I must draw my sword immediately!

Chapter 76 Magician

"boom!"

The splattering lime dust covered Hector's face, making his eyes sting and burning, and his vision was momentarily taken away!
After hearing the sounds around them,

Hector immediately felt a prickling sensation on his back. He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, which were burning from the lime!
"Drink ah ah ah!"

He stomped his foot hard, making the ground around him vibrate, and then jumped more than five meters into the air like a roc spreading its wings, spinning and swinging his gun in mid-air!

"when!"

The four petal bullets were dodged with a powerful strike, while the Noble Phantasm spear fired by Lucan was deflected by his own spear.
Hector, with undiminished momentum, bent down and slashed, smashing his spear at the charging Warwin!
Woven's eyes widened, and he had no choice but to forcefully raise his gun to defend himself!

However, at the moment the two lances clashed...

"--boom!"

The warhorse's four hooves were brutally bent, broken, and splintered!
boom!
The warhorse prostrated itself on the ground.

As if struck down, Warwin, mounted on his warhorse, stepped off the stirrups onto the ground, his legs straddling the horse's corpse. He braced himself, his trembling arms straining to withstand Hector's spear thrust.
"Without cavalry, you dare to face me directly?!"

"You one by one, each of you..."

Hector's eyebrows stood on end, veins bulged on his face, and he glared angrily at Warwin. He used the barrel of his rifle to deflect the enemy's rifle to the side, causing it to veer off course, and then suddenly raised his rifle and thrust it forward!

"Pfft!"

The lance pierced through the exposed ribs of Warwin as he lost his balance. Hector raised the lance with both hands, assumed a lunge stance, and lifted it upwards.

This actually lifted Knight Warwin directly into the air.

Then,

Hector smashed his gun into the ground, planting the butt of the barrel. His massive, pincer-like hand gripped Warwin's neck, his bloodshot, demonic eyes glaring menacingly at Warwin.

"You overestimate yourself!"

"Is that so? Without your Noble Phantasm, without your cavalry, without your faith, what are you, a crippled half-hero, anyway!?"

Waven grinned maliciously at him, spitting out a mouthful of blood from his chest. He gritted his teeth and glared at Hector. Then, despite his severe injuries, he desperately used joint locks to restrain Hector's hand that was choking him!
Hector's bloodshot eyes suddenly froze.
And then,
A series of rapid and sharp, clear shouts suddenly rang in his ears:
"Imaginary numbers, construct—"

"Magic, simulation—"

"Divine words, implanted—"

"The ether, drifting in the imaginary numbers, gives the wind to my hand!"

"Ether Archer - Wind King's Arrow!"

Hector's pupils contracted sharply, and he abruptly turned his head, only to see—

at this time,

The swordsman Suya, who had already retreated a considerable distance, suddenly pulled out a magic bow that was 1.5 meters long.
He used the sword in his hand as an arrow, nocked it on the great bow, and pulled it back with four fingers, making it as full as a crescent moon!
A sudden gust of wind rose from the ground and converged wildly onto the sword!

quickly,

The magic sword that served as an arrow suddenly disappeared!

Hector's brow furrowed instantly as he realized that the sword had not truly disappeared, but rather that it had been obscured by layers of wind that altered the refractive index of the light.

In other words, he couldn't predict where the sword would strike or which part of him it would attack!
And at this moment,
Suya released the bowstring!
Sudden!
The Wind King's Sword, formed from a storm, shot out with a thunderous roar!
Hector immediately slammed the Woven in his hand to the ground, pulled the spear out of the ground, stomped his foot on the ground, and suddenly retreated several meters, becoming alert!

However, the strong wind swept straight past my side!

"laugh!"

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the ground behind Hector, and he turned around in surprise.
Then, with an incredulous look on his face, he saw—

The enemy magician, a stunningly beautiful fairy girl with long white hair, who should have been standing at the rear of the four-person battle formation, had somehow moved there without anyone noticing.
Mary yanked the invisible magic sword stuck in the ground!
A gentle breeze swirled around her, billowing and blowing the girl's mage robes and long hair.
She stared at Hector with eager anticipation, smiled slightly, gripped the hilt of her sword, and skillfully assumed a plow stance.

