Summoner of Miracles

When the sun rises to its highest point, and the entire North American continent is covered in the heat of the sun.

Within the territory of the northern kingdom, around the palace, countless Celtic warriors formed a dense sea of numbness and mountain people lined up, and the morale emitted was like hot air, making the air heavy and dull, unusually shocking.

And in the forefront of this vast army, the two riders stood there like they were leading an entire legion.

Finn McCool.

Dilumudo Odina.

Two Celtic gunmen stood right in front of the regiment, looking out over the distance.

“Oh, oh...”

Until a moment, Finn was the first to make an exclamation.

“Coming? ”

Dilumudo's expression is very serious.

Seeing a golden boat slowly approaching the far side of the sky where the two people were looking.

Exactly the Argo.

............

“Is that it? ”

Standing on the bow of the Argo, Rojin also looked down and saw the densely numb Celtic soldier.

The rest of the passengers were equally present, and none of them had the option to remain in the cabin.

And because of that, a lot of people changed their faces when they saw a huge legion of dense, numb armies down there.

“Damn...! How come there are so many...? ”

Iason couldn't help but scream.

Apparently, His Royal Highness had no idea that the Celtic side of the force was so vast.

It's not tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of problems anymore, it's millions of terrible numbers.

Therefore, if you look down on the Argo, you can only see a dark depressed sea of people, and at first glance, you can't see the edge at all.

“Looks like Celtic's army is ready to run out in this war too. ”

Atalante, with a long bow, had a heavy face.

“A soldier made from the Holy Grail. Generally speaking, if he had the ability to create such a legion, wouldn't magic be enough to support such a massive manufacture? ”

Roman doesn't know if it's admiration or amazement.

“Dragon tooth soldiers alone cannot make up for this amount. ”

Media is also a pain in the face.

Only Skaha and Garna, no fluctuations on their faces.

“Horrible is only quantity. ”

Garna spoke concisely.

“The soldiers are just things that are made, not even practiced. ”

Scarja is an expression of outrage.

“Ho!”

Berserker looked down at the regiment with only a fierce light and no fear at all.

“Senior...”

Finally, Matthew let Fuve go and let him hide aside. Then he grabbed the shield and came to Roseanne, staring at him.

Rojin looked back at Matthew and glanced at the crowd.

“Okay.”

After confirming the state of the people, Luo Zhen asked.

“Let's go down. ”

Roseanne gave such an instruction.

Of course, the executing party is Iason.

“Damn...”

The ordered Iason could only bite at the helm of the incisor, turning the bow and letting the Argo descend slowly.

War, it was just at this moment that the beginning was announced.

............

As the Argo landed from the air, Celtic soldiers below reacted immediately.

Specifically, the archers at the rear made a sudden move.

“Boom!”

Not to mention hundreds of thousands of archers lift their bows in unison, making the air roar.

And then...

“Sex, sex, sex --! ”

Along with a bursting sound, countless arrows seemed like torrential rain, rising from the ground, breaking open the atmosphere and bursting in the direction of the Argo.

“Shooting! They're firing! ”

Ia Song had no hero whatsoever and screamed.

“Matthew! ”

Luo Zhen quickly summoned Matthew.

“Yes!”

Matthewton jumped onto the bow without any hesitation, knocking directly on the shield in his hand and standing it on the bow.

“LordChaldeas! ”

Matthew freed up his treasure's real name.

Suddenly, standing in a shield on the bow, it lit up like a white wall and turned into a magic barrier, spinning in front of the Argo.

“Psst! ”

Countless arrows fell over the barrier, all of them eventually bursting apart, only to stir up a continuous metal collision.

The Argo fell under the protection of Matthew's treasure.

No, it's not just a landing.

“To come and go without disrespect. ”

Luo Zhen spoke to a rider behind him.

“Please greet them and reduce the number of enemies, Atalanta. ”

Roseanne opened her mouth to Atalante.

“Ah.”

Atalanta nodded coldly.

“Ask Apollo and Artemis, with my bow and arrow, for protection against this scourge. ”

Atalante sings in low voice.

In its hands, that gorgeous bow began to unleash appalling magic.

The bow in Atalante's hand is that of Artemis, his patron saint, the Bow of the Dome of Heaven.

Through this bow, Atalante can control the orbit of the arrow not only by magic, but also by pulling the bow to full, the arrow's power will rise to level A, but also by adding magic, destructive power can be said to be equivalent to a missile, and not even the stubborn Garna can ignore it.

So almost all the arrows fired by Atalante are surrounded by a cyclone, which is what happens after the magic forms its essence.

Originally, in the basin, as an opponent of Atalanta, Roman muscle strength, if not A, would have been impossible to eject Atalanta's arrows with an indelible blade.

And when Atalante prays to his patron saint, Artemis, and his brother, Apollo, the Sun God, he can use the Bow of the Dome to activate a Class B + Army Treasure.

“PhoibosCatastrophe! ”

Atalante freed the true name of the treasure, shooting two arrows at the bowstring into the sky.

The next moment, two arrows orbiting each other turned into meteors, falling out of the clouds in the sky.

“Psst! ”

That cloud immediately blossomed with colorful glow and printed into everyone's curtains.

This is the treasure of Atalante, shooting an arrow to pray for the protection of Apollo, the sun god, and Artemisia, the moon goddess, to inflict disaster on the enemy.

Then, the next second, the rainy arrows emerged from the clouds of Caixia, and the vast legions beneath fell.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom --! ”

The explosion-like noise began to appear.

Countless arrows of light bombarded the ground, throwing the dirt away, raising sand and dust, lifting the crowd and winding the wind, leaving unknown numbers of fighters either bombed or penetrated through their bodies, spilling a great deal of blood and crushed flesh.

This is what happens to ordinary soldiers in front of B + level rival treasures, who are mercilessly slaughtered.

Coupled with the overcrowding of enemy regiments, this wave of arrows can kill thousands or even tens of thousands of people, to say nothing.

Naturally, the enemy will not be watching this continue.

“Drink! Drink! Drink! ”

Along with a roar, a red flash rose in the lower legions, blasting into the sky.

The flashing body is a red gun.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang --! ”

Under the touch of that exposed red gun, all the arrows broke like glass.