I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

This world is already the world of human beings, and the gods have either fallen or gone to the inside of the world and have said goodbye to humans. Even a devout believer like Atalanta, who was favored by the Moon God and believed in the Moon God all his life, could only rely on a weak part of the divine power, which was difficult to sustain.

The moment the green arrows of light become sparse, it means the departure of the power of the moon god.

It was at this moment that the storm set off by the Hippogriff broke out and reached its peak. At the same time, Astolfo yelled in complete contrast to his image: "Destroy it, Hippogriff!"

The storm raged, and the last wave of arrows disappeared. Except for the first wave that fell first and covered Vlad III and Siegfried, the rest were offset by Astolfo's strongest Noble Phantasm.

"Well done."

Vlad III looked at the storm that was gradually subsided in the sky with satisfaction. Although he didn't care about the loss of the artificial and puppet troops, the more military power he could save, the more likely he would win. Not to mention that Astolfo's offset this time severely weakened the invaders' spirit.

The commander-in-chief of Black, the lord of this land, pointed his gun forward, and his majestic voice resounded throughout the audience: "Assault!"

The war horse puppet faithfully carried out its master's orders, its hooves flying in the air.

At the same time, Astolfo, the black rider, also staggered to the ground. The rain of arrows from the "Arrow Book of Complaint" was not easy to offset, and the divine power contained in it cost him and Hippogriff some money.

At this time, the Hippogriff has long been dissatisfied with the majesty it showed when it appeared on the scene. The sharp claws and wings inherited from the gryphon are stained with blood, and the feet inherited from the famous horse are also staggering. This is the price paid for resisting the divine power - it After all, it is just a fantasy beast, not a divine beast.

The same goes for Astolfo. Although he blocked a lot of light arrows with his "touch and fall", the number of light arrows was unusually large, and he didn't have a strong body like Siegfried, so he was unavoidable. The arrow hit.

Fortunately, the attack power of the arrow rain is limited, and one person and one Hippogriff are not seriously injured, so they will not lose their combat effectiveness on the spot.

The knight riding the phantom beast stared at the upside-down courtyard in the sky unconvinced. If he didn't want to help the androids withstand the rain of arrows, such a rain of arrows would not be scary at all!

It's all your fault!

Atalanta, the red archer in the courtyard, caught this look, and her already cold expression became even colder.

"Were you the one who destroyed my attack? Then use your own life to repay it——rider!"

"Sister, you called me?" Achilles, the red rider behind him, clenched his fist and responded.

"It's not you, it's the Black Rider. He and his beasts are worthy prey."

Aim is ready. The bow is not used by hand, but by feel. No matter how swiftly the prey moves, the arrow will pierce the heart.

The arrows fired are painted black. This was the result of eliminating all possibility of the arrow being discovered during a night battle.

However, Astolfo, whose combat instincts had been fully awakened, sensed the danger in advance, and the golden assault gun in his right hand moved horizontally, blocking the arrow shot to the heart.

When an arrow missed, Atalanta was not discouraged. For the legendary huntress who shot the Calydon boar, her arrows would not stop as long as the prey did not fall. And her arrows are more powerful than the Noble Phantasm "Arrow Book of Complaint" when hunting a single prey.

This is Atalanta, an expert in archery, no, to be precise, a master whose hunting skills have reached the divine realm.

After a while, Astolfo, whose martial arts skills were only so-so, was hit by several more arrows and was defeated.

"Is there no other way but to use that one?"

Just when Astolfo was about to do something, Atalanta fully drew her bow and fired a killing arrow at the prey's throat.

The arrow was faster than the sound. In the blink of an eye, the only thing that was engraved on it was the result of the arrow piercing the heart——

That's how it should be.

——However, this killing arrow was shot down by a shadow from the original. With Atalanta's eyesight, it was natural to see that it was also an arrow.

"What?"

At that time, the Red Archer understood and experienced for the first time that there were two people in each class in the Holy Grail War. This means that there is a possibility that the enemy has another archer with the same strength as himself.

It is common for prey being sniped to suddenly drop to the ground to avoid arrows, and it is not surprising to encounter them occasionally. It is natural for the prey that is targeted to fight back against the hunter in hunting.

However, the shooting down of his arrow just now was neither accidental nor the work of the targeted prey. It was the work of a third party that had nothing to do with hunting. In other words, the arrow was shot down by the black archer who should be far behind the black rider.

"You actually took aim and shot down my arrow!"

That is probably a shame that cannot even exist while alive. How could the arrow that you aimed at the target be shot down by a third party!

Faced with this incredible fact, Atalanta forgot herself for a moment.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Black Archer Chiron, who rescued the friendly forces with his unparalleled archery skills, conveyed his voice to Astolfo's ears.

"I'll take care of the arrows and the red archer. You come back first. Assassin left you a healing treasure."

"Oh, thanks, Chiron!"

"How many times have I told you, don't call me by my real name!"

In Chiron's slightly helpless voice, Astolfo drove the hippogriff and turned around and ran away - as the child of a gryphon and a famous horse, both the sky and the earth were within the range of its galloping.

When Atalanta saw this, she immediately put her shame behind her.

What needs to be done now is to kill the prey. Facing the artistic attack just now, the attack method she chose was barrage.

Three arrows appeared in one of her hands. She aimed the three arrows at Astolfo, who was approaching and preparing to escape.

As long as the arrow itself does not become a Noble Phantasm, it will not have a similar automatic tail-catching function. In other words, it is not quality but quantity that determines the outcome.

Needless to say, as long as any arrow hits the enemy directly, the opponent will be defeated. The three tightly wound arrows were accurately aimed at key parts such as the back of the heart, the back of the head, and the Hippogriff's feet.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t die. As long as the movement slows down, load the next round and that's it.

Eliminating all possibilities of defeat, the archers fired arrows with perfect posture.

However, this perfect arrow was still intercepted because the number on the opposite side was greater - Atalanta released three arrows, but the opposite side fired five arrows.

Atalanta was defeated once again!

At this time, Astolfo had already run a considerable distance. She is more difficult to shoot, while the opposite is easier.

This time, even Achilles saw something was wrong: "There is actually a more powerful archer than my eldest sister."

Atalanta's green pupils radiated an unprecedented light, and the beast's ears and tail also stood up, which was a symbol of the beast's anger.

"Black Archer!!!"

"It seems that the eldest sister has also found an opponent. Then I will go find the opponent I recognize!"

Achilles slapped his knees suddenly, started running forward with a joyful expression, and jumped from the sky garden.