Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1198 1180. Ibirujiu——Tyrannosaurus!

Moreover, Lan En was certain that the fog monster he had just stabbed to death was not an ordinary phantom.

Some fog monsters, who have lived for quite a long time and have developed their abilities very well, can mimic the fog to look like themselves.

Creates a phantom clone that can attack and confuse enemies.

But when the clone was broken, it behaved like a video of a sudden collapse.

The magic mist structure that constructs the clone is broken to its limit, and the clone will suddenly stop and then disappear.

But just now Lan En recorded the whole process with his eyes.

The mist demon twitched when it was stabbed, then fell to the ground, which was not the behavior of a magical phantom.

That is a biological characteristic.

Demon hunters are experts in studying and learning monster knowledge. There is an academic book as big as a dictionary in Kaer Morhen about ghouls and giant ghouls, two creatures of the same species but with differences.

Any slight biological difference could cost a witcher his life during a mission.

Therefore, they also strive to be meticulous in their research on monsters, making distinctions and judgments.

Lan En believed that he would not mistake the magical mist phantom for the real mist demon.

But this was even more outrageous. He had never heard of any kind of fog monster that would not leave behind a flesh and blood corpse after death, but instead turn into fog and dissipate!
If a demon hunter takes this job, he won't have a head to prove the mission is accomplished and collect the bounty!
On the other side, there was a group of Squirrel Party members who were knocked to the ground by Lan En.

At this time, they were also shaking their heads with effort under the stimulation of the fog spreading from the ground, and they woke up a little.

Lan En didn't go there with the intention of killing anyone, so at most they just had broken bones or concussions.

The mist with a metallic smell rushed into their nasal cavities, stimulating them to open their eyes one after another.

Then they all screamed in fear as if they had just woken up from a dream, but in the eyes of others, they were just opening their mouths in vain, and the sounds they made were weak and distant.

Moreover, the mist began to surge silently.

Suddenly, in the milky white mist, another skinny, hunched and deformed figure condensed.

Silently swung his claws at a half-elf.

The half-elf was unaware, but a dwarf standing opposite him raised a crossbow at his back.

The dwarf's beard was puffing out and his mouth was wide open, but the sound could not reach the ears of the half-elf who was only ten meters away.

A crossbow arrow was fired out, brushed past the half-elf's clothes, and pierced the fog monster's body.

This made him turn around suddenly, and the half-elf swung the one-handed axe in his hand at the fog monster in fear.

The actions of the dwarf and the half-elf attracted more people's attention, and the people around the half-elf barely suppressed the dizziness and pain caused by Lan En's beating.

Everyone drew out their weapons and besieged the revealed fog monster.

The iron weapon knocked it around, causing it to stagger everywhere, and it finally dissipated after being hit dozens of times.

The whole process was silent and quiet.

This made Lan En even more certain that the thing was definitely not a magic mist clone.

Ordinary iron weapons are not the witcher's silver sword. The texture of the blow just now was almost the same as hitting a physical monster.

The iron sword is effective, but it is not as effective against monsters as the silver sword.

It is far from the feeling of nothingness when facing a magic clone and being unable to hit it.

After the Squirrel Party killed a fog demon, they looked at each other in shock and tried to get closer and talk loudly.

Shortening the speaking distance does help to overcome the extraordinary sound-absorbing effect of this fog.

At least they had accomplished some communication.

Their horrified looks showed that they actually knew what the fog meant. They had entered the feeding area of ​​the unknown creature.

Lan stood not far away, and the Scoia'tael looked at the tall but hazy witcher in the mist with resentment.

But in the end, no one attacked him anymore.

Everyone was observing their surroundings carefully and moving constantly.

The female elf also managed to rise from the supine position, covering her back with one hand and slowly propping herself up with the other.

Then, a sharp stream of air passed by the edge of the elf's hair on her side face.

The sharp airflow even left a brief trace of vacuum in the fog.

The female elf was a little slow to look at the witcher, only to find that he had just retracted his kicking foot.

She turned her head again.

Behind her, a silent fog demon was nailed to the tree trunk behind her by an elven long sword, and its corpse was disintegrating into mist.

Only the elf's long sword was shaking.

"People always struggle when they are dying, right?"

Lan En snorted and turned his eyes away from the female elf.

The elf only saw his lips move, but heard nothing.

But the actions speak for themselves.

She gritted her blood-stained teeth and turned her head to look at her own sword stuck in the tree trunk.

He first held up the handle of the knife to stagger himself up, then pulled it out suddenly and held it in front of him in a defensive posture.

Except for those who are determined to die, most people will struggle before death no matter what.

Especially this group of people, their original plan was to protect themselves.

"You just broke one of my ribs!" The female elf walked to Lan En's side, opened her mouth wide and shouted with veins bulging on her neck.

