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"Yeah, he's pretty good."
Dion snaps as he sees the arrow coming towards him.
Dion grins contentedly that he has drawn a mountainous curve and has not removed himself, of the flying arrows, all of which are targeted.
I purposefully run my horse at a constant speed to make it easy to aim, but even if I subtract it, the enemy's arms were considerable.
The ground is grainy, nothing is even on the horse... hence...,
"It's easy to prevent and helpful."
Without daring, Dion intercepts from the front.
The sword flashes of divine speed draw complex orbits and run. Light in lightning runs precisely through the orbit of an arrow, as if it had been planned since the beginning…. I bounced all of that!
It's like a bond.
Yet in front of Dion, as if it were also a wall of wind, every arrow unleashed changes its orbit and flies in the direction of the day after tomorrow.
"But despite being on horseback, I didn't know I would shoot a bow so accurately...... Not even the cavalry of my empire."
Shooting a target on a horse is a very challenging artist.
An archer in an empire is either a sniper (sniper) targeting with a firm and stable scaffold, or a archer targeting on the surface by a large group.
"I didn't know you'd be shooting with sniper shooter concurrent accuracy from above the horse. After all, it doesn't look like he's just a bandit... sooner or later"
Immediately after, Dion raises his left hand. In the hand stretched around the neck, a single arrow was gripped after the moment.
"A sniper with a time difference? Hmm...?
Dion narrowed his eyes when he saw the tip of the arrow, like a stuffed sap.
"And poison arrows, huh. You mean even if you just scratch it, it's fatal? I see, a soldier in line would have died... Is this easier to do?
Laughing happily, Dion turns his eyes to the bandits. Then he threw the arrow in his hand, high and upright,
"My name is Dion Alaia. It is the sword of Her Royal Highness Princess Meer, the wisdom of a flourishing empire! Don't expect me to shoot you out of the safe zone without putting one life on the line."
At the next moment, flash, flash, flash, and flash the fallen arrows.
arrows cleaved into four pieces, showing them deliberately, and then
"From those who don't need their lives, I hope they do. Oh, three or more, shall I suggest you strike at the same time? It's heartbreaking to overlook wasted lives, though you don't need them."
After that, Dion intimidates, looking at the bandits.
A faintly spreading wave of agitation to the bandits who heard his name. Dion doesn't miss that.
- I see. Do you know my name... After all, is there a connection to the werewolf... Or does my notoriety mean that it's finally spread all the way to Sunkland?
Dion's name was given for two purposes.
One is to see if there is a connection between the bandits and the werewolves.
The other is intimidation, by boasting its name.
- If I were a werewolf, I'd tell Dion Alaia not to lay a hand on anything. Unless, of course, you have a sword arm comparable to Dion Alaia...
If so, his own name could be a weapon that would encourage the other party to retreat.
"If we hit each other decently, we won't lose, though."
(i) As a soldier, still good. Defeat your opponent, wipe him out, or, if you push him into retreat, you can say victory for now.
But from the standpoint of leading a soldier, that's not the best hand.
Because soldiers are exhausted if they fight. Physical strength will restore you. Or maybe a healing injury would be good. Now, if you die... or if you get seriously injured and you can't fight again, the army will drain.
Soldiers wearing hand salt, who have worked out and increased their practice, drain...... That's unseen damage. Therefore, for the military, when the end of the war has been opened, it is not the best.
- Win without fighting, right? Oh, not at all... I didn't know I had to think like a general...
If you were a soldier......, you just had to screw your enemies down with your sword arm.
But as for the empire's wisdom, the sword of Meer Luna Tiermoon, that's not enough.
"And well, I guess that's all I can do... I can't help it if I don't know what to expect. Let it be the rust of my sword."
The bandits, who still do not pull, let alone attack at once, loosely form a siege net. Dion somehow understood their mood.
"If you're the one who fights while protecting the carriage, or if you're just one, you might be able to take it away. Here, if we can take over Dion Alaia, we may be able to carry things in our favor...... I guess that's the place. Or were you interested in the person the carriage behind you is carrying..."
Either way, it's a choice that leads to death.
"If I had a werewolf, I would have made the decision to withdraw without getting lost..., oh, but if I had had that guy, I would have been more slashed this time. Because it's more fun."
Well, it was Dion trying to keep an eye on things a little more... but soon after, things change suddenly.
"The Royal Army!
A screaming voice, and at the same time a distant sight of dust.
Along with the sound of the horse's hooves shredding the earth, far away, I can see a group of horseback riders.
The bandits did not choose the recklessness of dealing with both Dion Alaia, the empire's most powerful god, and the Royal Army.
Immediately after, Dion feels the killer air released by the bandits diminish. At the same time, the horse's head of the thief flipped simultaneously. Dion gives an impressive voice to the bandits fleeing the scene in the same undisturbed motion they've been raiding.
