I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

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The top of the mountain, the vast viewing point of Durin, staring at the rural land of Orleans, the embers of the flying dragon trampled out the crops of a golden wheat field, the remote villages are burning with raging fires, and other servants have appeared on the battlefield, Soldiers who harvest the countryside and protect the villagers.

He watched this scene frowning, and without waiting for any fluctuations in his heart, he raised his head to the sky expressionlessly.

Less than a hundred meters away from the giant dragon hovering in the sky, the huge dragon's eyes suddenly locked on to him.

The order they receive is to kill all living creatures on the ground, and of course, it also includes the human beings with 'body/energy' in front of them.

Flying dragon in the sky, swoop down!

Du Lin's eyes narrowed slightly: "Is it the intuition of a beast? Sure enough, livestock are livestock."

He rushed down to Jeanne Alter and took a look, what a trouble!

But it's not time to care about these.

Du Lin picked up the bow behind his back.

I don't know how much energy these mobs of the dragon unit will collect... Thinking in his heart, Du Lin made a gesture of drawing a bow, and at the same time he mobilized energy in his brain.

[Extract Quantum 100 Scale]

Particles of starlight began to gather from the direction of Durin's wrist, which came from the magic dress-ether crystal (bow shape) with its own characteristics.It can be seen that at his starting hand, in the next second, an arrow-shaped outline is collecting the surrounding particles and slowly agglomerating.

Almost substantive magic power gathered on his bowstring, and the surging magic power condensed into an arrow in less than a second.

Immediately, suddenly let go.

"The star-studded hunting bird—!"

Chapter 88 Full Image Cleaning

"Huh? What are you doing!" A sharp shout sounded from the top of the mountain shrouded in brilliance.

Joan of Arc Alter, who arrived, looked at this scene in amazement, but——

A loose arrow cannot be retracted.

In an instant, the extreme daylight shining from the top of the mountain appeared in front of Joan of Arc Alter's eyes, and a huge bow arrow like a ribbon of light pierced straight through the head of the flying dragon that swooped down.

But for a moment, the legendary indestructible dragon scales and the dragon's body comparable to steel have become a joke at this moment.The scarlet blood drifted from the sky, and evaporated in the mid-air in less than a second. The flying dragon let out a mournful roar in the sky, and its swooping body fell like a kite with a broken string.

"What...?" Jeanne Alter opened her mouth.

She clearly saw that the arrow fired by her berserker hadn't done its job yet.The arrows of the light belt condensed terrifying fluctuations, and the gathered magic power has not yet spread.

"Is it just strength, and an arrow pierced through the head of the flying dragon?" What she was talking about was not a skill buff... If that was the case, there would be nothing surprising at all.

This arrow itself is condensed by magic power, but in fact it is just an ordinary arrow with piercing force accelerated by energy.

In simpler terms, the arrow that is fired - will only exert its original power at the moment it hits the ground.

Under the gaze of Joan of Arc Alter, the flying dragons circling in the sky outside of Orleans presented a straight line and were pierced by light arrows, either in the head, or the heart, or the wings.

"Berserker..." Her voice was low and her expression became very ugly.

Obviously, this scene is not over. After the huge light arrow pierced through, the direction it stretches has been heading towards the center of the attack on the border of Orleans, and a meteor shining like a polar day is drawn in the sky...

Kilometers away:

Vlad III and Camilla harvested the remaining lives in the village, but the division of labor between the two was orderly. One was to mercilessly harvest the blood of soldiers, and the other was to assassinate ordinary villagers.

"The killing frenzy implanted in our bodies by the Master is too boring to attack these beings!"

"Don't leave these rancid blood and let me deal with it alone, Lancer! Or are you saying that the Impaler, who has the name of the devil in the legend, is showing mercy to these civilians?"

"Pity? No! On this battlefield, only these soldiers barely have the qualifications to be killed by me. The enemy is too weak, Camilla!" Vlad Thirty sighed: "Those miserable lives, It's up to you, Assassin, to set them free."

"What kind of noble chivalry is this? It's ridiculous!"

Vlad III stopped talking. After his thorn spear pierced a soldier's chest, he suddenly looked towards the sky: "There is a familiar wave of magic power. Is that light arrow from Berserker? Interesting."

Camilla looked at the sky in amazement, and when the arrow of light was a hundred meters away from them, her exposed chest trembled and her face changed drastically: "Damn it, it's coming towards us!"

Atalanta, Dion, and Martha, the three riders on the other side, also lost their expressions at the same time.

"Is Berserker attacking us?" Dion sighed.

"An order from the Master?"

Atalanta shook her head: "No... this arrow misses, it won't hit us directly. Avoid the impact, Saber, Rider... It's time to retreat!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she dragged a silver star tail across their heads, and then landed in another village.

A black and red mushroom cloud rose in the distant village...

"Go back!"

moment--

A loud bang shook the ground a thousand meters away.

With the explosion as the center point, the hot air wave suddenly hits and quickly pushes away in all directions.Where the impact passed, everything was uprooted, whether it was the house, the land, or the golden wheat field, everything was pushed up by the flames, and burned into ashes in the heat.

The range of the attack covers a distance of thousands of meters... Even when the impact has calmed down, the residual power of that arrow is still presented in front of the eyes of all the heroic spirits.

The land of flames covering a kilometer was burning fiercely.