“……”

Originally, many people said that the output is by roaring. But the second sect leader didn't believe it at all. He didn't think it was scientific at all.

But now, the second sect leader believes it. This is mostly true...... Although unscientific, he is really magical. Don't talk about others, even a guy like himself who has a deep hatred for the protagonist succubus, paused for a few seconds after hearing Yulia's words. The offensive in his hand involuntarily weakened a little.

"Ah...... That one...... It's embarrassing...... Hehe......" The second sect leader smiled reluctantly: "Anyway, you two didn't come together, I always thought ...... Okay okay, let's not talk about that. So can you discuss it, let's continue to fight, that is, you will be reduced to ashes with magic or something......"

"I refuse." Yulia's face was calm, and she looked sad and joyless.

"Hmm, ah...... Yes, since you are already so miserable, it would be too inhumane to burn you to ashes with magic or something. Even such a frenzied guy can't get such a heavy hit...... Say-"

"-Are you an idiot?"

After Yulia complained very strongly, the second sect leader shut up and then fought hard.

At the same time, on the frontal battlefield, the dwarven forces suffered a terrible blow - a blow from one man.

Elven marksman, this guy alone stopped the seemingly unstoppable army of dwarves. The bow and arrow in his hand seemed to have a strange magical power, and each pull of the string was capable of reaping the life of a dwarven defender.

"Raise your shield! Watch out! The Dwarven High King roared as he blessed his soldiers with magic - but to no avail. Neither the helmet, nor the mask, nor the armor, nor the shield, nor the magic can stop it. Elven marksman's arrows are always able to show up in the weak points of the defense, those holes and dead spots. Then hit the target.

Even worse is the rate of fire - one shot per second. It seems that the elven marksman does not need to aim, and can hit the target by feeling alone. He was just such a person, and he stubbornly blocked the Dwarven Defender Brigade, the most powerful frontal attack force in the Justice Alliance.

"I'm going to kill you, Elf. I'm going to kill you! "The Dwarven High King, having completely lost his usual grace, is now manic and roaring, as if he were any real dwarf. Perhaps under his hypocritical mask, there is a fiery soul that is indistinguishable from ordinary dwarves.

It means nothing to his enemies, though.

"If you can do it, give it a try." He said with a smile.

At the same time, the Dark Elves counterattack began—with Olivia's magical signal. In the corner of the Dwarven Alliance, the Grey Dwarf slave lords looked at each other. Then he nodded secretly.

"Attack, justice is in the Western Army."

With Rear Admiral Kobayakawa giving the order, the Grey Dwarves turned their guns and took aim at their new enemies, the Golden Dwarves and the Shield Dwarves, their dwarven relatives.

The forces of the Grey Dwarves have defected.

In the blink of an eye, a large number of ogres and orc slave troops rushed the flanks of the dwarven coalition to pieces. At the same time. The dragon-backed girl who was fighting against Xiaobai also smiled, and then disappeared.

"-Don't run!" Xiaobai shouted.

"I never said that. I'm going to run away. After that, in the dark elf camp not far away, the dragon-backed girl reappeared, and then clapped her hands.

Subsequently, a large number of portals were opened, each armed with a heavy greatsword. The sturdy Horned Demon roared in rage, stepped out of the portal, and then charged towards the chaotic coalition of dwarves-

"Hundreds!" Xiao Bai glanced at it, and his heart jumped at that time - the horned demon is a higher type of devil class and has stronger combat effectiveness. Hundreds of Horned Demons are enough to crush tens of thousands of troops in a head-on battle. This is an army with decisive power.

"That's it. My pact with that bastard is over. The dragon-backed girl smiled and looked at the second sect leader, and then nodded to him: "Your soul now belongs to hell. Don't lose, and don't die. Otherwise, you're my slave, Mr. Master. After saying this, the dragonback girl looked at Xiaobai again.

"Let's move on."

"It seems that your condition is not too good, my old friend, who has been reduced to the point of borrowing the debt of the Hades of hell." The main character, the succubus, laughs. Just now, he heard what the dragon-backed girl said clearly. So that's the case, it's no wonder that the second sect leader can recover his strength in a short period of time after losing all his old capital. It turned out that he mortgaged his soul to hell.

"Hmph." Regarding the ridicule of the protagonist succubus, the second sect leader did not say a word. Just took the offensive to the extreme.