Hector almost laughed in anger when he saw this.
A frail magician actually wants to fight me head-on, who is a half-hero?!

"You magician, you're courting death!" Hector, relieved by the near miss, let out a deep breath, staring coldly at Mary, but still gripping his gun with both hands in a fighting stance, showing the brave magician the respect due to her, and immediately adjusting his battle plan—

He could tell that the enhancement magic on Suya came from the magician in front of him. Once he dealt with the magician and then killed the weak Suya, he would be able to free up his hands to deal with the remaining thieves and knights one by one.

With this thought in mind, he charged out again like a cheetah!
however,
Mary simply watched Hector rush towards her calmly, counted the seconds, gripped the hilt of her sword with both hands, and began to spin the blade—

"Wind King Hammer!"

The clear and elegant chanting faded away.

The suppressed storm burst forth from the sword, slamming towards Hector like a hammer!

Under such storms
Hector's mouth was blown open, exposing his teeth, his face was pulled back violently, and his momentum of charge suddenly stopped. He struggled to maintain his balance by leaning on his lance.

Meanwhile, Meryl took a leisurely step forward, swiftly thrusting her sword with one hand, the tip of the blade drawing a delicate arc as it sliced ​​past Hector's wrist, which was holding the gun!

at the same time--

Mary raised her other hand, lightly flicked the blade with her fingertips, and gave Hector a cold smile.
"Excuse me, I'm not actually a magician, but a magician's apprentice!"

"So, the battle is over—"

"That is,"

"The nameless poison of jealousy and hatred!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gash appeared on Hector's wrist, from which dark magic surged forth. The curse that could suppress even Arthur Pendragon, who acted as a substitute for the red dragon, became attached to Hector!

Hector felt the surging energy and magic within him suddenly stop.
The areas where the dark magic spread began to weaken and become powerless.
Unable to move.

His pupils shrank to pinpoints. Without hesitation, he raised his left hand, drew the bronze sword from his waist, and severed his right arm with a single stroke!
Hector gritted his teeth and glanced at Merry, who was holding a longsword and looked as if she still had the strength to fight him for another three hundred rounds.

Behind her was Suya, who, despite being a swordsman, suddenly pulled out a magic bow, ready to launch a sneak attack at any moment;

And Lukan, the monster thief who was picking up the spear that Lukan had knocked away.

Never before have I felt so stifled.

Lucan used up his Noble Phantasm, and the cavalry was unable to command due to the situation. They could only rely on their half-heroic bodies to fight hand-to-hand. However, they encountered a group of strange and peculiar guys in hand-to-hand combat, which left them unable to use their strength and even being tricked and poisoned.

However, if they choose to continue fighting, the situation will become increasingly dangerous.

Are these people who constantly resort to underhanded tactics really knights?

Have you all fed your chivalry to the dogs?!
One thought comes to this,
Hector then mustered the last of his extremely scarce energy and turned around without looking back.

With a single charge, he dashed off into the distance, smoothly grabbed the reins, flipped himself onto his warhorse, and immediately gave a signal, leading the remaining 500-odd cavalrymen behind him to flee to the north.

Seeing Hector escape with his arm severed, Sua wanted to finish him off with another arrow.
And then,
Lukan came to his side, pressed his shoulder, and shook his head.
"Let him go."

"If we keep fighting, it will be a clash between legions. Half-heroes have the support of faith, and even if they only have 500 people, they could very well crush us directly."

"Moreover, we have already achieved our goal!"

Suya thought about it and agreed. He nodded, releasing the large bow in his hand. Then, he suddenly froze, turning his head and realizing that Lukan's words seemed to have mentioned something extraordinary.
"Wait, what did you just say?"

"Belief?"

Lukan looked at Suya strangely, somewhat surprised that he didn't even know this, and frowned as he explained simply:

"After the atheism, the path of faith fell to the human world, which is why legendary heroes living in the seven kingdoms came into being."

"simply put,"

"This is the path you take after becoming a professional,"

"A path that allows humanity to break through limits and reach the extraordinary."

(End of this chapter)