The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

"Aunt Medea, what to do next time... Don't talk nonsense!"

Probably because this barrier is built in the barrier of Liudong Temple. As soon as the barrier was opened, I felt that this barrier was consuming the magic power in my body at a terrifying speed, and it was still crumbling. , A state of rupture at any time.

However, this alone is sufficient.

Anyway, I didn't expect to trap Medea through the enchantment, as long as it can be delayed until her is enough to achieve my goal.

I manipulated all 27 enchanted flying knives with my consciousness, and I slightly raised my lips at Medea, who was unable to move instantaneously because he entered my enchantment, and then lifted my enchantment. Σημε?ο·?κρηξη!" (Tianyin: Greek, fixed point·burst.)

"——Τροψα......?!"

Medea, who seemed to be aware of something, immediately retreated and recited the mantra at the moment the barrier was lifted.

However, her speed is still not comparable to the speed of the enchanted flying knives being thrown. Although it is only a D-level treasure, if the twenty-seven flying knives are infused with magic power and then detonated in turn, the magic fluctuations generated are enough. Medea drank a pot.

and……

"How, how is it possible!"

Medea, who teleported out of the explosive range of the flying knife in embarrassment, was not unpredictable in the position of the teleportation-this is also my intention to detonate the enchanted flying knife in batches.

Kneeling on the ground, the longbow formed by the silver spear was firmly held in his palm, pointing towards Medea, who had just appeared in the air at this moment.

Will draw the eagle bow like a full moon.

I half-squinted my eyes, and poured the magic power of my eyes into the "dragon tongue" in my hand. With the slight clear cry of the bow, a transparent arrow flowing with crystal light gradually took shape in my hand.

Looking northwest.

"Check (General)!"

Shoot Sirius!

Chapter 47—Unlucky Day

Therefore, this time the little squid went out without looking at the almanac, so he was so weak that God possessed ╮(╯_╰)╭

Having said that, you can interpret the hero's saving of the United States as the person who was saved trying to cut and save the person... Gilgamesh, you are the only one.

Sure enough, in your hidden attributes, besides the A-level "Effect", is there an Ex-level "Crowd Fury" attribute?

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——In this world, there is only mildew but not the mildest...

——You must look at the TAT when you go out in the future

"I didn't die like this... You guys are not heartless, are you?!"

The special structure of the dragon tongue makes it unnecessary to prepare arrows specially, but can use its own magic to transform into arrows with different effects, but the effect of the arrow is proportional to the consumption of magic.

The demon-piercing and armor-piercing arrow just used almost emptied two-thirds of my body’s magic power, and the effect was remarkable. Although it was still in the air posture, Medea’s movements at the moment seemed to be The air freezes the same.

And if you look from her front, you can clearly see the hollow in her chest and heart.

But what makes me feel extremely depressed is that the void is being distorted and recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What makes me most helpless is that once the dragon tongue launches a powerful arrow, there will be a relative magical cooling time-the direct result is that at this moment, I can only watch Medea floating there and slowly heal, and You can't use magic arrows to shoot her into a hedgehog!

"..."

It seems that because the healing just now consumed most of her strength, Medea didn't make a sound, just panting slightly.

Except for this slight sound, the entire yard returned to silence again.

"Cough, cough cough... oh, ah... cough..."

Then, with a fine coughing sound, Medea landed on the ground, "...why..."

Looking at her like this, it's probably because the arrow I just used has destroyed her entire left lung lobe, plus just used a lot of magic power to restore the body, which caused too much consumption, right?

The question she wanted to ask was nothing more than why I didn't continue to attack her just now, right?

"I never do thankless things."

With a light snorted, I looked up at the blood-red Haunting Moon that was completely revealed in the sky at this moment, "As long as Haunting Moon is still there, you can't die while your Master is still there, why should I waste it? My own magic?!"

Although being a magician has the ability to heal himself, except for those overhead spirits, most of the heroic spirits belong to the category of humans in the final analysis. The heart and brain are the only key points after eliminating the influence of blood.

If I was still thinking about what impact the Moon will have on Medea, now I can roughly speculate about this impact-the first is the increase in magic power, and the other is its own immortality. .

Although it is not clear what effect it will have if it hits Medea's head directly, it is already certain that if it is just the heart, it is within Medea's recovery range.

Hey, I knew that the demon-piercing and armor-piercing arrow just now didn't choose the heart because of the hit rate. If I chose the head directly, I would have relaxed at this moment.

——You are all in the probability of choosing one of the two...you are the emperor.

Shut up and watch the show without making a sound, thank you!

——╮(╯_╰)╭

Convex =.=|||

"...What is your purpose?!"

Probably because it was me who said that it was me who was going to fight, and it was still me who was not going to fight, Medea was obviously confused.

"If you can't fight, why do you want to fight? Anyway, my purpose is not the Holy Grail."

And I rolled my eyes about this, "I don't want to do things that have no effect when I'm so tired!"

Not an idiot!

"..."

Maybe it was because my words were too direct, or it was beyond the range of answers she was considering, so Medea was obviously stunned.

"So... I really doubt how you lived in the age of myth... rely on it! You attacked again!"

With a fierce back flip, the silver spear appeared in my hand and danced away, blocking the little magic light bullet that had been shot from Medea without any warning—not even the magic wave—and I cursed again in my heart. Someone’s super magic skills.

The magic that can be performed without chanting time is a foul bastard!

"Um...hiss..."

But even if I dodge in time, I was still rubbed by a few magic bullets.