“…… Big brother, there is danger! ”

At the same time, Angel is very, very, very worried about the situation of the main character, the succubus. It's just unfortunate that she was dragged back. It was none other than her old adversary, the berserker of the Dark Elves, who was holding her back.

No, this guy isn't a dark elf or a berserker right now. He wears crimson armor. Exposed skin is also reddish. It looks like the devil - and it is. As part of the deal between the Second Sect Master and the Dragon's Back Maiden. He has been transformed into a half-demon by the forces of hell. One, a half-demon with extremely strong strength.

"Now, I have the power to match you, girl."

It seems that after receiving the transformation, the half-demon has regained some sanity slightly. He looked at Angel, grinned, and said something like this. As she spoke, the dragon-slaying sword entangled in the evil power of hell swung continuously, and the dark red sword light flickered, making Angel overwhelmed - the two guys had risen into the air. and occupied a large area of airspace heads-up.

It's not that they agreed on this beforehand, but that after entering this airspace. Whether it's the gargoyles of the evil coalition, the zombie bats. Or the eagles and griffons summoned by the elven druids. will be affected by the attacks of both of them, and then undoubtedly shattered to pieces.

In the sky, a torrent of flesh and blood rained down, so that everyone avoided the two of them.

"Damn, in this case, there will be no way to help the big brother!" Angel was very anxious.

"Let's take care of yourself first!" The half-demon screamed.

……

"Without assistance, it seems that we will be on our own." After blinding, the protagonist succubus, who immediately lifted the curse on himself, looked at Yulia: "Anyway, you should have something that can change the tide of the battle, right?" Tell me if you have one? ”

"Unfortunately, no." Yulia replied calmly. After being ridiculed by the second sect leader before, and shouting something like that again. Yulia's heart was extremely calm. A feeling of "Ah, everyone is going to die" arises spontaneously, making Yulia feel that everything doesn't matter.

"Yes...... Yes. The main character, the succubus, sighed, and then looked to the side. At the same time, he muttered in a low voice: "It's a pity, I originally wanted to go on a date with Yulia after I went back alive this time......"

“…… What did you say? ”

The main character, the succubus's voice, was not loud, but it was just within Yulia's range of hearing. So Yulia heard it right away.

"I didn't say anything, it's just a pity, we're going to die soon." The protagonist Succubus sighed like this.

"- Absolutely not! With me here, we're going to win! Yulia instantly regained her senses.

"So, do you have anything to turn the tide of things?" The main character, the Succubus, asks this question again.

"-Yes!" Yulia replied simply.

……

At the same time, on the frontal battlefield, under the suppression of the elven marksmans, the dwarven defender troops could only hold the line. At the same time, many elves also discovered the same kind of marksman who stood on the opposite side of them.

"Why do you help the abuse?!"

"Why help these evil people to slaughter their own people?!"

"Traitor! Bastard! ”

They questioned each other so loudly. But the elven marksman did not answer. Or rather, he replaced his language with a bow and arrow. Feathered arrows were fired. The High Elves, the Wood Elves, the Moon Elves, and the Sea Elves, who had questioned him loudly, died without any doubt under his arrows.

Without any doubt, the elven marksman still kept smiling - yes, yes, yes, yes, after excluding distractions like Tiffelle, the legendary, possibly the strongest marksman on the continent, finally showed his hideous fangs and showed his dominance over the battlefield.

It's not all fancy archery, it's not some amazing arrows, or anything like that. It's just the simplest mechanical repetitive action. Draw a bow, shoot an arrow, draw a bow, shoot an arrow. Draw a bow, shoot an arrow.

His bow is a very good magic bow. But his arrows were very ordinary, ordinary arrows of stainless steel. No barbs, no cones, no wolf teeth, no shovels. It is the most common specification, without any enchantment, and the standard bow and arrow that can be seen everywhere. What is unique is that every time such an arrow is fired, an enemy is bound to fall to the ground.

Whether it's a respected elven druid, an elven warrior in ornate armor, or an elven mage with a mastery of the mysteries of magic.

All opponents, his bow and arrow are treated equally.

Except for "that person".

The long knife slashed the ordinary, but incomparably deadly, feathered arrow. Uncle Missing Ears appears on the frontal battlefield.

“……”

“……”

The eyes of the two people looked at each other, and then they emitted an incomparably strong killing intent. (To be continued......)