Chapter 998 980 Crushing the ‘Biscuit’

Chapter 998 980. Crushing the ‘cookie’

Just as the little girl screamed in horror, the owner of the car was pinned to the mud and watched his daughter being crushed by a group of deserters and robbers on the road.

“Are you going to do it?”

A calm and hoarse voice came from not far away.

Two demon hunters came here.

Geralt asked Lann next to him.

The demon hunter had clearly arrived at the scene, but his tone was so relaxed that he seemed to be out of the matter, which made many people present stunned unconsciously.

Lann ignored Geralt’s words.

His cloak drew a wavy arc in the air, and he had already got off the unicorn’s back.

He walked towards the messy road in silence.

The large cloak hung down to his calves, and the cloak that wrapped the whole person did not reveal any emotional fluctuations.

He said nothing, but his hostility was obvious.

But the deserters and robbers on the opposite side, even if they saw such a man walking towards them with hostility, did not turn around and run.

Because they took anesthetic powder.

Lan En knew it at a glance.

The abnormal dilation and excitement of the pupils, the uncontrolled runny nose and drooling after the mucous membrane was stimulated were too obvious.

You can't expect people who take drugs to maintain even the most basic rationality, right?

The rotten-toothed leader who held the little girl down pulled out an axe from his belt and rushed towards Lan En with a grin.

It seems that he is also a veteran who has killed many people.

But the closer he got to Lan En, the smaller and thinner he looked.

The pair of eyes that were so excited that they could not focus under the influence of drugs suddenly stopped after a flash of black shadow.

A big hand stretched out from under the cloak and grabbed the rotten-toothed leader's head.

When Lan En firmly pressed the opponent's head with one hand, the hem of his cloak, which was lifted by his action, was still in the air.

It was not until the real power came into contact with the fragile flesh that the head controlled by the anesthetic powder seemed to regain a little bit of rationality.

He wanted to swing the axe to chop his arm, but before he could put his idea into practice, the severe pain from the top of his head made him scream and throw the axe in his hand regardless, and instead tried to pull the palm on his head.

But Lan En's strength is not at the same level as that of ordinary people.

What the Primaris Space Marines call "crushing human skulls with their palms" really means using only the palm of the hand, which is not suitable for squeezing or even for exerting force, to crush human skulls.

And when they think about it, what effect will it have if they press the human skull with fingers that are really suitable for holding it?

- Almost like biscuits.

"Ugh, ahhh!"

The shrill scream was no different from the donkey cart guy he had just killed, and even worse.

Lan En's fingers tightened, and the leader with rotten teeth could clearly feel that his skull structure was on the verge of bearing the limit.

Finally, the man who was struggling frantically on Lan En's arm suddenly became weak after a dull "click", leaving only occasional twitches.

Lan En did not crush his head, as he seemed to have an old injury on his head, which caused uneven force.

Lan En's thumb and index finger first pinched his head, leaving two finger-sized depressions on his skull.

But the depression of two fingers on the skull was enough to kill people.

The body fell from Lan En's hand and fell into the mud with a "crack".

There were a total of five people in this group of deserters and robbers. They didn't seem to take as much drugs as the leader with rotten teeth. After all, the leader would leave the most anesthetic powder for himself.

After they understood the gap and witnessed the death, they finally began to flee in all directions.

But the result was the same.

Lan's left hand moved five times, and five [Alder Seal] triggered five projectiles, which opened holes in their bodies at a distance of dozens of meters.

There was nothing unexpected, they were just a group of ordinary robbers, without extraordinary powers and strange spells.

Geralt calmly watched Lan kill a group of deserters and robbers without any effort, but when Lan approached the girl who was just pressed, he sighed softly.

Killing people is not difficult for people like them.

Geralt never worried about what happened just now.

His confirmation before Lan took action was just to persuade him of one thing.

For ordinary civilians who have never killed anyone, the witcher who saved them may also be terrible in their eyes.

The civilians who were just frightened saw the inhuman cat eyes and the bloody murderer.

Most of them's first reaction was definitely not gratitude, but hysterical screaming and running away in the aftermath of terror.

Looking at Lan approaching the little girl, Geralt was waiting for that scene to unfold.

Waiting for the father and daughter to be terrified when they see Lan, as if they saw a monster, and run away screaming.

Then he will rush forward to comfort this powerful but young demon hunter.