"It's still brilliant. That wouldn't even make tracking happen...... oh?
"Lord Dion!
Turning his gaze, Dion finds a familiar boy at the head of the Royal Army.
"Lord Zion, will you lead the cavalry immediately? Prince Abel, quite brave, but... Well, I wonder if this is part of Her Royal Highness Princess Meer's plan..."
Speaking to himself in a small voice, Dion put his sword away.
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"Yeah, he's pretty good."
Dion snaps as he sees the arrow coming towards him.
Dion grins contentedly that he has drawn a mountainous curve and has not removed himself, of the flying arrows, all of which are targeted.
I purposefully run my horse at a constant speed to make it easy to aim, but even if I subtract it, the enemy's arms were considerable.
The ground is grainy, nothing is even on the horse... hence...,
"It's easy to prevent and helpful."
Without daring, Dion intercepts from the front.
The sword flashes of divine speed draw complex orbits and run. Light in lightning runs precisely through the orbit of an arrow, as if it had been planned since the beginning…. I bounced all of that!
It's like a bond.
Yet in front of Dion, as if it were also a wall of wind, every arrow unleashed changes its orbit and flies in the direction of the day after tomorrow.
"But despite being on horseback, I didn't know I would shoot a bow so accurately...... Not even the cavalry of my empire."
Shooting a target on a horse is a very challenging artist.
An archer in an empire is either a sniper (sniper) targeting with a firm and stable scaffold, or a archer targeting on the surface by a large group.
"I didn't know you'd be shooting with sniper shooter concurrent accuracy from above the horse. After all, it doesn't look like he's just a bandit... sooner or later"
Immediately after, Dion raises his left hand. In the hand stretched around the neck, a single arrow was gripped after the moment.
"A sniper with a time difference? Hmm...?
Dion narrowed his eyes when he saw the tip of the arrow, like a stuffed sap.
"And poison arrows, huh. You mean even if you just scratch it, it's fatal? I see, a soldier in line would have died... Is this easier to do?
Laughing happily, Dion turns his eyes to the bandits. Then he threw the arrow in his hand, high and upright,
"My name is Dion Alaia. It is the sword of Her Royal Highness Princess Meer, the wisdom of a flourishing empire! Don't expect me to shoot you out of the safe zone without putting one life on the line."
At the next moment, flash, flash, flash, and flash the fallen arrows.
arrows cleaved into four pieces, showing them deliberately, and then
"From those who don't need their lives, I hope they do. Oh, three or more, shall I suggest you strike at the same time? It's heartbreaking to overlook wasted lives, though you don't need them."
After that, Dion intimidates, looking at the bandits.
A faintly spreading wave of agitation to the bandits who heard his name. Dion doesn't miss that.
- I see. Do you know my name... After all, is there a connection to the werewolf... Or does my notoriety mean that it's finally spread all the way to Sunkland?
Dion's name was given for two purposes.
One is to see if there is a connection between the bandits and the werewolves.
The other is intimidation, by boasting its name.
- If I were a werewolf, I'd tell Dion Alaia not to lay a hand on anything. Unless, of course, you have a sword arm comparable to Dion Alaia...
If so, his own name could be a weapon that would encourage the other party to retreat.
"If we hit each other decently, we won't lose, though."
(i) As a soldier, still good. Defeat your opponent, wipe him out, or, if you push him into retreat, you can say victory for now.
But from the standpoint of leading a soldier, that's not the best hand.
Because soldiers are exhausted if they fight. Physical strength will restore you. Or maybe a healing injury would be good. Now, if you die... or if you get seriously injured and you can't fight again, the army will drain.
Soldiers wearing hand salt, who have worked out and increased their practice, drain...... That's unseen damage. Therefore, for the military, when the end of the war has been opened, it is not the best.
- Win without fighting, right? Oh, not at all... I didn't know I had to think like a general...
If you were a soldier......, you just had to screw your enemies down with your sword arm.
But as for the empire's wisdom, the sword of Meer Luna Tiermoon, that's not enough.
"And well, I guess that's all I can do... I can't help it if I don't know what to expect. Let it be the rust of my sword."
The bandits, who still do not pull, let alone attack at once, loosely form a siege net. Dion somehow understood their mood.
"If you're the one who fights while protecting the carriage, or if you're just one, you might be able to take it away. Here, if we can take over Dion Alaia, we may be able to carry things in our favor...... I guess that's the place. Or were you interested in the person the carriage behind you is carrying..."
Either way, it's a choice that leads to death.
"If I had a werewolf, I would have made the decision to withdraw without getting lost..., oh, but if I had had that guy, I would have been more slashed this time. Because it's more fun."
Well, it was Dion trying to keep an eye on things a little more... but soon after, things change suddenly.
"The Royal Army!
A screaming voice, and at the same time a distant sight of dust.
Along with the sound of the horse's hooves shredding the earth, far away, I can see a group of horseback riders.
