Chapter 258: Golden Fury, Crimson Carnage
Lann's hit points displayed on the panel have reached a terrifying 6150.
Life points are synchronized with the body's constitution; only exceptional physical strength can sustain such overwhelming vitality.
And how many HP does an average witcher have? It's only around 1000 points.
A perfect double witcher mutation, an additional mutation during the full awakening of the Elder Blood, over thirty levels of system enhancements, along with the shared talent of the Rock Trolls, had raised Lann's constitution to a terrifying level.
Being able to box trolls is no longer a joke.
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In the lands of Skellige, giant bears are significantly larger than their counterparts on the mainland, bordering on the border between beast and monster. When standing tall, they were over three meters tall. Compared to them, Lann barely reached their chests.
But Lann remained impassive in the face of the bear's attack. He extended his arm and did something no one would have expected: He threw a punch.
With a thud, the bear's thick paw met Lann's fist. A sharp crack, like a cracker breaking, rang through the air.
The bear's gigantic body stopped abruptly.
Without giving him time to react, Lann dodged downwards and twisted his waist, thrusting his shoulder.
The second blow was a straight punch with the right fist.
The impact resounded like a hammer hitting a hardened leather shield. Shockwaves spread out from the center of the impact, causing the bear's body to instinctively hunch over.
The bear's movement left his head in the perfect spot in front of Lann.
Without hesitation, Lann fluidly rotated his body on the axis of his left leg. With a slight lowering of his guard, he bent his knees to gain momentum. His left arm tensed, and, in an explosive movement, he launched a devastating uppercut towards the bear's chin.
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Lugos, who was watching from a corner, was stunned by the sound of the impact. All he could see was a huge black shadow rising into the air.
He rolled on the ground in desperation, avoiding being crushed by the bear's nearly one-ton body.
When Lugos looked up, he saw that fearsome young man with golden hair hugging the princess and making a strange gesture with his hand towards the main doors.
An instant later, a blast of invisible wind erupted from his palm, blasting the heavy iron-reinforced doors apart.
Lugos grabbed his head in disbelief. Had he really challenged someone like that to a boxing match?
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Lann quickly gave orders: "House, Milva, take the princess to safety immediately. Find the castle guards; they must have heard the commotion."
After giving the order, Lann quickly scanned the battlefield.
The bears were huge, all of the kind that would normally rule a vast hunting territory. Their being here together was anything but normal.
Their stealthy, synchronized appearance raised suspicions. Lann recalled the knowledge of his past life and recent studies of Skellige history, quickly coming to a conclusion.
But the cause didn't matter now. Stopping those beasts was the priority.
The situation in the banquet hall at this moment is not good.
With simple leather armor and daggers, it's not like they could hunt bears; taking on even a single drowner would have been a challenge.
But the people of Skellige truly had their devotion to honor in battle above life engraved in their souls. Against these seemingly invincible opponents, they used their bodies as shields and nets, slowing the beasts down.
One after another, brave warriors fell in battle, but some experienced fighters managed to seize opportunities, collaborating to eliminate two of the giant bears.
Among them all, the boxer Lann had previously observed stood out.
Unlike others who fought in groups, this man faced a giant bear all alone. Brandishing his dagger like claws, he launched into hand-to-hand combat with the beast.
Each blow tore at the bear's flesh, drawing out streams of blood and roars of pain. However, the animal's powerful claws only managed to raise golden waves as they fell upon him, causing him no harm.
It wasn't many exchanges before the beast was covered in wounds. Just as Lann looked over, he saw the boxer using his massive arms to strangle the bear and, with cold precision, drive his dagger into the creature's skull through its ear.
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The boxer had killed a giant bear, Lann had killed another, and a group of about ten more warriors had managed to eliminate one more, at the cost of their lives.
There were still five giant bears in the banquet hall.
As Lann assessed the situation, two jarls from the main clans had lost all their guards and lay helpless beneath the beasts, awaiting death.
If everything continued its course, these creatures could exterminate everyone in the hall, leading to the social collapse of the Skellige Islands.
But that wasn't something Lann was willing to allow.
A purple glow suddenly expanded in the hall, unfolding a massive magic circle adorned with aether runes around the edges.
The boxer, still panting after his fierce fight, turned pale when he saw the circle, and was about to curse when he noticed something strange: he could move completely freely.
Looking up, he saw the magic circle, as if it had a will of its own, distinguishing friend from foe. Its purple light enveloped the five giant bears, while purple lightning struck them from all directions.
The immense bodies of the beasts seemed to move in slow motion. Their terrifying faces and intimidating roars, under these circumstances, took on an almost ridiculous tone.
The battle-hardened jarls seized the opportunity and rolled out of the beasts' reach.
Furious, they drew their daggers, ready to fight back, but what happened next showed them what true strength meant.
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A golden flash illuminated the room.
Lann's eyes filled with emerald energy, projecting a sharp light. A surge of chaotic energy spread from him to every corner of the hall.
The world slowed down in Lann's eyes.
After quickly assessing the situation, Lann pulled the black magic scimitar from his inventory and disappeared from the scene in the blink of an eye.
A flash of golden light and Lann appeared next to a bear that was in mid-leap and, with one clean movement, slit its throat.
The resistance of the animal's neck was barely perceptible.
Blood sprayed, and the light emitted from the black magic scimitar was a little brighter, and the red inside was richer than the blood.
The golden light flashed twice, and this time Lann appeared beside an old man, if he remembered correctly it was the Jarl of the Heymaey Clan. Without wasting any time, he pushed the man aside and cut off the paw of the bear that was about to reach him. Crouching down, he launched himself towards the bear's chest.
With a flawless movement, the scimitar pierced the bear's body and, instantly, both disappeared.
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Those present could barely follow Lann's movements. Each flash of golden light ended with a bear falling to the ground, bloodied.
When Lann reappeared for the last time, the scimitar was already shining as if it were covered in liquid blood, illuminating his face with an aura more ferocious than that of the beasts themselves.
In front of him, the last bear stood up, displaying its most intimidating posture.
Lann stepped back slightly, arching his body as he raised the scimitar above his head. With a brief breath, he charged his energy and launched a downward strike.
He was still five steps away from the giant bear. Just as the people watching the battlefield were wondering if Lann had made a mistake, the blood-colored light on the black magic scimitar seemed to have found an outlet and condensed into an energy blade, completely released with Lann's movement.
The energy blade broke through the ground before reaching the bear, which froze in place, as if it were a statue.
With a deafening crash, the wall behind the creature collapsed. At the same time, a crimson line appeared above the bear's head, slowly extending downwards until it split it into two perfect halves.
Lann's figure teleported one last time, avoiding the blood and internal organs splattered by the giant bear.
A flash of gold brought him within five paces of King Bran, causing the royal guards protecting the monarch to adopt instinctive defensive positions.
The main door, which Lann had knocked down with the previous sign magic, swung open again. This time, House entered with thirty fully armed royal guards, although it was too late.
"Protect His Majesty!" The guards shouted.
King Bran's voice rang out even louder: "The danger is over! Tend to the wounded! Quickly, bring the druids!"
His voice cracked for a moment before he added: "And my son… Find the most experienced grandmaster in the Druid Circle. Bring him here immediately!"
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