Bear School Astartes-Chapter 799 - 782. Humans, Elves

The blade of Aron Dite swept through the four Wild Hunt Hounds that lunged forward in a complete arc.

In the eyes of the one holding the sword, those pupils seemed especially deep and mysterious.

With [Spiritual Vision] activated, Lann was very cautious when facing creatures he had never encountered before.

Under this gaze that could perceive the ’deep world,’ the inner workings of the constructed beings were revealed to Lann.

This was a method of magic power operation very different from the magic of this world.

However, fundamentally, it still fell within the realm of chaos magic power.

Lann’s [Spiritual Vision] had already ’seen’ a lot of chaos magic power at a deep level.

Therefore, when dealing with these constructed beings, Lann didn’t even use a second sword strike.

The inherent holiness of the Lady of the Lake’s Sword, guided by the gaze of [Spiritual Vision], cut straight into the bodies of these Wild Hunt Hounds.

The outer layer of ice rock armor was meaningless in the face of Aron Dite’s blade and Lann’s skills.

The core of the constructed beings was neatly severed in an instant.

The only sound was the sharp and crisp ’zing’ of a blade slicing through.

The leading Mad Hunt Knight had already begun to brandish the steel magic staff, bellowing out!

"On guard! On gua..."

But before his shout could alert his subordinates to react.

"Boom!"

Amidst the frost-white chill, a hooked chain grabbed the hind leg of a Wild Hunt Hound, already dead in mid-air, and swung it with a whistling wind!

After half a circle, the hook released. The carcass of the Wild Hunt Hound, now infused with kinetic energy, crashed directly onto the shoulder of the leader of the Wild Hunt!

The ice rock armor of the hound clashed with the skeletal armor of the Wild Hunt, and the thunderous crash jolted the remaining Wild Hunt members, who had already turned their steeds around.

But... was waking up any use?

It was clear that these Wild Hunt members were all experienced and skilled warriors.

They immediately understood the situation, gripped their sinister-shaped swords and sabers, and entered battle stance.

But it was still too late.

The [Quen Rune] crackled and shattered in the chill, and with that crisp sound, heavy footsteps were rapidly approaching at a jaw-dropping speed!

The dense chill was pulled into a void by the rapid movement of a large entity.

The shadow within the chill moved before the Wild Hunt could react... ’Screech’!

A burst of sparks flew from the helm of a Mad Hunt Knight.

Immediately, the skull-shaped helmet split cleanly in two and fell off his face.

The Wild Hunt beneath the helmet was full of disbelief, but a bloodstain slowly bloomed along the same path as the helmet’s cut.

’Human?’

Lann, having charged into the formation of Mad Hunt Knights, was somewhat surprised to see the face beneath the deliberately malicious-looking helmet.

No doubt, it was a human.

The eyes were filled with confusion and ferocity, like someone on narcotics or under a warlock’s mental spell.

Honestly, Lann expected to see something stranger.

But this did not slow his rhythm.

The sword strike had been aimed at the leader of the Wild Hunt, but the fellow reacted quickly.

After being hit on the shoulder by a hound carcass flung by Lann, disrupting his spellcasting, he smoothly fell off his skeletal warhorse.

Thus, one of his subordinates took the sword strike for him.

Lann, having charged in with [Heartless Flow: Shrink Ground], had just set foot on the ground again.

And the surrounding Wild Hunt cavalrymen acted as if they weren’t perturbed or even a tiny bit frightened by their companion’s instant demise.

They either controlled their skeletal warhorses to raise and stomp down their hooves or swung their sinisterly shaped weapons at Lann.

Lann had indeed broken into the formation of Wild Hunt cavalry, but this also meant he was surrounded by them!

The large hooves of the skeletal warhorses raised high, while the rusty, still bloody-smelling strange swords came slashing from all directions.

At the center of all these attacks, the Demon Hunter’s cat-like eyes remained calm and composed.

"Ding!"

A pale red fighting spirit exploded upwards!

Under the bewildered gaze of the Wild Hunt cavalrymen, these ghostly riders, the pale red fighting spirit was compressed by external force.

Lann’s tall body was pushed aside as lightly as a paper sheet into the chaotic flurry of attacks yet remained unharmed within the confined space.

[Perception]!

All the attacks missed their mark!

According to the Hunter’s sword technique, the next move was...

[Heartless Flow: Air Blade Grand Spin]!

Having successfully evaded attacks through technique, the activity of Lann’s fighting spirit surged dramatically.

Immediately, Aron Dite’s blade was held horizontally, and after leaving a sharp, thin red aura, the blade swung out in an impeccable arc with incredible speed.

This strike not only executed the Hunter’s technique but was also fused and enhanced by Lann’s innovations.

Under the propulsion of breath control and muscle positioning, airflow surged along the blade.

The rapidly moving air formed a sharp Air Blade, at the end of Aron Dite’s blade, extending the attack range by a considerable margin!

Originally, a divine-made armor like Aron Dite adapted naturally to Lann’s physique.

Even now, it was a properly sized hand-and-a-half sword in Lann’s hand.

And with the extension through the Qi Flow Blade, this [Heartless Flow: Air Blade Grand Spin] strike expanded into a two-and-a-half-meter-radius circle!

The sharp Air Blade, the explosive pale red fighting spirit, and the golden runes on the blade...

This strike left the several Mad Hunt Knights with almost no time to react.

The skeletal warhorses were cut in two on the plane traversed by [Air Blade Grand Spin].

Due to Lann’s height, the plane was quite elevated.

Essentially, the skeletal warhorses were sliced from the chest, cutting through, shattering bones, shredding horse armor, and exiting at the rear.

Accompanying this, the knights of the Wild Hunt lost everything below their thighs at the same height on horseback.

It was like harvest time, with a scythe sweeping down a circle of wheat.

At this level of injury, it seemed to reach a threshold.

The halved skeletal warhorses and the Mad Hunt Knights whose legs were severed remained silent; their forms began to dissipate like Demon Spirits upon death.

They spontaneously ignited in an ethereal, cold fire, gradually fading, becoming formless.

These Mad Hunt Knights were a group of ghosts?

Before Lann could reflect, the [Quen Rune] on him shattered due to the strange chill’s corrosion of its magic power.

With a ’boom,’ the gold light from the broken [Quen Rune] was very conspicuous.

Following that, even before the ghostly flames of the Wild Hunt Knights dissipated, Lann lunged toward the ground.

The leader of the Mad Hunt Knights, who fell to the ground previously due to the momentum, survived without getting immediately harvested like wheat by Lann!

At this moment, still on the ground, he had already pointed the crystal of the steel magic staff at Lann.

Relentless and cold white light continuously gathered and flickered on that crystal sphere!

As Lann sprang from the ethereal flames of a dissipating Mad Hunt Knight, he seemed to foresee the leader’s actions.

With swift and decisive movements, Lann’s left hand gripped the front end of the steel magic staff, redirecting the tip upward into the air beside his face.

Simultaneously, the elegantly curved blade of the Lady of the Lake’s Sword in his right hand plunged into the vulnerable spot in the armor at the neck without hesitation.

Accompanied by the shrill scrape of metal, the blade tip entered the flesh from the air, pierced through it, and emerged back into the air.

The strike pierced through the neck of the Mad Hunt leader.

A large splash of ethereal, scentless black liquid gushed from the neck wound.

The Qi Flow Blade sprayed a considerable amount of liquid.

This strike also knocked off the leader’s skull mask.

And beneath this mask was... an elf.