The dense forest is lush and green in the sunlight.

A strong wind blew, and the whole forest seemed to wake up from a deep sleep, accompanied by the sound of "rustling", and the waves rolled over.

"Mr. Avis, what now?"

After Cirivel walked out of the teleportation array, he said to Avis with excitement.

"We don't have a lot of bullets and we are short on time, so we can't waste too much time here. ”

Avis quickly gathered his thoughts, and immediately put the three empty cartridges into the bullets. The rest is received in the pocket in case of emergency.

"Alright, Mr. Avis, let's go ahead then. Mr. Reindeer had already motioned for us to go as far deeper into the forest as possible, and I thought of it, so I would know. ”

Chirivel made a suggestion. He also wanted to know what Mr. Reindeer had prepared for the two of them in the forest.

"Okay!

Avis smiled lightly and looked at the older kid who was already eager to try.

Soon, the two were in the depths of the forest. I found a bush that was not too tall and hid it.

"Mr. Avis, do you really know how to use this thing? I think it's too small, can it really be powerful?"

Cinevere asked as he looked the silver firing pistol up and down again, looking behind the ornate and pompous gun.

After all, he hadn't tried it, and Chirivel was still a little uncertain. This is not a small gap from the skilled musket gun in his hand before.

Always adhering to the naïve philosophy that the bigger the thing, the more powerful it is, Chilliwell is still skeptical of the pistol.

"Haha, little Kiri, just watch! ”

Avis smiled happily and smiled at Ciriwell. Although even he himself is not completely sure.

"Then what kind of target will Mr. Reindeer have for us, hares, elks, or even more terrifying boars?"

Chirivel was still in high spirits.

"We had no hounds, no falcons, no horses, and too few people.

There is no arrangement and arrangement of traps at the earliest time.

Large prey, I don't think it's possible.

I can't say exactly what it is.

After all, this is a royal hunting ground, and for the safety of those nobles, it should not be too ferocious animals. ”

Ives continued, and he also felt that Mr. Reindeer would not be too complicated for himself. Maybe it's just some simple hare, elk.

After all, time is limited, they are not too professional hunting activities, and the chamber of the gun is only empty.

......

As the minutes ticked by, there was still no noise in the forest except for the sound of the leaves shaking. It seems that there is no other living creature living in the entire forest.

"Mr. Avis, something isn't quite right. In a normal forest, even if there is no prey, the sound of insects and birds chirping should be incessant, but here...... It's so quiet. ”

Among the Chirivel Zaakt tribe, there are few children who often go up to the mountains to hunt before they are 16 years old, and they are extremely familiar with some hunting environments.

"Really?"

Ivis was noncommittal, and slowly frowned.

As time passed, he also felt that an indescribable atmosphere of unease seemed to spread throughout the forest.

That Mr. Reindeer isn't going to hurt himself, is he?

Whether it is the "old handkerchief" who traded smoothly, or the old man Durou, it seems that they recognize the credibility of this person.

Is it all an illusion?

"Mr. Avis, there's something. ”

Just as Avis was still hesitating, there seemed to be a stampede not far away, breaking the peaceful atmosphere of the forest.

"It's finally here!"

Ives leaned down, picked up his pistol, pulled the bolt, and gripped the handle with both hands, trying to remove as much recoil as possible from the bullet.

As time passed, Ives and Chiriwell remained on alert and ready to attack.

Both are cultivators. I don't pay much attention to the target, and if the target is beyond the range of my hunt, I am confident that I can catch it with my own strength.

It's a game, a game where you have a clear advantage.

So no matter what appeared in front of them, the two of them would not take it too seriously, and even if they were prepared for the appearance of a tiger or a black bear, they were not too worried.

However, as the target gradually approached, Avis's originally relaxed mind gradually tensed, and the hand holding the pistol began to tremble.

And Ciriwell, who was beside him, almost screamed when he saw what appeared.

O my God!!

What is this?

A monster with a red lion body, ape-faced human ears, and blue eyes appeared in front of the two of them.

The creature, which was still called an animal, was moving through the forest at a rapid pace, a tail like a scorpion wagging from side to side.

"Mr. Reindeer, is this what you call a moving target?

Are you kidding?

Can this animal be found in the royal garden?"

Avis was in his heart. This animal he had seen in the book was definitely not a docile and lovely species that could be placed in the royal hunting grounds for recreation.

