twitched at the corners of his mouth under the helmet.

Fear, surprise, dread... he couldn’t even articulate his emotions at this moment.

Looking at those shining vertical pupils, Darkley could hardly control the trembling of his body.

What the hell is this?

This Demon Hunter, while engaging in a massacre within a regimented Niflgaard Legion, had killed hundreds in just a few dozen minutes!

And on the other hand, amidst the high-intensity combat environment, he assessed the organizational strength of the enemy troops and began to oppress the rationality of everyone in the Niflgaard Army in his own way.

He even held the degree, size, and urgency of this oppressive feeling firmly in his own hands!

If it weren’t for the fact that his gang was originally not academics from the Niflgaard Military Academy, but rather people who did the dirty work in bloodshed.

Even if they wished to survive, making the decision to ’collapse their own organization’ wouldn’t be so decisive.

Because orthodox soldiers at least should have a sense of camaraderie and responsibility, which these people lacked.

And precisely because of this, they acted a bit quicker than Lann’s anticipated action.

"You bastard... could you be some university graduate commander? Osenfort?"

"No, not exactly." Lann walked toward Darkley, "I just realized when I faced your legion that I can ’feel’ your thoughts."

The sons of the Emperor generally possess the ability to control crowd emotions in front of a large base of people.

This allows them to be outstanding in oratory, diplomacy, emotional motivation, and negotiations with various parties.

And when facing a regimented large-scale enemy, this control over general emotions is still effective.

As Lann’s gaze swept over every Niflgaard soldier, he naturally and vaguely sensed the tension, fear, and other emotional indicators of the enemy group.

And once he had a measure, Mentos entered the equation for data management.

With powerful computing power, it integrated Lann’s actions, quantifying the emotional impact each action could have.

By now, according to Lann’s own estimate, within ten minutes, even if there was no one like Darkley, their organization would have collapsed under the hand of any mentally broken soldier.

"Haha, ha... you don’t have a bit too terrifying?"

Darkley looked at Lann slowly approaching, dryly laughing.

However, in his mind, he was urgently sending messages through the spiritual master’s psychic communication.

"I’ve been blocked, come and support me immediately!"

The previously back-and-forth psychic communication fell silent as soon as he said this.

This prompted Darkley to let out a cold laugh.

In this chaotic Asura Battlefield, the only one who should be able to block him is one person, his subordinates naturally knew that.

Those fiendish guys wouldn’t want to get themselves involved.

However, without a way to control them, Darkley couldn’t be the leader.

"All of you have dirt in my hands, the kind that even if you get out alive, the North and South countries will put you on the wanted list!"

In the silent psychic communication, Darkley spoke calmly and ruthlessly.

"Living is for enjoyment, folks. We do this for enjoyment, don’t we? Even if you can leave me behind and get out alive, eventually, you’d have to live in fear, fleeing everywhere."

"With money, you can’t even visit a city’s finest brothels, sleeping on the warm bosom of a socialite, but have to hump a farmer’s smelly daughter, ugly wife in the barn haystack of a rural village. Just because a tax officer would verify the income of the socialite. Is this the reason you all want to survive?!"

"Moreover..."

"He’s very exhausted now! Folks!"

Darkley kept retreating as Lann slowly approached, but in the psychic communication, he appeared confident, even a bit greedy.

"I can even talk so much to you now, he’s walking toward me! Walking! Do you understand what that means?"

The silence in the psychic communication was unbearable, but finally...

"Damn Darkley! You should be bitten to death by the Netherworld Dog!... I’m coming."

Ultimately, all of Darkley’s surviving men arrived around, vaguely encircling Lann at the center.

He must be defeated instantly.

Darkley gave orders in his mind to his subordinates.

Although Lann was already breathing heavily, and didn’t use any more of that disturbingly fast ’magic’, they still couldn’t determine how much stamina the Demon Hunter had left.

In a situation where they must fight, they can’t give the Demon Hunter a chance for a final outburst.

But even at this desperate moment, Darkley’s deep thoughts couldn’t help but wonder.

Were all his actions... also deliberately guided by this terrifying Demon Hunter before him?

He can even guide the emotions of a legion, can’t he?

No... can’t think that way.

Suddenly, Darkley swallowed hard.

If you want to survive before him, you must make a final gamble! There is no other road! It’s come to this!

And under the command of the psychic communication, including Darkley, a total of seven experts, in a chaotic environment, approached Lann.

Closer, even closer!

In a mess of soldiers, some even ran past Lann screaming, their minds completely blank.

These experts believed that they were well hidden.

They tightened the enchanted equipment on their bodies, some were distributed by the Niflgaard official and some were treasures Duke Adal took out himself for this task.

Shield, spiked mace, longsword, dwarf axe, armor... They thought these items endowed with chaotic magic power could be the key to their victory.

However... All those enchanted artifacts filled with chaotic magic power were clearly visible under [Spiritual Vision]!

"It’s good that you all are here."

Right before everyone was about to pounce, the panting Lann suddenly spoke.

Immediately, Darkley’s pupils contracted sharply under his helmet!

And at the same time, a golden Magic Shield suddenly spread over Lann.

In the instant the magic glow expanded, Darkley vaguely saw that illuminated face of the Demon Hunter.

The dazzling silver hair beneath which lay a face so enviably handsome, pale to the point of being terrifying and wicked.

Lann’s stamina was indeed severely depleted, and his body—many organs not yet fundamentally transformed—was crying out under humanly unmatched high-intensity usage.

But it didn’t matter. Though on the brink of exhaustion, he still believed he wouldn’t lose to these people.

Indeed, Darkley’s call for help was a deliberate outcome led by him.

He had no idea what method Darkley used to communicate with his subordinates, but he didn’t believe a commander dragging out time with him lacked such means.

Although Darkley’s eyes burned with rage, it was at a point where neither psychic communication nor shouting could change the current situation.

Thus, a turmoil of despair suddenly emerged in his gaze.