Legend of the Giants of the Imperial Palace

"Just such a little obstacle can't stop me, followers of black!" Achilles laughed wantonly, and an arrow suddenly pierced his shoulder blade.

If he hadn't dodged in time, maybe the arrow would have pierced his heart.

The heart is the area where the spiritual core of the follower is located. If it is shot right, the consequences will be disastrous.

It appears that Hercules is ready to take on him in the distance.

Achilles hastily unfolded a small world around the sky, blocking several arrows that were flying fast.

These arrows were far less powerful than the arrows given by the sun god, perhaps because Hercules was unwilling to sacrifice countless man-made humans in order to kill Achilles at this moment.

Achilles speculated in this way, and the speed of the chariot was getting faster and faster.

Speeding like lightning, the chariot escaped from the man-made crowd in a short time and came to a somewhat gloomy grove.

Achilles let the chariot and horses go.

He understood that this was absolutely meaningless in front of Hercules, even a living target.

"Hercules, I have come here at your invitation, don't you show your real body? Or do you dare not?"

Several arrows flew over, as if responding to Achilles' provocation.Every arrow that flies is a deadly arrow, locking the throat, sealing the heart, breaking the leg, and blocking the way of travel.

Achilles twisted his body as much as possible, and made poses that were completely incomprehensible or even weird to ordinary people. He softened his body, and made a trajectory that people who are extremely proficient in Pankrasin could hardly do. .

Six arrows could barely be traced by his side.

As expected of Hercules, Achilles judged.

But the provocation on his lips is still indispensable: "You are nothing more than that, Black's archer, or, Hercules?"

"Are you still talking hard even though you have reached your limit?" A burly figure appeared in the woods, holding a huge bow, and his voice was like a bell.

Seeing this, Achilles galloped as hard as he could, and rushed straight to Hercules' side.

He knew very well that his rider would be a living target if he didn't close the distance in front of Hercules, so he could only look for Archer's weakness - melee combat, to decide the outcome.

Just when Achilles was already supersonic and could even see afterimages, Hercules drew the sword from his waist.

"NineLivesBladeWorks (shoot a hundred heads)!"

Without a lengthy lock, Hercules aimed at Achilles' nine vital parts and swung his sword.

Achilles' pupils shrank.

He has no time to stop his footsteps to dodge, so can he just pull out his world shield?

The shield that had already been broken was cut instantly by the thunderous nine swords, and only Achilles was able to linger on his last breath in exchange for a little time.

Heracles was not in a hurry, he stabbed lightly, and pointed at Achilles' vital point, Achilles had no choice but to block Hercules' sword with a cross shot.

"Archer, are you really an Archer?" Achilles gritted his teeth as if he was asking or angry.

"Are you asking this kind of question? You are not riding your own chariot, but you are also a rider, not a lancer?" Hercules smiled and kicked Achilles in the lower abdomen .

Achilles was kicked almost ten meters away by surprise, and this distance was enough for Hercules to draw out his own bow.

A few arrows flew in, and when Achilles came back to his senses, it was inevitable.

If there is no support, then the outcome has already been announced.

However, several arrows also flew in the opposite direction and collided with the meteor.

Although it was not able to be annihilated together with the meteor, it changed the flight trajectory.

"Elder Sister? Aren't you still injured? Why are you here?" Achilles couldn't help being surprised when he saw the emerald green figure.

"Aren't you going to die if I don't come?" Atalanta raised his bow helplessly, "I don't have confidence in facing that guy, you have to be careful."

Hercules rubbed his temples.

The original plan was disrupted again.

This time he fought as the main attacker, looking for a breakthrough for the red side.

If the rider can be killed, then the possibility of victory in this battle will be greatly improved, what a pity.

"Atalanta? Well, let's go together."

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Not far away, Amakusa Shiro squinted his eyes and noticed the Berserker rushing towards him.

"Caster, are you there?"

"of course."

Gilgamesh, who was invisible, made a sound, but did not take off his hat.

"It's really hard for you."

"If you didn't want to die, I wouldn't have to work so hard, but at least you showed me something interesting, so it's not bad." Gilgamesh said in a good mood.

"Are you sure you can block Assassin's assassination?"

"Of course, although I am a caster now, I will definitely be excellent as an assassin. If he comes, I might as well tell him who is the real assassin."

"That's good, please."