Chapter 901: 883 Rhythm [Combat Skills]

Chapter 901 883. Rhythm [Combat Skills]

The long sound of the bugle blew from the mouths of the guards on the gate tower of the bridge entering the city.

Although the sound was loud, it seemed that it could not travel very far.

If you want to notify the knights in Lothric City, maybe the horn itself has magic.

And it turned out just as Lan En expected.

The rioters mixed in the crowd, as well as the Lothric knights who wanted to suppress the riot, paid no attention to the other pilgrims on the bridge at this moment.

In other words, it was the plan of these rioters to use these pilgrims as a cover for their own actions.

“Zizzi!”

The tiny golden [Thunder Gun] was still flickering in the dark crowd, aiming towards the flying dragon in the sky and the guards on the gatehouse.

So after the huge hammer swept, only a large piece of ferocious flesh and blood was left on the ground.

The [Miracle] of these attackers hit them. Even if a shield was erected for protection, the [Thunder Gun] could still directly blast through the shield and kill the soldiers behind.

Whether it is an ordinary pilgrim or a lurking attacker, there is no time or conditions to screen now.

The hammer head, which was the size of a small house, swept across the ground without mercy.

Most of them only wear chain mail linings and leather outer coverings, and their combat effectiveness is ordinary to the naked eye.

There is no strong and solemn armor and armament like the knights.

But fortunately, the Lothric guards on the gatehouse completed their work.

A dump truck driving into the crowd couldn't be worse than this.

At the back of this section where Lan En huddled, the huge and heavy 'Bridge Guard' was also attacked and began to fight the attackers.

Pilgrims, in addition to looking forward to death in the matter of 'pilgrimage', also seem to have a basic desire to survive.

The pilgrims have been wandering on the verge of death for too long, and most of their brains have turned to mush.

It let out a deafening roar.

Hence, we are just shouting in panic without knowing the full picture of the current situation.

The initial target of these attackers was dragoons. These ordinary soldiers were not at the same level to them.

 Many gatehouses on the bridge have simply lowered their iron gates, dividing the entire bridge into several small sections that cannot be connected.

Those guards seemed to be just low-level soldiers of Lothrik City.

This also let Lan En know that the race of the 'bridge guard' is really a [demon].

They walked with difficulty, supported their bodies with crutches, and scattered in all directions, trying to stay away from the dangerous battlefield as much as possible.

There were several loud "clang" sounds in a row.

The groups of rioters were separated.

As they staggered along, they shouted in dry voices: "Devil. That stray demon is crazy!"

I just don’t know what the definition of [Devil] is in this world.

But when Lan En saw it, what flowed out from the attackers' attacks on the stray demons was not blood, but hot, bright red lava.

He knew that the [Devil] here must be different from the definition in his mind.

However, Lan En doesn’t have time to understand the devil now.

Lann's fighting pace is too fast.

So much so that the warriors in this world simply cannot understand it.

Before, Lan En had communicated with Leonard once or twice.

The fighting style of warriors in this world is generally traditional Western swordsmanship.

In other words, we pay more attention to mental deception, tactical induction, confrontation, and seizing opportunities in battle, so the normal situation is to fight back and forth.

Unless the difference in basic quality between the two sides is really huge, the battle will end in a short time.

But before Lan En showed a huge difference in basic quality, he just relied on his skills to complete a series of high-intensity responses and kill instantly.

This is completely incomprehensible to the local warriors.

Local warriors will specialize in one or two sets of relatively powerful moves. Their proficiency in these moves can even allow their souls to imprint the moves on their weapons.

This is also one of the results of the fact that in this world, souls are relatively easy to be contacted, studied, and influenced.

Powerful moves are engraved on the weapons. As long as the warriors pick up the weapons, they can ignore the ups and downs of their own status when using this move, and display the most perfect and standard posture of this move.

This is the reason why when Lan En was in the Netherworld Church and the church knight held a big sword and performed a fierce and sharp spinning slash, there was a supernatural shadow in his movements.

Because it is not a simple action, but it brings the power of the soul.

This is the supernatural power of warriors in this world: moves are imprinted on weapons with their souls. As long as they can hold the weapon, they can automatically perform the moves on the weapon perfectly.

This kind of move that meets the standard of soul engraving is called [combat skill] in the local area.

However, there is only one [Combat Skill] on a weapon.

So in this world, warriors regard supernatural [combat skills] more as the final word or the key factor that affects the battle situation.

In the long trial and consumption phase of the sword fight, in the end, ordinary slashing and parrying took up most of the time.

What dominates the rhythm of the battle is still the game of thinking and tactics, deception, and the grasp of fleeting opportunities.

While Lan En stabbed an enemy in the chest, he almost didn't look at it and threw the limp corpse behind him.

“Zizi la~”

After a few chaotic noises like electricity, all the flying [Thunder Guns] hit the corpse, immediately exploding the corpse into a **** mess.

These attackers can immediately come back to their senses when shocked beyond their own common sense. Their quality cannot be said to be bad.

However, even in terms of reaction speed alone, Lan En, who has transplanted the [Song Gland] in his brain, is far ahead of them.

“[Alder], bang bang bang!”

The projectile in his hand was activated three times in a very short period of time, before the flesh and blood that was blown into pieces in mid-air had not yet spilled onto the ground.

The supersonic projectiles were emitted, and they made three holes in the blood curtain, hitting the attackers who were chanting miracles.

These projectiles combine the firing power of the catapult and the driving force of the seal.

Even if it hits the dragons with strong vitality in the monster world, it is enough to make them stagger.

At this time, it is even more ‘outstanding’ in humans.

The attackers behind the three **** curtains immediately flew backwards.

That is the special projectile rolling in their bodies, producing a huge thrust.

The three people bumped into the fence of the bridge behind them, just like three powerless rag dolls.

The blood brought out from the breach left hideous traces on the fence like splatters.