Bear School Astartes-Chapter 819 - 802: Coordination

At the entrance of the cave, two Demon Hunters confirmed the wind direction, ensuring their scent wouldn’t reach the Sheep-Horned Demon’s nose.

Then, Lann took a sip of the , and peered inside.

"The culvert isn’t deep, at most seventeen or eighteen meters. That Sheep-Horned Demon is lying in the open space at the deepest part."

"Understood."

Geralt began adjusting his breathing and the grip on his sword handle.

Based on Lann’s observation of the terrain, although the culvert was uneven with rubble and damp puddles,

for a Demon Hunter’s ambush speed, these seventeen or eighteen meters could still be covered in three seconds.

"This guy is really sturdy; no wonder Belengar couldn’t beat it back then."

Lann looked at the Sheep-Horned Demon resting in the water pit inside and said.

The demon’s excrement was carelessly left in a corner of the cave, mixed with its own body odor.

It was lying in the dirty, stagnant water of the cave, its fur drenched and tangled in locks.

This exposed even deeper layers of fur, packed with older smells.

This is the usual work scene for a Demon Hunter.

Rong Buqiu covered its little nose.

If it weren’t from the Plunder Race of the Valley of Miasma in the New Continent, it would probably be vomiting by now.

Magical creatures rarely blend into the natural ecosystem because Chaos Magic Power itself can distort life.

Thus, the scent of magical creatures is more bizarre and indescribable compared to natural creatures.

"Let’s go!"

Lann growled lowly, then vanished like a wisp of smoke.

Leaving behind only the wind caused by his large frame moving at high speed, which blew Geralt’s ponytail.

After using the multiple times at high intensity to initiate the , Lann had almost learned this ancient technique of the Yan’an Hunters.

Now, when he used it, although not as effective as using the to initiate the ,

he no longer needed to sprinkle blood on that leg bone for activation.

Achieving the same effect as using the leg bone is just a matter of proficiency and time.

A bright silver light shone from Lann’s waist, blooming within the dim cave.

As Lann advanced, this silver light traced a light trail in midair.

On the rugged, slippery path, Geralt needed about three seconds to charge across nearly twenty meters.

But Lann needed only an instant!

"Swoosh!"

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through rang out.

Accompanied by the Sheep-Horned Demon’s unique cry of pain.

"Moo!!!"

A storm of foul-smelling blood sprayed out, as the physical blade cut open a wound in the Sheep-Horned Demon, unleashing a torrent of blood with the swift Qi Flow Blade on the blade.

Battle is always full of various unexpected events.

Originally, Lann aimed this strike at the neck to end the fight, but the Sheep-Horned Demon slightly shifted its body, and the blade struck the shoulder.

The razor-sharp Lady of the Lake’s Sword sliced in from the shoulder’s outer side, cutting horizontally into the body.

Through the skin and muscle on the shoulder, then bone and blood vessels amid the flesh...

Finally, because the blade went too deep, the Sheep-Horned Demon’s muscles clamped down so the blade couldn’t go any further, Lann relaxed his grip on the sword slightly, allowing the blade to tilt under resistance.

Then using his momentum to pull it out.

As Lann swiftly passed the Sheep-Horned Demon, his boots stepped on the remains of what it usually ate.

These skeletal remains, seemingly of Water Ghosts, were mostly gnawed clean.

The remaining meat on the skeleton, along with the spilled blood, became a breeding ground for bacteria in the dark, damp cave.

These bacteria secreted slime during reproduction, turning the pile of relics into a sticky, disgusting mess.

Stepping on it caused Lann to slip, losing his footing momentarily. Though he didn’t fall, the momentum carried him to the edge of the culvert.

Yet Lann didn’t feel any crisis from the slippery ground beneath his feet.

Because a burst of orange firelight had already illuminated the entire culvert.

Geralt advanced with his sword raised, simultaneously lifting his left hand, aiming at the Sheep-Horned Demon.

Before his left hand’s mark, an orange Igni Rune’s small magic array had already formed.

From the array, a continuous spray of scorching sparks and hot streams burst forth, like from a flamethrower.

This is a variant of the , inherited by the Wolf School from the Demon Hunter Order’s knowledge.

The sparks and heatwaves generated by Chaos Magic Power, under Geralt’s control, directly lashed at the Sheep-Horned Demon’s face.

The left half of its sheep face quickly blackened and charred.

The searing pain even temporarily overshadowed the sword wound left by Lann.

As Geralt rapidly approached, the sparks and heat he emitted became increasingly concentrated on the Sheep-Horned Demon, minimizing ineffective dispersion.

His emitted magic formed a cone shape, allowing more focus on the Sheep-Horned Demon as he got closer.

The left eye on its sheep face had been roasted dry by Geralt’s rune.

"Moo!!!"

It howled miserably, its strong claw muscles tensing and ready to strike!

..."Puff!"

But Geralt didn’t intend to give it a chance to react.

The silver sword with Valerian steel as the core was in Geralt’s right hand, the tip up.

As his internal magic power depleted, Geralt, under the variant of the ’s suppression, closed in on the Sheep-Horned Demon.

With Lann having severed most of its shoulder, it couldn’t even raise its arm.

Geralt had already noticed this, so he thrust the silver sword into this crippled side.

From the left rib of the Sheep-Horned Demon, slanting upward towards the heart!

However, due to the depletion of magic power, entering a Demon Hunter’s magic low period, Geralt felt a sense of exhaustion.

This thrust didn’t completely pierce through the Sheep-Horned Demon’s tough muscle; instead, it was caught by muscle and rib.

Faced with a stab that wasn’t a one-hit kill, Geralt seemed unbothered.

"Rong Buqiu!"

At this moment, just having slammed into the culvert wall to stop himself, Lann shouted without turning his head.

"Meow!"

Following closely behind Geralt was an Elu Cat!

Its agile body was small and nimble.

When Geralt, due to the magic low period’s fatigue, didn’t thrust the longsword directly into the Sheep-Horned Demon’s heart,

Rong Buqiu used all four limbs, cleverly leaping from behind Geralt, using his body as a bridge! 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Then, with its little paws, it pushed off the pommel weight at the tail end of the sword handle.

"Puff!"

"Moo~"

The little cat leaped in the air, and the silver sword pierced from the Sheep-Horned Demon’s chest straight through to its back.

Afterward, Geralt took two steps back, and the little cat landed lightly, returning to a four-legged state, took two steps, then returned to standing on two legs.

And the sturdy Sheep-Horned Demon collapsed with a crash, splashing the puddle in the culvert with dirty water.