Chapter 565: 566 flashing

Chapter 565: 566 flashing

Chapter 565 566. Flashing

But compared with the opponents these Nilfgaardians faced, they were actually no different from the villagers who were slaughtered and tortured.

The human shield in his hand blocked the first wave of arrows.

Even in this sudden panic, these Nilfgaardian soldiers still kept shooting in stages, which can be regarded as extremely well-trained.

The time difference between the two arrows striking was only two seconds.

This period of time is completely enough for Lan En to take the planned action.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Hoo-bang!!

He held the head and face of a Nilfgaardian soldier with one hand. As he waved his arm, the weight of at least one hundred kilograms, including the man and the armor, was like a wet towel in Lan En's hand!

Cooperated with the active [Muscle Strengthening Organ] and the mature [Bone Strengthening Organ], Lan Ens power is heading straight towards a finished Space Marine!

The second wave of arrows was swung away in mid-air by the 'towel', and then let go. With a roaring sound, more than a hundred kilograms of mass hit the chest of another Nilfgaardian soldier!

Behind him was a thick tree trunk, and he was sandwiched between the soldier who was thrown over and the tree trunk behind him.

This results in the impact force being completely absorbed by his body.

Poof!

Perhaps his ribs were broken, or his internal organs were ruptured. In short, the soldier could not restrain himself and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

The blood left sticky traces on their shiny black armor.

In an instant, the three soldiers had lost their combat effectiveness.

One-fifth reduction in headcount.

If it were on a frontal battlefield, this level of casualty damage could already cause a complete collapse of a battle.

But Lan En killed too quickly.

The fear of dying of those colleagues and comrades-in-arms has not even had time to enter the minds of the remaining soldiers.

On the other hand, these Nilfgaardian soldiers naturally have a sense of superiority towards the northerners.

Although it may be the first time in their lives that they have set foot in the northern territory and met the people from the north, they have been cultivated in Nilfgaard for a long time.

Northerners are backward, Northerners are superstitious and ignorant, etc.

The sense of superiority in their hearts made them subconsciously resist surrendering when facing the northerners.

But it is obvious that the Nilfgaardian army has never made this plan to deal with an enemy like Lann.

As a result, the quality of soldiers that should be the best in the entire continent is impossible to talk about and has no performance.

Let alone target.

The Nilfgaardians were in a daze, or rather, they didn't even have time to daze before they were already about to die.

Oops!

The silver sword flashed, and a soldier's fine armor seemed like nothing in front of Alondette's blade.

His right wrist was chopped off, and the right side of his waist and abdomen were also opened by Lan En, who dodged past, making a big hole that could fit the palm of his hand!

But the companion standing next to him suddenly realized that the person next to him had wailed and fell down when the hot blood in the cold air spread on his face!

And when the Nilfgaardian soldier wanted to quickly catch the murderer with his sight, he could only see the tail of a black shadow.

Lann's rapidly moving footsteps were so powerful that they would even lift up the turf he was treading on.

These Nilfgaardians could only see the turf roots flying in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the comrades around him fell one after another.

The endless flow of air on the blade brought out a large amount of blood, and the hot blood soon became cold and sticky in the cold environment.

This forest glade was soon covered with a layer of blood!

The remaining soldiers of Nilfgaard, their military boots clicked in the pool of blood of their comrades.

This is wrong, this is wrong. Monster!

The Nilfgaardians began to murmur like they were collapsing, and then yelled.

These sounds were distorted by the strange-shaped tree branches around them into weird roars, which made them even more frightened.

Lan En flashed back and forth among the group of people eight times. Under their noses and within their reach, they lost eight comrades unable to resist.

Fifteen people, four left.

Finally, Lan En, who finally stopped, stood on their side.

Hand forward and back, he stepped forward, put the long knife back into its sheath, pressed the mouth of the sheath with his left hand, and held the handle of the knife with his right hand.

In front of him, these four people were already connected in a line.

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