She seemed to want to vent the pain in her body by shouting, but in Lan's ears, the sound was so soft that it sounded like a whisper. "You are lucky to be alive today, ma'am."

Lan En's slightly glowing eyes looked around and he also shouted.

"Now we have to figure this out together. Tell me what's going on!"

The sound-absorbing properties of the fog resulted in deathly silence even though people's heartbeats and breathing quickened.

And the communication efficiency has become very low.

“These things are just minor characters!”

The female elf pointed around and shouted, the pain and screaming at the top of her lungs made her short hair fall to her forehead.

"You don't want to see that thing in the middle of the fog! No one can see it and still be alive! The only hope is to run out!"

After saying that, the female elf carefully moved closer to the rest of the Scoia'tael.

What she said to Lan En just now was mainly because she wanted this powerful warrior to go with them so that they would have a better chance of survival.

Another fog monster emerged silently from the fog. This time it appeared in a blind spot and knocked down a halfling with one claw.

The vibration of the halfling falling to the ground attracted the attention of others nearby, and they rushed over with their swords and hacked the fog monster to death.

The halfling covered his head and stood up staggeringly.

If he hadn't been wearing a neck brace, the fog demon's claws would have been enough to dig into his cervical vertebrae from the back of his neck.

The female elf waved at Lan, signaling him to follow.

Now the fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the milky white color in the air is getting thicker and thicker. Visibility has been compressed from ten meters to about five meters.

And the bad news doesn’t end there.

Lan En dodged a sudden fog monster's claw by leaning sideways, and punched out with his backhand!

There was no sound, but the tip of the fist created several circles of milky white air waves in the mist.

The fist at the center of the circular air wave hit the fog monster's head. The deformed head first deformed under the heavy pressure, and finally the broken bones broke through the flesh.

A surface of blood and flesh spread out in a fan shape and finally dissipated in the mist.

And with Lan's other hand, Arondate accurately stabbed into the mouth of a fog monster as soon as it appeared, and the sharp blade protruded from the back of its head.

Fog monsters are appearing more and more frequently.

Although the squirrel party members had looked terrified just now, they were still trying hard to retreat, but now they even found it difficult to move.

Because they had no idea where the fog monster would suddenly and silently appear.

This problem can be solved by having each person monitor blind spots for others and forming a queue.

However, if this kind of queue does not have long-term practice, or a very high degree of organization and tacit understanding, then it is just empty talk.

The Squirrel Party obviously had never practiced this kind of project, and their mutual understanding was not up to standard.

So after five minutes, they only walked less than fifty meters, and everyone looked exhausted and sweaty.

There was despair on the elf girl's face.

Because according to their understanding of fog, the thicker the fog is and the more frequently the fog monster appears, which means that they are actually getting closer and closer to the center!
"It's coming towards us!" the female elf screamed in fear, "Why is this happening! It's not just passing by us! It's coming towards us! This is not right!"

But beneath the white mist, her voice sounded like a whisper.

And it can't be transmitted very far.

On the other side, Lan En was not far away from the Scoia'tael in a straight line.

He began to look around with an extremely vigilant expression.

Because around him, there were many broken trees slowly falling down.

Under normal circumstances, this would result in a series of 'creaking' sounds as the wood was torn apart, and the dull thud of the tree trunk hitting the ground.

But in this white fog, he could only feel the vibration of the ground beneath his feet, but there was no sound at all.

Those thick tree trunks were easily crushed and broken like crispy sticks.

The fog was thick and hazy. Behind Lan En, in the depths of the milky white fog, a huge black shadow was slowly approaching.

The closer the shadow got, the larger its area appeared.

The surrounding trees were extremely fragile next to it, but its movement seemed to cause no vibration at all.

This also resulted in Lan En only knowing that there was something next to him, but he could not determine its location through the vibration of the ground.

Everything was always immersed in deathly silence.

In the middle of the dark shadow in the thick fog, a pair of small, yellowish reptilian eyes stared at the witcher who had his back to him.

and then
A ferocious and huge mouth opened slowly but powerfully as if it was wound up, and then fell from the sky!

This process is still silent.

But with its back to the witcher, the amber cat's eyes were moving calmly.

There’s one good thing about thick fog – it’s noticeable when it’s stirred!
【Acceleration Technique】!
Lan En's body suddenly turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared.

And in the next moment, the devil's huge jaw plowed into the ground fiercely.

A large number of broken teeth flew everywhere under the pressure!
Lan En, who was crouching down, lowering his center of gravity and slowing down to a stop in the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly and saw the center of the change for the first time.

"【Ibirujiu】."

The witcher first said the scientific name of the creature in front of him very professionally, and then said its common name that was rampant and chilling in another world.

"Tyrannosaurus!!!"

(End of this chapter)