Illimitable Until Death

“ ———— ”

Archer, half-kneeling on a tree, saw his own arrows intercepted between the forests some distance from the ladder.

This made Archer's eyebrows snap.

That's a sign of anger.

Archer was angry for two reasons.

One is the fact that the arrow you fired was actually shot down by someone else with a shot that was equal to or even superior to it.

Although the prey sometimes dodges the shooting, no archer can reach a true hundred shots, which Archer himself is quite frank. He never thought it would be a disgrace if the shooting was dodged or blocked, and could be shot down by someone else with the same shooting, the same arrow, that's another thing.

The other is the fact that it is in front of us.

This is the fact that his arrows were shot down by distant shots.

What does that mean?

A follower of the Sovereign, who is walking one step at a time in the direction of the mountain, as if he had noticed nothing, is most likely not by his side, but in the distance to snipe.

Come to the enemy's home camp and not carry your followers with you?

This is simply beyond being brave.

“Is that so, underestimating us? ”

Double fact, even a calm female hunter can't help but be pissed off.

Of course, on the face of it, Archer remains extremely calm.

“Then let me see if Le can climb under my shot. ”

With that said, Archer erected a bow.

It's longer than Archer's height, painted in black, and adorned with a golden Western bow.

This bow is not a regular bow.

As long as Archer reveals his real name, then anyone will understand one thing.

This bow is a god-given thing and Archer's own faith.

Arrows fired by this bow…

“Just wait till it stops...! ”

Archer had fired an arrow at the same time as the declaration had been made.

“Buzz...! ”

It's like a tornado of magic.

Archer adds magic to his arrows, turning them into weapons with enough killing power to match a shell.

“Shh...! ”

So the arrows carrying the wind's turbulent currents broke through the atmosphere and burst straight into the direction of the defenceless lord on the steps.

……

Archer was right.

Before climbing the mountain, the source of light was suddenly left behind.

Naturally, Yuan Lai Guang refuses to do anything.

“How is it possible to leave the king alone to break into the enemy's home camp!? ”

This is also a more than normal consideration.

In any case, since the adversary is only the word of the mythical Spirit, it is not something that mankind can resist.

Even the twenty-seven deceased ancestors, who are located in another parallel world, are mostly accomplices to the general specifications, and practitioners in burial institutions are almost at this level.

Even magicians are not human beings, trying to challenge heroes is too brave.

If it were easy to do, the Magic Society would not need to participate in the Great Grail War.

It is precisely because even the Magic Society believes that it is not possible to take Yugdomirenia, who has summoned the Seven Riders, by virtue of its righteous methods, that it can only participate in the Holy Grail War.

Perhaps there are humans in this world who can match their followers.

For example, the users of the five great magic spells in the rumors, known as magic, make those that exist, and adherents of general specifications are not opponents at all.

But that's just the general specification.

And if it is those who are mighty followers, it is not that they cannot compete with magic.

However, magic makes only a few of them, and only two of them are currently recognized to be active on the magic scene.

And how can those two bosses, who can't even hire the Magic Society, be used against seven followers?

Of course, there are also magicians in the Magic Society who can compete with their followers, but whether those magicians can take down a total of seven rides of followers, including Vlad III, who received the greatest boost from the Romanian territory, thus becoming an extra-specificational rider, is still a great unknown number.

Even the magic society that has developed for 2,000 years, a man who is not a magician, breaks into the main battalion of the enemy camp alone?

That's so boring.

But there is only one answer to that.

“Rest assured, I'm just going to say hello and you're in danger of getting your real name figured out if you don't want to trust me. ”

In such a sentence, how is it possible for Yuan Lai Guang to keep up?

With this in mind, the source light is at the top of a clock tower in Sigishwara to capture an attack on its own lord beyond conventional vision and feeling.

Mixed in the wind, the magic was so aggressive that the gentle expression on Yuan Lai's face became a little heartless.

“Ah, pull, pull...”

The source of light is like helplessness, again like a laugh.

“That's why it's really annoying to say that bugs are getting close to other people's sons. ”

Bow, pulled to full string in the hands of the source ray.

“Beep...! ”

The next moment, the lightning flashed on the arrow.

That is the inherent skill of the source light - Magic Release (Thunder).

Facing the enemy Archer adds a Magic Hit, the source relies on the same Hit.

However, the enemy Archer simply adds magic to the arrow and does not possess magical emission skills like the source ray.

In such a situation, even if the arrows of the other party are approaching their lord at supersonic speeds and comparable to the power of artillery shells, there is confidence in the source light.

--Shoot it down.

As a result, the arrows that turned into lightning were released.

……

“Shh...! ”

A massive blow with added magic crossed the space and burst out in the thundering sound of a thorn.

“Psst! ”

The lightning thunderbolt immediately chased him and greeted him with precision.

“Psst! ”

In the crisp noise, the two arrows collided again in the square with their focus on one piece.

In a flash, Mars explodes.

In a flash, the wind lifted.

The wind dissipated like a ray of broken bubbles.

And this phenomenon, the body in the distance, is not even a meter away.

Obviously this is the situation, but the square is still as if nothing was found, and the face is calm and walking up.

“Sex, sex, sex --! ”

Countless arrows of wind strike like rain curtains.

“Psst! Psst! ”

Countless thunderbolts immediately face up.

“Psst! ”

Like a needle tip against Maiman, countless shots trigger countless collisions, making crisp sounds.

Zhou Zhou suddenly blew up one spark after another, as if an invisible sword and shadow were flashing, unusually brilliant.

And the arrows of the wind continue to plunder in order to block the square, with a trend of one blow over the other.

Lightning-like shooting is also meant to protect the square, without showing the weaker and more bright light, such as a flash of light, comes to fight for the moment, from beginning to end, without missed shooting.

Such confrontation can only be described in one word.

--" Myth ".

Real mythology, going on here.

Instead, the hearts and minds buried upwards.

Until forward, a figure appeared.