Black Sail
Chapter 588: CCV. Dragon Hunting Bow

Chapter 588: CCV. Dragon Hunting Bow

Inside the city stands a large building of the Holy True God Church, where Garscek stood, like a huge purple-black dragon’s eye, larger than an adult’s size.

She took a deep breath, the chaotic airflow absorbing most of the city’s fire. With all her might, accompanied by an earth-shaking dragon roar, a purple-black tornado of fire swept towards the direction of the densest bullets.

The ground was carved out like a huge chasm, sweeping directly from the Divine Master Temple to the city wall, smashing the wall into pieces, then sweeping horizontally.

It finally grew much quieter, as the noise caused by the bullets decreased by several orders of magnitude.

Then came a few more sounds of iron arrows piercing through the air. The arrows, as terrifying as a bed crossbow, grazed Garscek’s skin but only left some marks, slightly wearing down her scale armor.

Garscek’s gaze fixed on the east gate of the city, where a small black dot appeared in the distance. Crocodile Island stood there.

He had no time to berate his underlings for their incompetence. The Major Generals and Vice Admirals in Aran had everything their way, but at crucial moments, none could decisively turn the tide.

The weapon was akin to the one used by the Emperor’s niece’s personal guard, Grim, on the train back then. These big bows were mass-produced within the Royal Court, but only a very few people could draw them. Many didn’t even practice archery, with less than a hundred in possession, so they were phased out.

Crocodile Island stretched out a Dragon Hunting Bow larger than a person. Its fully drawn power was even more terrifying than a bed crossbow. With an exaggerated arrow, akin to a long spear mixed with magic energy material, it not only stretched the bowstring to maximum, but diagonally stretched it. Augmented by the Magic Rune Armor, Crocodile Island used both hands and even one foot to brace the big bow. The oppressive noise of the violent pulling force made hearts skip a beat, and using both hands, he bent the bow’s wings into a massive deformation, stretched taut like a

The officers alongside him gasped heavily. It wasn’t only the Dragon but more the immense psychological burden of the Royal Court’s pressure in battle causing misdeeds. Crocodile Island’s ability to draw this bow to such an extreme meant this one shot might even penetrate the Beima Giant Wall!

Boom!

The bowstring snapped loose with a powerful burst of Qi, sounding like the explosion of hazardous materials piled in a chemical factory.

The bricks beneath Crocodile Island’s feet were blown away by the wind, and the Vice Admiral standing beside him staggered slightly.

The incoming arrow was so swift it was invisible to the naked eye.

In an instant, the city’s big fire was split in two. Sensing extreme danger, Garscek instinctively shielded her head with her wings.

Without a doubt, it pierced through, blasting out a large hole. The red-hot dragon blood steamed in the summer heat as if a waterfall poured down from the sky.

Crocodile Island smirked, placing another spear-like arrow on the Dragon Hunting Bow. The reptile’s mobility was now restricted; all that was needed was to hit the head again.

Wait!

What is happening?

The massive target suddenly vanished. Crocodile Island immediately looked skyward, yet there was no sign of the dragon. Impossible, no matter how it was a dragon, it couldn’t leave right under his nose.

This wasn’t Crocodile Island’s fault.

Dragons that could transform into human form were rarely mentioned in any documents, beyond common sense.

Beside Silver Moon Lake, Garscek, in human form, looked somewhat haggard, her lips slightly bloodless and pale, watching the blood hole on her left arm that kept bleeding.

Even seven hundred years ago, she hadn’t suffered such humiliation.

This truly enraged Garscek. Now, it was unrelated to interests or treasures, but to massacre the Aran Army in a frenzy of revenge.

"No matter what, the city has been breached; you did well."

A voice with a slight Kenjiro Tsuda flavor came through.

Garscek was in a state of mental tension and instinctively wanted to kill the person beside her. Turning her head, her face showed disbelief.

Considering these guys’ unusually slow speed, Garscek had greatly slowed down herself. They were expected not to arrive for another half day.

And now...

Rein, whose body had been magically transformed, was unexpectedly fast, yet compared to Garscek, he was still like a wheelchair compared to a Ferrari in a race.

Unable to tolerate Rein’s idiotic presence, Liszt directly ditched his horse and overtook him.

The third Junlin Sword possessed incredibly terrifying power, allowing objects to swiftly condense and leap, even himself, along with many other wondrous uses that Liszt hadn’t yet fully explored.

His current speed was definitely not as fast as the Ferrari flying in the sky, but it was at least at the level of old man’s joy.

Four Junlin Swords, dominating one eighth of the continent’s power, along with the darkest hundred years, the most powerful and pure spell power that kills upon touch.

Liszt could only say, I am invincible, do as you please.

Personally inspecting the situation wasn’t a bad start either, seeing the large formation on the side of Silver Moon City and Garscek’s considerable target, discovering that Garscek was injured was unexpected.

Liszt wore no armor, just a white shirt, trousers, military boots stripped from an Aran officer, and a necklace gifted by Dreya.

Only, quite comically, wearing a somewhat roughly cast anti-bullet helmet made in Mulong.

"How did you arrive early?"

Garscek looked towards the position of the east gate, where Crocodile Island was still searching, yet hadn’t found her.

"The big brother didn’t step out, making the younger ones take responsibility. I’ve been mixed in this way for almost ten years now, and I have this awareness."

Liszt watched with interest as the soldiers flopped around in the lake, throwing away armor in panic. The whole city was ablaze, and the dragon’s strategic value was too high, much more useful than himself.

"That’s not what I meant to ask..."

Garscek wanted to say more.

Liszt had never seen the large car look down on people in this way before, lightly frowning.

"In any case, Silver Moon City now has no value; the army consists only of those officers and a few scattered stubborn iron troops, not forming any organization. The primary target is Zote and those madmen. Engaging Zote directly with close combat has already achieved the goal. Catch your breath first, I’ll go deal with Crocodile Island."

After saying that, Liszt set his eyes on a few people standing at the east gate.

Suddenly, a white ghost shadow, identical to himself, emerged from Liszt’s body, moving exceedingly fast, flashing between the burning buildings, reaching the castle wall at the east gate within a few breaths.

Immediately after.

Liszt himself was directly sucked towards the ghost shadow, arriving fifty paces in front of Crocodile Island in an instant.

"An old fan of ten years, coming uninvited."

Seeing the famous Army General, Liszt raised two fingers to his temple and gave a salute, acknowledging him.

How could Garscek endure such insult?

The word spirit magic transformed into purple-black light wings and, in human form, flew next to Liszt in less than a breath.

Crocodile Island’s eyelids twitched, and he drew the great sword at his waist.

He reckoned he was the unluckiest person in this year’s Military Department, encountering all kinds of troubles.