Astartes of the Bear School

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 was like all the caves he had ever 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 god in the culvert.

It was a nearly five-meter-long statue of Hermes made entirely of copper.

Under the sunlight, the golden light shines.

Lan En could 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 god 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 didn't notice Lan En's arrival at all.

Lan En did not disturb her, but his cat eyes shone slightly in the darkness, 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 contain 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 wealthier and more direct offerings, which are 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 can't see any traces of energy."

In accordance with professional habits, the demon hunter 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 squatting down, the Grandmaster Bear School armor did not make any sound due to the collision of the armor pieces.

His upgraded leather gloves with steel armor plates touched the ground.

"Someone dragged the sacrifice behind the statue?"

The witcher followed the traces and came to the golden statue of Hermes.

"There's an opening here for the cold air to flow in."

Two or three times, the vines that had been growing under this ray of sunlight for an unknown period of time were peeled away, and a large crack in the rock was revealed.

In the witcher's vision, the bright red drag marks on the ground extend all the way inside.

The corners of Lan En's mouth curled up slightly.

"It seems that the one who wants to take away the tribute is not God. I have found you."

Squeeze sideways into the crack in the rock, and behind it is a deeper natural tunnel.

The voices of several people talking and laughing loudly echoed in the tunnel, and were almost inaudible at the entrance.

But in the demon hunter's senses, these things are very clear.

Lan En followed the sound and found that the deeper tunnel was well managed by the tribute thieves.

They lit a brazier here and built shelves and ladders out of wood. A weapons rack with several weapons was also placed aside.

When Lan En appeared in front of them, the young man originally just wanted to intimidate them and then make them spit out the tribute.

But he obviously underestimated the nature of tribute thieves in this era.

For those who dare to steal tribute in front of the gods, their crimes are generally more serious than murder in various city-states!

That's blasphemous!

So it's not surprising that when these people saw Lan En, their first reaction was to draw a knife.

When the first bandit walked toward him with a gloomy expression and his sword drawn, Lan En finally realized what crime "blasphemy" meant in this era and how serious it was.

To put it simply: People who have committed capital crimes don’t care much about adding a few more lives to their hands.

The Greek dagger stabbed towards Lan En's waist.

The bandit who led the charge had obviously killed someone before, and he knew the difficulties he would encounter when stabbing someone.

So when he was stabbing, he pressed the handle of the dagger with his palm, and the palm was close to his chest.

While trying to prevent your hands from slipping, your weight can also become one of the forces used to thrust out.

So the sword struck fast and hard.

There is no problem in killing a wild wolf with this sword.

But in front of Lan En.

"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 gloves with steel armor directly rubbed the blade of the sword, and pinched the palm of the leading bandit's sword!

There was a sound of ‘噌’!

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

Twisting the opponent's palm, he placed the opponent's Greek dagger on his unprotected neck.

‘Stab it~’

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

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

The palm 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.

There was a 'Pfft', the sound of breaking through the air and the scream sounded at the same time.

Another bandit jumped into the air as if he had been hit by a cow.

When he landed, a Greek dagger was stuck in his chest.

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

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

A 'ding' sound was accompanied by sparks from the collision of metal.

An arrow bounced off the outside of the steel-plated leather glove.

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

"Whoosh!"

The archer was holding a bow and arrow and standing on a wooden stand. The arrow he had just shot was 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 the cave changed from noisy to dead silence, a period of time passed between them.

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

And when he was about to walk out of the crack in the stone, he happened to hear the woman outside who had been praying, praying devoutly to the statue of Hermes.

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