Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 55 55. Look at me

Neken felt like he had had a long dream.

He dreamed that he had returned to the hometown of Cidaris, when there had been no changes in the royal family or the arrival of the Restoration Army of Temeria.

What fills the air is not the stench of rotting corpses and the thick smoke of burned houses, but the smell of flowers in the town's flower beds, and the smell of cooking sea fish in roadside restaurants.

People are not nervous, nor are they nervously wary of every stranger, nor are they so hungry that they eat the corpses of their own kind.

The air humidity there is suitable and the temperature is suitable.It's not like Waylon at all, it's full of swamps and miasma, like a mud pit.

Neken began to miss everything in his hometown when there was no war.

"Wake up, miscellaneous."

But then, the environment in the dream changed.

He began to run endlessly in the jungle.

He didn't know why he wanted to escape, but he felt a sense of horror as if he was grinding his teeth and sucking blood, bursting out from the depths of his bone marrow.

There was a heavy trampling sound of "dong dong dong" from behind, and the frequency was urgent and fast.

Naken in the dream thought this was ridiculous.

Run through the woods, you wear heavy armor?Still chasing me?

Where are you from, Deer Head Demon?
Forget it, it's just a dream, dreams are unreasonable, unreasonable.
just a dream
"I said, wake up, chop suey!"

In a trance, Naken felt a figure walking in front of him, and his perspective was lying on the ground.

Then, he felt his wrist being stepped on.

Neken was pulled back to reality by the physical sensation, opened his eyes blankly, and looked at his trampled wrist.

There is nothing wrong with this link, because the purpose of the opponent is to "step on", not "stomp".

But step on the wrist. What is it for?

The sound of "Chi Chi" sounded in my ears.

That is the sound of meat being roasted at high temperature, and the fat in the meat will burst when heated.

Neken's slack eyes gathered together, and soon became terrified!

"Ahhhhh!!!"

It's a hand!It's his hand!

His hand was pressed on the carbon pile of Mars!

It had been the campfire of their camp, with a greased arm on it not so long ago.

Neken's body, which was originally flat on the ground, arched in an instant in pain.

He wanted to yank his wrist away like crazy, but the boots with the steel greaves on them seemed to be frozen!
Not moving.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?! Who are you? Help! The plague is here, help!"

Lan En tilted his head slightly, watching the man under his feet twist like a maggot.

Slowly press down on his wrist with your foot and move away from the carbon pile.

Naken took a moment's respite from the constant burning pain.

At this moment, his face was bloodless, and beads of sweat rolled down from the top of his head.

He looked around subconsciously, but the surrounding scene seemed to defeat his last bit of reason.

Tears of fear and snot gushed out together, and his lips trembled like a chill.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The seven people gathered in this small camp were all gathered in this open space.

Not to mention the three people who were hacked to death on the spot, but the people who turned around and fled had already been changed into "different shapes".

Kneeling on the ground, his hands wanted to reach out to his head, but that head had turned into charred black carbon!

The black mouth opened wide, and Neken could even imagine the look of screaming with all his strength.

Also, the neck is so thick that it is abnormal, and the skin of the whole person is bloodshot and black.
The dazedness of waking up from the dream, the panic and shock of suddenly encountering severe pain, coupled with the scene in front of me at this time.

Naken turned his head tremblingly, looking at the man who stepped on his wrist.

A face with a very exotic style, wearing a thick armor, even the cotton armor cover has not been scratched!
He finally remembered what had happened to him.

Grilling human arms with teammates before an enemy emerges from the woods and tears apart anyone who dares to draw a sword.

They run away, then pass out.

When he woke up again, the man had already stepped on his wrist and pressed his hand on the carbon pile with sparks.

"A bit disappointed."

The man said with a blank face.

"I thought the cannibals' viciousness would last until the last second before they died."

Neken was too frightened to speak properly.

"Benevolence, mercy! Please, please!"

"When life and death are in your hands, don't beg for mercy, but show value, Neken."

The man's tone was very calm, but because it was so peaceful, in this camp that had been decorated with all kinds of corpses in strange shapes, this kind of calm seemed extremely terrifying.

"Nekon, fisherman from Cidaris, Naken van der Rohe. Your friends tell me you are the oldest and highest in the camp. They tell me a lot about you, your Origin, your experience, your rank in the group."

"But they don't know more, so they are like this. I really hope that you will end up differently from them, I really hope."

Lan En stretched out his hand to gesture around the man under his feet, his tone was steady and quiet.

But in Naken's ears, he only felt an invisible, crazy spirit running around in his mind!

"A boy with a big head and a small body was taken away two days ago. He was wearing a blue linen shirt that had been washed until it turned white, and he had nothing on his body."

"I ran all the way from Orydon to Corndale. On the way, I killed, tortured, and killed again. Because you kidnapped such a child."

"I killed the men you came out to hunt, I killed the jazz soldiers stationed in Corndale, and then here."

"In order to scare you, I held that person's head and used the Igni Seal to burn his head into charcoal."

"In order to prevent you from lying, I pulled the man's throat and injected [-] kilograms of air into his stomach with the Alder method."

Lane pointed out the corpses to Neken one by one.

"I threw up during torture, Neken. Because I'm different from you, I don't get pleasure or satisfaction from human screams and wailing. On the contrary, those sounds make my bones feel numb. "

"But please don't misunderstand that even though I vomited at that time, I did not hesitate at all during the torture process. Because I know that vomiting is just my physiological reaction, and I have no objection to my actions in terms of the justice in my heart."

Lan En leaned down slightly and approached Neken.

There was indeed a sour smell in the corner of his mouth, it was the smell of stomach acid.

"Actually, even if I torture another hundred or two hundred of you, I will still feel uncomfortable. But at the same time, I am very sure—as long as I can help me save the child, I will never do it because of Suffering and soft."

"A thousand lives of cannibals are not as important as a good boy."

"That's what I think, Neken."

While speaking, Lan En pressed Neken's wrist with his feet, and moved towards the sparkling carbon pile again.

"Now, tell me where the child is. If you don't know, tell me who might."

"Or you can also be a tough guy, grit your teeth in the face of torture, be fearless in the face of danger, and would rather die than surrender. Rather, I hope you are like that."

"Just like what I told your companion, the information that a tough guy confides after a breakdown is often more credible."

"And a guy who didn't talk about the door from the beginning spit out a bunch of information, but I have to worry about which ones can be used and which ones can't, wasting time."

"Do I make sense, Neken?"

Lan En leaned forward and approached Neken, looking straight into his eyes.

"Come on, look up at me, and talk."

He said calmly, "Let me see if you have lied or concealed anything."

Neken van der Rohe, totally devastated.

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