: 1258 This is called arrogance, heroes.

"Well…"
Only on the steps of the rock formation, the rider glared at his arm that had just been penetrated, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a hint of pain in his faintness.
"..."
Arher was very keenly aware of this and cast his gaze on the side below.
The sharp eyes became a little dignified.
"Is that the ability of your followers?"
Arher sent such a question.
After all, the status of the rider is obviously not normal.
In essence, the slave is actually the spirit of the spirit, that is, the spirit.
Although after being summoned, the slave can be materialized by the magic of the lord, but its essence is still spiritual. As long as the magic supply is cut off, it will restore the state of spirituality.
By virtue of this feature, when there is no need to fight, the followers generally perform spiritualization, thereby reducing the consumption of magic.
For such a follower, as long as it is not fatally wounded, the magic is sufficient, and the injury can basically recover immediately.
The rider's arm that has been traversed has not only recovered, but even affected it.
Presumably, the arm of the rider has lost more than 80% of its power, and even the gun can't do it?
"Is this the reason why you are full of confidence and single-handedly?"
The rider seems to be aware of this as well, although his arms are hanging, his eyes are still full of fighting spirit.
"It's really fun, then what if I let you have one hand?"
Said, rider abandoned the weak right hand and turned to hold the cross gun with his left hand.
"call!"
The gun with a little whistling wind in the hands of the flexible dance, has not been affected at all.
If you can't use a weapon because of the loss of your dominant hand, you can't be a hero at all.
The rider is just like to illustrate this point, looking directly at the eyes of the square can be called unscrupulous.
"Come on, quickly summon your followers, I will also summon the chariot, and fight hard!"
This cavalry is finally planning to face this battle.
But Fang still wants to say.
"Do you understand or not?" Fang sighed and said: "This time, her role is a defender, there is no reason to come to the front."
"Is it?" Rider didn't think it was like a smile. The gun in his hand pointed to the side, and said in a playful manner: "Don't you really fear that I killed you?"
Accompanied by this sentence, it is murderous.
There is a playful expression on his face, but the murderousness that can be fluctuated from the rider's body is serious.
The murderousness of the heroes from invincible, without the venting of the mercy.
What surprised both rider and even arher was that in the face of such an invisible attack, the square still remained unchanged.
"I remember that the cavalry over there had just said that the latter would stay in the rear. As a lord, I was alone in the enemy's base camp. This kind of behavior is really looking at you, it is too arrogant. ,Right?"
The party is as boring as it is, so loud.
"But, in my opinion, are you these followers looking at others from the beginning?"
Speaking of such words, the party lifted the pace and moved forward step by step.
"Because it is the royal master, it is impossible to defeat the followers?"
"Because it is human, it is impossible to defeat the hero?"
"Because there is only one person, so shouldn't you break into the enemy's base camp?"
"Because there are two followers in front of you, so if you don't call out the followers, you must be afraid of being killed?"
The gaze in the square went straight to the two followers.
The corner of the mouth, slowly rising.
"This is called arrogance, heroes."
Just here, hey...
The air has changed...
"!"
The rider's heart has no reason to be tight.
"big sister...!"
Without any hesitation, the rider fiercely pushed the arher around.
This moment, the impact is coming.
"Hey!"
In the snoring sound, a violent wind swelled like an explosion.
"call out!"
The rider didn't even have the sound to come out, and the whole person turned into a cannonball and flew out.
"...!?"
Arher's pair of sharp eyelids suddenly shrank to the tip of the needle.
Even a bow soldier with extraordinary vision is not aware of what has just happened.
However, arher is seeing it.
I have just left a distance from my own people, I don’t know when it’s like a sudden blast, it’s in the position of the rider.
One foot was hanged down by it.
Seeing this scene, where can arher still not understand?
The rider was smashed.
He was not able to see the strike as a top-ranking follower.
How can it be?
How can it be?
How can this kind of thing happen?
There is only this idea left in arher's mind.
However, almost instinctual instincts and thoughts made arher suppress all of these emotions in an instant.
"You guy...!?"
Arher suddenly set up a bow.
The body is still in a state of being pushed away by the rider and suspended in midair.
However, arher quickly responded in such a time that he couldn't even count, and made the most appropriate response.
"Hey!"
The vortex of magic began to gather in front of Arher's bow and turned into an arrow.
however…
"Snapped!"
One hand, stretched out from the back of the arher, put it on her shoulder.
"On this side, stupid..."
Listening to this voice, arher's breathing stopped.
"Hey!"
Impact, bursting behind the arher.
"Hey...!?"
With a cry of sorrow, the narrator’s follower was heavily slammed behind him and blown with a sharp, empty voice, turning into a shadow that was more blurred than the arrow he shot. , at an alarming rate, crashed into the forest.
"Hey!"
The trees of a tree smashed in the moment of being hit, causing a smash of cracks, causing the rows of trees to fall down one after another.
"Hey..."
In the slight footsteps, the square fell on the ground.
The eyes turned to the other side.
"Hey!"
I saw that a figure was breaking through the atmosphere, turning into a dazzling comet, picking up the frenzied airflow, like a bullet, and coming violently.
"Oh oh oh oh oh…!"
The rider made a low-pitched sound, and the cross-gun in his hand slammed, like a dense rain curtain, with a sharp sharp edge under the gunshots.
The overwhelming sniper was shrouded in the way.
"Ding!"
There is only one sound that provokes the sound.
"what…!?"
The rider broke out.
Even the rock can be pierced, and the numerous shots that have smashed the gates of the city are actually blocked by one hand.
The palm of the hand that shines with the stars, like a stick, is firmly held in the hand.
The sharp tip of the gun, even the fragile skin is not cut.
Then, like a flash of kick, it is once again on the rider.
"Boom!"
The thunder-like impact sounds and resounds.