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Thank you","bear-school-astartes-chapter-619",619,"\u003Cp>After Darkley was also killed, there seemed to be no one left in this mountain valley still maintaining clear-minded rationality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with the mountain fire, even united and brave people would find it difficult to cope, let alone these fragmented, suspicious Niflgaard deserters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five hundred Nausicca Cavalry Squad, one thousand Black Infantry Archers, and two thousand Niflgaard infantry regiments, can now be declared... completely annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By one person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the mountain fire burning ever closer, even the ground, soaked with blood and mud, seemed to be drying rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heat seemed to lift one’s very soul upwards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that met the eye was a sea of fire, the brightness of which had already begun to dazzle people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deserters, completely lost to reason, their black silhouettes running, crying, wailing through this hellish red inferno.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann silently picked up his [Turbulent Flow] and placed it into the alchemy pouch at his back waist, walking towards the only exit of the mountain valley’s fire field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann’s body was already very tired, his two misaligned soft tissues, forcibly realigned by muscle, now swayed loosely again due to muscle relaxation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With struggling steps, Lann walked to the side of the cart platform at the mountain valley’s exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the origin of the Niflgaard Army’s rout, the corpses of the dead had even piled up to be level with the cart platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even until their deaths, the eyes of these Niflgaard people were filled with madness and terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were they born to delight in slaughtering the weak?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the eyes of these corpses, Lann suddenly thought without reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Niflgaardians were just ordinary soldiers, living in the territories of the Niflgaard Empire, with families, friends, and their own social interactions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did they behave the same way, like when they slaughtered refugees, in their hometowns?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not... what was it that turned them into this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann indifferently stepped on these corpses, walking to the cart platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann saw that Duke who once stood on this platform, taunted him, showed him disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, more helpless and even numb than those refugees slaughtered under his commands, his former nobility and arrogance completely vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You once said, that to find you, I must make it here first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann looked down at the Duke lying on the platform: \"I can’t quite remember, can you remind me, my lord? How long did it take after you said this for me to reach here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because he clearly understood that his actions could never be forgiven, or he thought a ’Killing Demon King’ like Lann wouldn’t spare him. Or perhaps, at the end of his life, Duke Adal’s pride as a grand noble of the world’s foremost Empire finally burst forth from his bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So there was no unsightly begging, but rather, his eyes bore a red fury, his gaze at Lann like a man-eating demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To cool himself down, he removed all his armor. Even to take off the armor on his leg, he directly severed the ankle deformed by Darkley’s kick!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t you know what you’ve done? You should know! You’ve destroyed nearly a fully assembled division of Niflgaard’s forces! The Empire will never let you go, just wait! In your future life, for you and everyone you care about, the Empire will offer a high bounty on them! No rest until death!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with Adal’s red-eyed curses, Lann appeared very calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just as you said, my lord Duke.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann’s palm clenched in front of Adal, the steel plates on his hand emitting a cold, hard sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And behind Lann, the fiery blaze continued to rise towards the sky!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If curses worked, then what need is there for iron and fire?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann picked up the steel scepter, gently pushed Adal, rolling him off the cart platform into a small slope formed by countless Niflgaardian corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching him curse, entangled by the dead’s limbs and armor, stained by the blood and filth from their bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would be roasted alive here, just like he had ordered underlings to do to Hacksaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side of the cart platform, Stuart’s body had already been beaten into a twisted wreck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he still did his best to support his more harshly punished father on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t be afraid, child, don’t be afraid. I’m here with you, don’t let the Niflgaardians look down on us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hacksaw murmured indistinctly. He was already gravely injured, barely conscious, if not on this platform he would have long died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, he still thought he was receiving punishment from the Niflgaardians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until Lann walked up to him, that towering figure seemed to make him recognize, a burst of inexplicable strength reappearing in his at-the-limit body, even straightening his back for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began to murmur a name: \"Lann... have you returned?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Demon Hunter half-knelt in front of him, holding his hand that struggled to reach out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s me, I have returned, and I have won. You chose a good place, this is thanks to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that so? That’s great... then, what about the refugees?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hacksaw first showed a relieved expression, then quickly became anxious again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did I... do it? Those cries of sadness... the suffering endured by the refugees... did I convey these out?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Demon Hunter nodded calmly: \"You did it, Hacksaw. What happened today will be known by everyone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, that’s great, thank you, thank you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He repeated, tears falling down his filthy face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve finally ensured their suffering wasn’t buried, that’s really good, just... will Her Majesty approve of me? In her eyes, how did I do? Was this the right thing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stuart, body slanted, blood at the corner of his mouth, yet still looked at Lann with fiery eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lann opened his mouth, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Even facing an entire cavalry regiment, he wasn’t this nervous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ultimately, he could only say: \"I don’t know, Hacksaw. I don’t know how Calanthe would view you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soon-to-die Royal Steward first fell silent, then smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can’t control that much now, I’ve already tried my best... right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That, at least.\" Lann’s big hand gripped Hacksaw’s hand, warm and strong. \"Yes. I’m very certain you gave it your all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s good... that’s good...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Hacksaw’s body, that inexplicable force had already run its course, his tone drifting and faint. Yet the tortured corner of his mouth revealed a satisfied smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stuart, take care. You take good care of yourself...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the former Royal Steward of Sintra, the leader of the refugee group, died this day.\u003C\u002Fp>",1091,"2026-06-06T10:40:25.444Z",1,"novelbin.me","4df2a86758acf738d10db8d0e7ca39cfa658e9c10738ed3d0db02b8725ffac27","bear-school-astartes-chapter-620","bear-school-astartes-chapter-618",1043,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbear-school-astartes-cover.jpg"]