"Manticor", this is a fierce beast that symbolizes tyranny, jealousy, suspicion. The beast of hell that has taught the history of mankind a painful lesson.

It is said that in the Second Age, Manticol had disappeared.

It has been mentioned in many history books that this ferocious monster has been completely wiped out in the long river of history by great heroes.

So what about this one?

"Mr. Avis, what should I do?"

At this time, Chirivel's lips were purple with fright, but the resolute faith of the Acats made him still prostrate among the haystacks motionless.

"I'll deal with it!"

Avis sighed, quickly slid the wheel, and put the three solid bullets into the pistol, at this time, if it was still empty, it would be a joke on himself.

"Mr. Avis......"

Chirivel grabbed Avis, his eyes full of determination.

Avis knew this look, which he had seen countless times in all previous battles, in the crusade of the Limu Nation, and the meaning was very succinct.

I'm not going to back down.

"Okay, you're here in an ambush, waiting for an opportunity. I can't tell what kind of strength this thing is, I'll try to suppress him as much as possible, and then you can take the opportunity before you act. ”

Avis arranged the plan with the fastest and softest voice, and then turned his gun on Manticor.

"Ding! Host: Avis

has locked on to the target,

Do you use Natal Shot?"

Just as Ives finished aiming, a familiar voice jumped out of the sea of knowledge.

"Well, it's coming out at this time, is the threshold for natal shooting so low?"

Avis was also taken aback by the kendo system that had been ignoring him for so long, and he was even more surprised that he was able to lock on to the target so easily and bind his natal shot.

"Don't you need to enchant, can you use it just by aiming?"

Avis asked as quickly as his mind snapped.

"Back to the host: Natal shooting can be used as long as there is a medium, even without bullets. ”

The kendo system quickly replied, and became the "good helper" who answered all questions.

"Don't use natal shooting for the time being. ”

Ives replied quickly.

In that case, the choice is not difficult to make.

To deal with a guy who doesn't know the realm, it's not the best choice to play all his hole cards all at once, and after knowing the threshold of the natal shooting, Ives is even less anxious to use it.

It's not time for the showdown yet!

"Smack!"

A standard bullet spun out of the chamber of the gun, and with the explosion of gunpowder, it pierced directly into Manticor's body, and the bullet was embedded in Manticor's sternum, and blood quickly flowed out of the hole through which the gunpowder had passed.

With a roar of rage, Manticol swung his claws and opened his bloody mouth, revealing three rows of terrifyingly sharp teeth. The pain made it even more frantic, and it bared its teeth and claws to find the guy who had just sneaked up on him. A scorpion tail swayed around recklessly, splashing venom.

The gunpowder is indeed slightly more powerful than the crossbow arrow, and the recoil of this gun is not too strong.

It's just that the accuracy is still a little lacking, and the position that Ives was aiming at before was obviously the head, but he accidentally hit the back half of Manticor. It seems that I need to do further research.

Just as Ives was accepting the results, an incredible scene appeared in front of the two humans.

I saw that Manticor's wound actually began to heal, and it was only a few seconds later, the sphin's side began to spread light, and a piece of gold spread all over his body.

"I'm going!?a Golden Realm Demonic Beast?This configuration, it is estimated that except for Charles III himself, ordinary low-class nobles are going to give away heads, right?

Avis scratched his head, then looked at the equally dumbfounded Chirivel, smiled and nodded, and then flew out of the bushes and charged towards Manticor.

There was no chanting of incantations, and there was no convergence of breath as yesterday in Garrod Academy.

In just an instant, as soon as Avis jumped out, he took out the "Burning Heaven" from Zhihai, triggering the Burning Heaven Decision, and stimulating his current highest realm, the strength of the first order of the Golden Realm.

Then the flying sword came out of his hand, even exceeding the speed of the bullet, and the scorching flames of the bearer struck at Manticor.

The extremely angry demonic beast found that such an immeasurable human appeared around him, and he instantly became murderous. Relying on his solid body, he collided with the "Burning Sky".

The sharp teeth were instantly sliced off by the flames, but it also stopped the "Burning Sky" from moving forward.

Ives didn't care, and directly chose to go forward on his own. Get up close and personal with this already ferocious beast.

You know, this is the most taboo thing for magicians. If Mr. Lev sees it at this time, he will definitely be scolded.

However, Ives is not a magician.

Now his identity is a sword immortal, a sword immortal with the first-order strength of the Golden Realm.