"Sure enough, can't the mere Assassin be that man's opponent?"

At the top of a building more than a kilometer away from where Jack was fighting.

The huntress dressed in emerald green was watching the battle ahead with great calmness.

"Although I didn't expect Assassin to be such a child, but since I stepped into the battlefield, I can't help it, this is the fate of the servant."

With these words, Red Archer raised his bow and pointed forward.

His eyes gradually became sharper.

For Red Archer, no matter what kind of life it is, it is the same existence.

In the forest, with its brutal laws of survival, there is only the distinction between the strong and the weak, between the predator and the prey, and between what can and cannot be eaten.

This beast-like way of thinking is the basic idea of Red Archer.

After all, although Red Archer was born in the royal family, she was not needed because she was born a woman, and then was abandoned by her father in the mountains, and grew up in the mountains, even if she quickly improved her strength by relying on her innate talent, she is still like a beast in the mountains, with the concept of survival of the fittest.

Her real name is Atalanta, and she is a huntress in Greek mythology who is famous for her steed feet and has extraordinary foot strength.

Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, was overwhelmed by the fact that she had been abandoned on the mountain, so she had the mother bear feed her and let her live.

She was also chosen as a member of an expedition ship known as the Argo, and traveled to the other side of the boundless sea with heroes such as Iason, Hercules, and others in search of the Golden Fleece.

She also participated in the siege of the demon pig that ravaged the crops and livestock of the country called Kaludon, and together with many heroes, shot and killed him.

Her father eventually recruited her back because of her fame, but used it as a bargaining chip in a political marriage, so that she was forced to make a desperate vow to the heroes of the world to "marry only the suitor who can outrun her in the race, and if she loses, she will be killed", so that many famous heroes will fold in her hands.

In terms of fame, Atalanta may not be as good as Achilles.

However, in terms of foot strength alone, the huntress who had never been able to outrun her in a race was definitely not much inferior to Achilles.

As a result, Atalanta has the highest movement speed even among the Immortals, and his bow skills are extremely proficient, and he is capable of long-range sniping and can use bows and arrows even in close combat.

The bow held in Atalanta's hand is a weapon given by Artemis, the goddess of hunting and the moon, not only can control the trajectory of the arrow through magic, but after the bow is fully drawn, the power of the arrow will be increased to A-level, and if you add magic power, the destructive power is equivalent to a missile, and even the stubborn defense of Karna can not be ignored.

Now, Atalanta drew the bow of the vault in her hand from the goddess to the fullest.

There are two arrows on the string.

Although the target is the man who once suppressed him, the real direction is heaven.

There, there is the moon that emits a hazy moonlight.

Atalanta, who had already learned from the past, knew that it was not enough to deal with the man by simply pulling her bow to full capacity.

At this point, Shiro Yanfeng was also conscious, so he only gave Atalanta a directive.

"If you have the chance, you can try a blow."

After the first blow, whether it is successful or not, Shiro will have Atalanta's Master use a spell to summon him back.

Therefore, Atalanta's blow will use all its strength.

That is, to liberate the treasure that is the trump card.

"———— with my bow and arrow, ask Apollo and Artemis for protection————"

A dazzling glow flickered on the two arrows.

The Noble Phantasm of Atalanta is not a bow, nor is it an arrow shot from a bow.

Both of these are merely catalysts for the liberation of their true treasures, and the very art of "loading arrows and shooting them with bowstrings" takes shape.

Atalanta's Noble Phantasm was a letter to Apollo, the god of the sun, and Artemis, the goddess of the moon, in order to obtain protection.

Both, one of the gods of bows and arrows and the other of the hunt, will rain down the calamity of destruction the moment they receive Atalanta's request.

That said, what Atalanta is doing is very simple.

That's...

"———— offer this calamity ————"

As a result, arrows with intense magical power were released, drawing a meteor-like trajectory through the clouds and into the night sky.

At this moment, Atalanta's treasure was liberated.

It's called—

"The Book of Arrows of Appeal (Phoibos_Catastrophe)!"

The moment the true name of the Noble Phantasm was liberated, the night sky suddenly burst into a dazzling brilliance.

Then disaster struck.

It was a myriad of arrows of light.

The arrows of light rained down like a downpour, enveloping a corner of Bucharest in an instant.

"Bang Bang ————!"

Explosions, one after another.

I saw that the area that was shrouded by the rain of arrows of light was constantly impacting as if it had been attacked by fierce artillery fire.

The rain of arrows that fell from the sky struck the earth, destroying the streets, like countless cannonballs, setting off gusts of wind and impact, ruthlessly destroying everything.

It's a B-level Enemy Treasure.

Under the relentless rain of arrows of light, as if no life was allowed to exist, the tops of the buildings were destroyed little by little, and the rubble and rubble rolled up with the sand like bullets, which looked extremely spectacular.

And Atalanta, who did all this, just watched indifferently.

Then, without waiting for the end of the destruction and not confirming the life and death of the target, he jumped away with great force and jumped away with astonishing foot force.

"Zheng ————!"

In the next second, the space around Atalanta's body was distorted, causing the Servant to disappear here.

There are only countless light rains left, and they are still coming.

……

On the other hand, Minamoto Yorimitsu also clearly saw the scene of the rain of arrows that symbolized the destruction and turned a corner of Bucharest into a realm of death.

"Master..."

Looking at the continuous rain of arrows, Yuan Laiguang's eyes couldn't help but show a little worry.

But Minamoto Yorimitsu's opponents didn't allow her to look around like this.

"Hahahaha! Suppressors are arrogant! Even if you are on the battlefield, you will only look down! Don't set your eyes on us! This feeling...! This feeling...! How humiliating and unwilling! ”

With such a loud laugh, the warrior who was like a huge piece of flesh burst forward like a chariot, and in his hand he held a small sword of iron not so much a weapon, swept like a storm.

"Bang ————!"

With that sweep, a powerful shock wave was formed by the mere slash, smashing the wall of a nearby building apart.

"Hmm...! It's so tough...! ”

Yuan Laiguang burst out like a bolt of lightning, flashing the astonishing blow, but there was also a tricky expression on his beautiful face.