Capítulo 1277: Barbatos
The wind carried by the arrow was so intense that it easily gave the illusion that the arrow itself was the storm.
Fisher’s expression gradually beca solemn, but his legs were anchored like steel nails, remaining stationary as his tattered Holy Land white robe flapped wildly in the wind.
In the next mont, he suddenly reached out and spun Ingrid, who was beside him, behind him, like a ballet partner in perfect synchrony, if one were to ignore Ingrid’s expression of agonizing pain on her face.
“Ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! My bones, my bones are broken!”
She cried out in pain, her face pale, but Fisher didn’t have the ti to care about her condition.
The deadly arrow was imminent; he turned his head to look at the sky while speaking to Ingrid,
“The magic you hold should have at least one or two for self-protection, right?”
“Eh? Yes, there is, but… hissing… it hurts…”
“That’s good then.”
Fisher didn’t know which of her bones was broken, but the injury seed quite severe. Her rank was low, rely an ordinary human; even the aftershock from the wind nearly blew her to death if he hadn’t reached out to save her.
Now it’s even more apparent, her voice was trembling while speaking, as severe pain can interrupt all human thinking and actions, stripping away any opportunity for reaction.
Fisher understood this well, seeing Ingrid frozen in the face of the storm like she was terrified out of her wits. He took a deep breath.
The next second, as countless “∞” symbols flashed in his eyes, his entire deanor began to feel increasingly out of place with the surroundings.
Like a tumor unbound by rules.
Facing the arrow about to descend in front of him, his left hand automatically locked onto Ingrid’s abdon and firmly pressed, before she could react, Fisher accurately found and unlocked the magical structure embedded there, unveiling the magic within.
“Stand behind .”
With Fisher’s command, the protective magic of around seven or eight rings on her abdon suddenly rose, enveloping her securely.
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Fisher swiftly released the magic on her abdon, extending his hand toward the arrow arriving with the fierce wind.
“Boom!”
With a particularly piercing explosion sound, near hundred-ter waves rushed out from beside Fisher, while Ingrid crouched halfway on the ground, holding the Picture Keeper, trembling with her eyes closed and ears covered.
She was truly afraid she might suddenly be obliterated.
The turbulent wind leaking continuously from around Fisher resembled steel blades, cutting across the surface of the magic covering her, producing fiercely piercing friction sounds. Yet the man in front of the overwhelming storm stood unmoved, as if his body was beyond flesh…
This man is absolutely not human, right?
If only she hadn’t gone to that damn factory!
While she couldn’t see with her eyes closed, Fisher’s hand had tightly grasped the arrow floating in front of him. The arrow, carrying unstoppable force, tried to advance, but was firmly held back by the hand shining with “∞” symbols.
In the next mont, with the hand clutching the arrow handle suddenly applying force, the wind beside the arrow erupted and spread in all directions.
The ground instantly appeared ravaged, as if plowed by countless storms, while Ingrid’s trembling intensified.
“Phew, phew…”
The surrounding wind sound gradually ceased, and Fisher frowned at the arrow now quiet in his hand, then after a mont of silence, he lifted the arrow and forcefully threw it towards where it ca from.
“Boom!”
With a sound resembling thunder, following a ground tremor, the arrow swiftly vanished into the horizon, returning to its destined place.
Behind, Ingrid trembled more intensely, while Emhardt in her embrace curiously poked his head out, saying to Fisher,
“Wait, wait, Fisher… I now even suspect we’ve gone to the wrong place. Earlier when we left there wasn’t anyone of Mythical Rank! Could it be the cursed Paimon’s fault, dumping us sowhere else?!”
“…It shouldn’t be. This is the world we were originally in, just with so changes. But we’ve only been away for four and a half years; it’s impossible for anyone in Nali or the entire humanity to naturally reach Mythical Rank, even transcending Extraordinary Rank is difficult, otherwise Erwin wouldn’t have tried desperately to seek the base from Nali to the Northern Realm.”
“But we really encountered it, right after returning… can it truly be a coincidence… Oh, you’re saying that being is probably not human but a Mythical Species? But how can that be, the Holy Descendants and elves should’ve all perished by now, is there anyone surviving? The Stars haven’t invaded from the Spirit Realm for a long ti, the Demons’ entities are sealed beneath the ground… So who could it be?”
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