Bear School Astartes-Chapter 891 - 874: Observing the Essence

To be honest, Lann is now basically giving it his all to help Rosalie and the Profound Saint’s followers in the fight.

One reason for his efforts is his fondness for the Goddess, who, despite being immersed in sorrow, still maintains compassion and courtesy.

On the other hand... he hasn’t left yet! This group of followers wants to revert the orderly world back to an era of chaos.

Who knows, if Elderidge devours another deity, how much faster will the world’s order collapse?

Thus, out of fondness for the Goddess and a refusal to accept the apocalypse, he must stop Elderidge.

Grabbing the mane of the Qilin, Lann cast one last glance at MacDonald and Louis before turning his steed.

Charging towards the roaring Elderidge!

He doesn’t have time to waste with those two.

The two archbishops exchanged glances, simultaneously breaking into a cold sweat, panting and swallowing.

The Qilin’s hooves leapt mightily, its superb physical quality allowing it to jump like a rising scallion on dry land, reaching the height above the giant’s head.

Lann didn’t let the Qilin join the attack on Elderidge’s body.

Because the black mud and Profound power are exceedingly troublesome even in this world of mysticism, he’s unsure if the Qilin can withstand such pollution.

Thus, he didn’t let Rong Buqiu attack Elderidge directly.

Instead, he positioned the Greatsword beside him, and swept past the giant.

The blade of [Muddy Stream·Destruction] easily sliced through the giant’s skin, opening a gap in the sticky black mud.

However, after cutting, the continuous savage, ravenous aura on [Muddy Stream·Destruction] suddenly paused.

It seems it has never ’devoured’ the black mud composing Elderidge’s body before, feeling rather peculiar.

Even the draconic energy in black mist form did not activate.

Lann felt an odd sensation in his hand after landing from the cut.

Although this black mud is part of Elderidge’s body, whether knocked away by others’ attacks or a chunk was bitten off by Lann’s [Muddy Stream·Destruction],

Elderidge’s mass seemed unchanged.

This black mud... is just an external manifestation of a certain power, not his core?

Lann speculated thus.

All their attacks seemed insignificant to Elderidge, failing even to hinder him.

Right now, Profound Saint, who has just awoken from the coffin and is famished, is even impatiently pushing his head into Rosalie’s chamber.

There can’t be a delay!

Lann immediately made up his mind.

He has always been decisive and calm in critical moments.

He lightly patted the side of the Qilin’s long neck, the miniature Ancient Dragon pondered the information passed into its mind, then intriguingly turned its neck, looking at its friend on the back.

"Huff?"

It snorted in confusion.

And Lann simply nodded quietly: "Do as such."

Though the Qilin was still a bit incredulous, it began to gather strength.

On the second-floor terrace, Leonard and the others’ battle grew increasingly chaotic; as Elderidge approached Rosalie, their sanity waned.

They began to launch frenzied attacks. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The azure lightning flashed across the Qilin’s azure horns, accompanied by the ’snap’ sound piercing the air.

Its four hooves scraped the ground, even the silk rune fabric Margaret specifically made to suppress static electricity fluttered under the strong voltage without wind.

"Zing!"

Limited by Lann’s physical endurance threshold, the Qilin slightly unleashed some of its speed.

Almost in the blink of an eye, like a bolt of lightning, the Qilin had already ascended above Elderidge.

The abundance of lightning on it made its body resemble a flashing thunderball.

And Lann, at this moment, jumped off its back!

[Muddy Stream·Destruction] resting on his shoulder, while his left hand drew out Aron Dite once more!

"Now!"

The Demon Hunter bellowed, and the Qilin responded in return.

"Neigh!"

Massive lightning strike!

Just like the instinctive retaliation against the Golden Lion when its azure horn was snapped!

The wild and powerful electric current... headed towards Lann in mid-air!

The commotion from this series of actions even briefly awakened Leonard, Klimte, and the Maggot Men who lost their sanity due to the Goddess being threatened.

Even squeezing through the massive bedroom door that Elderidge controlled with the giant’s body.

In this moment of crisis, the Goddess, still absorbed in her own sorrow, slightly lifted her head on the bed in the room’s deepest part.

Through the crack of the enormous door, her eyes under the black veil saw the leaping thunder, and...

——the warrior who wielded the thunder!

[Iwami Style: Thunder Return]!

This is a technique Lann had only practiced but never used in combat.

In the swordsmanship organized by Iwami Yixin, this move seemed headless, tailless, without cause nor purpose, unable to fit into the system.

It was only recorded in the manual as a local tradition, bearing the [Iwami Style] name.

It’s rumored that in ancient times, the Reed Country once resisted the Yu Jia Mei warriors from the heavens, those warriors could wield thunder with dance-like formations.

And the swordsmen of Iwami developed methods to counter the thunder during wars.