Geralt shook his head, this is also a matter of experience? !

Suddenly, Geralt, who was silent in the back, widened his eyes, as if he had encountered a night spirit.

He stared blankly at the messy mud in the distance.

Lan bent down and pulled the girl up from the ground. The girl looked really scared, but in front of Lan who bent down.

In front of the "giant" that was tall enough to make people feel oppressive, she did not lose her mind at all.

Although she shrank and sobbed without speaking, she never screamed and stayed away from the demon hunter as if she was away from a monster.

The same goes for the car owner who was pressed to the ground just now.

Geralt looked on in a daze as Lan helped the surviving father and daughter to pull the donkey, collect the body of the donkey cart clerk, and some goods that could be sold.

Finally, the cart owner took Lan's hand, bowed repeatedly with tears in his eyes, and led the donkey along the road.

It was not until Lan returned to the back of the unicorn as if he had done something trivial and started walking again that Geralt came back to his senses in a daze.

"You look like you saw a daytime demon in the middle of the night, Geralt. What happened?"

Lan asked him calmly.

Geralt pursed his lips and responded to him after a long while.

"I went out to make money before, or the first time I became a demon hunter, and I also encountered what happened just now."

"Then what? Did you show your skills?"

It can be seen that Lan is still quite interested in Geralt's past.

"No." Geralt himself, on the other hand, spoke in a dull voice.

"It started out pretty much the same, with deserters who wanted money and food and, preferably, women, no matter how old they were. Or women or not, as long as there was a hole to relax."

"There are always such people in every year and every place. Of course, there are also victims, the farmer and his daughter who were stopped."

"The incident happened after I killed their leader."

"The girl's father fled with the attackers, and the girl was covered in the blood of the leader. She vomited and was hysterical. When I walked over, she fainted out of fear."

Geralt turned his head and looked at Lann, who seemed to be calm and just listening to the story with interest.

"Since then, I have made myself listen to the voice of reason in my heart more and rarely get involved in such things."

"Oh?" Lann heard what Geralt meant, but didn't care. Instead, he smiled and asked back. "Is this the wisdom passed down from Kaer Morhen?"

"Yes." Geralt said bluntly.

"Vesemir warned me again and again in Kaer Morhen not to get involved in such things, not to play the role of a wandering knight or to uphold the law. Don't show off your skills, just work for money."

"But I didn't go fifty miles away and got involved in the fight like a fool. Do you know why? I wanted the girl to cry with joy and kiss the hands of her savior, and her father to kneel on the ground in gratitude."

Lan En didn't react much, just said calmly.

"Then you were disappointed, the rejection of the witcher and the fear of escaping death overwhelmed the gratitude. This is not what is written in the storybooks and poems, right? But it's more than that."

"You feel disgusted with your behavior of 'trying to get gratitude and honor to save people'. This feeling is even stronger after the rescued screamed and fled."

Geralt nodded, but then Lan En changed the subject.

"But I don't think it's disgusting. Maybe it's because we have different ideas, Geralt? I never dwell on these things. In my eyes, doing good things is doing good things. It's completely reasonable to be thanked and rewarded for it."

"I just want to stop the things I don't like from happening. After I'm done, I don't care whether the father and daughter are grateful or flee."

Geralt looked at the young man next to him, and finally shook his head with a smile.

"Yes, you are that kind of person. Except for this kind of "fool", no one will rush into the war."

"Come on, tell me straight. Did the girl see your face under the hood and didn't scream and run away?"

"It's one aspect." Lan En said with a smile, "If you were as charming as you are now when you were young, maybe the girl wouldn't be scared away by you?"

Geralt shook his head helplessly.

He also knew that he was relatively charming among the demon hunters, calm, handsome, strong, sophisticated and reliable.

Many women who wanted to find excitement, even sorceresses, were interested in him.

But his charm was different from Lan En's beauty.

That was a face that would make you lose your mind just by looking at it.

"On the other hand?" Geralt didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so he simply changed it. "That guy can't be because of this, right?"

When he said this, Lan's voice, which was originally a little smiling, became a little subtle.

"Yeah. It's not because of this."

"What?" Geralt also heard something wrong.

"The father recognized my identity as soon as he got up from the ground, and said something like, 'A hero has come to save us.'"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

There was an interesting click of the tongue from under Lan's hood.

Geralt also raised his eyebrows and realized that something was wrong.