Chapter 479: 479 Blasphemous Bandits

Chapter 479: 479 Blasphemous Bandits

Chapter 479 479. Blasphemous bandits

After entering the cave, Lan En did not feel that he had "stepped onto sacred ground."

This place is like all the caves he has entered.

Strange rocks shaped by geological activities, green moss growing on the rocks, and fungi growing in the dark places

This is a long cave with a general direction downward. On the way in, there are long torches inserted in the ground at intervals to illuminate it.

Lan En followed the torch all the way down, and finally came to a culvert.

Slantingly above the culvert, there is an opening that leads directly to the outside world. The sunlight shines in through that opening, and it happens to shine on the only statue of the **** in the culvert.

That is a nearly five-meter-long statue of Hermes made entirely of copper.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Under the sunlight, the golden light shines.

Lan En can no longer complain about the use and carving of this material.

Putting this thing in a normal historical timeline, it is estimated that it can be the total annual income of several provinces in a feudal dynasty.

But in this world of Greece BC, it was just a statue of a **** in a cave on a poor island.

The [Spiritual Vision] in his mind was slightly stimulated as Lan En expected, which made Lan En feel progress.

A woman wearing a long linen skirt was bowing her head in prayer in front of the statue. She looked focused and pious, and did not notice Lan En's arrival at all.

Lan En did not disturb her, but his cat eyes shone slightly in the dim light, and his pupils began to shrink and focus.

With the blessing of [Spirit Vision], the demon hunter's vision could clearly see the subtle traces of this culvert in front of Lan En.

The demon hunter's vision can observe traces of the material world, and [spiritual vision] allows Lan En to peer into the deep truth of the world.

The statue of Hermes stands on a stone platform, and around this circular stone platform are places where people place offerings.

Large and small sacks containing flower petals or barley or wheat.

There are also some pottery and copper amphora, which smell like they should contain olive oil and wine.

There are also some richer and more direct offerings, which are some coins and jewelry.

Lann doesn't care about these things.

There are no traces of energy flow, at least with my current [spiritual vision], I cant see any traces of energy.

The witcher followed his professional habit and murmured the clues he had found in a low voice.

But on a physical level, hey, drag marks?

Lan En controlled it very well. During the process of crouching down, the Grandmaster Bear School armor did not make any sound due to the collision of armor pieces.

His hands are too short.

Your wingspan is too long, sir.

The communication between the biological brain and the subject only lasts a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the leather glove with steel armor directly rubbed the blade of the sword, and pinched the palm of the leading bandit's sword!

Crack sound!

The force of the opponent's collision and stabbing was simply insignificant. Lan En's palm forcefully reversed the direction of the opponent's sword.

Twist the opponent's palm, and let the opponent's Greek dagger rest on his unprotected neck.

The skin that was still sweating was cut open by the sharp blade.

The blood spurting out from his neck even splashed onto the other side of the tunnel wall.

The hand holding the sword had already been deformed by Lan En's pinch, and now it was completely soft.

So the witcher easily took the dagger from the dead man's hand and threw it away.

Puff, a sound of breaking through the air and a scream sounded at the same time.

The other bandit jumped into the air, as if he had been hit by a cow.

When he landed, there was a Greek dagger stuck in front and back of his chest.

His eyes were empty, and he didn't even realize what was happening, but his body only twitched instinctively, twisting on the ground.

A white light flashed in the dark cave, and Lan En's arm was raised just in front of him.

The sound of ding is accompanied by the sparks of metal collision.

An arrow bounced off the outside of a leather glove with steel armor.

While the arrow was being bounced, the palm that was in front of him just now pinched it, and then waved his hand with a sound of breaking through the air.

Whoosh!

Hand holding a bow and arrow, the archer stood on a wooden stand, with an arrow he had just shot stuck in his unprotected throat.

His eyes protruded like a dying sea fish, and he wanted to cover his throat, but his hands no longer had the strength to move to his throat. He could only scratch at the air for a while, and then hang down.

When this cave changed from noisy to dead silence, there was a gap of time between them.

Lan En collected the tributes stolen by these bandits, at least the part that had not been taken away, and went out with the things.

As he was about to walk out of the crevice, he happened to hear the woman outside who had been praying, praying devoutly to the statue of Hermes.

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