The bandits did not choose the recklessness of dealing with both Dion Alaia, the empire's most powerful god, and the Royal Army.
Immediately after, Dion feels the killer air released by the bandits diminish. At the same time, the horse's head of the thief flipped simultaneously. Dion gives an impressive voice to the bandits fleeing the scene in the same undisturbed motion they've been raiding.
"It's still brilliant. That wouldn't even make tracking happen...... oh?
"Lord Dion!
Turning his gaze, Dion finds a familiar boy at the head of the Royal Army.
"Lord Zion, will you lead the cavalry immediately? Prince Abel, quite brave, but... Well, I wonder if this is part of Her Royal Highness Princess Meer's plan..."
Speaking to himself in a small voice, Dion put his sword away.
"Yeah, he's pretty good."Dion snaps as he sees the arrow coming towards him.Dion grins contentedly that he has drawn a mountainous curve and has not removed himself, of the flying arrows, all of which are targeted.I purposefully run my horse at a constant speed to make it easy to aim, but even if I subtract it, the enemy's arms were considerable.The ground is grainy, nothing is even on the horse... hence...,"It's easy to prevent and helpful."Without daring, Dion intercepts from the front.The sword flashes of divine speed draw complex orbits and run. Light in lightning runs precisely through the orbit of an arrow, as if it had been planned since the beginning. I bounced all of that!It's like a bond.Yet in front of Dion, as if it were also a wall of wind, every arrow unleashed changes its orbit and flies in the direction of the day after tomorrow."But despite being on horseback, I didn't know I would shoot a bow so accurately...... Not even the cavalry of my empire."Shooting a target on a horse is a very challenging artist.An archer in an empire is either a sniper sniper targeting with a firm and stable scaffold, or a archer targeting on the surface by a large group."I didn't know you'd be shooting with sniper shooter concurrent accuracy from above the horse. After all, it doesn't look like he's just a bandit... sooner or later"Immediately after, Dion raises his left hand. In the hand stretched around the neck, a single arrow was gripped after the moment."A sniper with a time difference? Hmm...? Dion narrowed his eyes when he saw the tip of the arrow, like a stuffed sap."And poison arrows, huh. You mean even if you just scratch it, it's fatal? I see, a soldier in line would have died... Is this easier to do? Laughing happily, Dion turns his eyes to the bandits. Then he threw the arrow in his hand, high and upright,"My name is Dion Alaia. It is the sword of Her Royal Highness Princess Meer, the wisdom of a flourishing empire! Don't expect me to shoot you out of the safe zone without putting one life on the line."At the next moment, flash, flash, flash, and flash the fallen arrows.arrows cleaved into four pieces, showing them deliberately, and then"From those who don't need their lives, I hope they do. Oh, three or more, shall I suggest you strike at the same time? It's heartbreaking to overlook wasted lives, though you don't need them."After that, Dion intimidates, looking at the bandits.A faintly spreading wave of agitation to the bandits who heard his name. Dion doesn't miss that.- I see. Do you know my name... After all, is there a connection to the werewolf... Or does my notoriety mean that it's finally spread all the way to Sunkland?Dion's name was given for two purposes.One is to see if there is a connection between the bandits and the werewolves.The other is intimidation, by boasting its name.- If I were a werewolf, I'd tell Dion Alaia not to lay a hand on anything. Unless, of course, you have a sword arm comparable to Dion Alaia...If so, his own name could be a weapon that would encourage the other party to retreat."If we hit each other decently, we won't lose, though."i As a soldier, still good. Defeat your opponent, wipe him out, or, if you push him into retreat, you can say victory for now.But from the standpoint of leading a soldier, that's not the best hand.Because soldiers are exhausted if they fight. Physical strength will restore you. Or maybe a healing injury would be good. Now, if you die... or if you get seriously injured and you can't fight again, the army will drain.Soldiers wearing hand salt, who have worked out and increased their practice, drain...... That's unseen damage. Therefore, for the military, when the end of the war has been opened, it is not the best.- Win without fighting, right? Oh, not at all... I didn't know I had to think like a general...If you were a soldier......, you just had to screw your enemies down with your sword arm.But as for the empire's wisdom, the sword of Meer Luna Tiermoon, that's not enough."And well, I guess that's all I can do... I can't help it if I don't know what to expect. Let it be the rust of my sword."The bandits, who still do not pull, let alone attack at once, loosely form a siege net. Dion somehow understood their mood."If you're the one who fights while protecting the carriage, or if you're just one, you might be able to take it away. Here, if we can take over Dion Alaia, we may be able to carry things in our favor...... I guess that's the place. Or were you interested in the person the carriage behind you is carrying..."Either way, it's a choice that leads to death."If I had a werewolf, I would have made the decision to withdraw without getting lost..., oh, but if I had had that guy, I would have been more slashed this time. Because it's more fun."Well, it was Dion trying to keep an eye on things a little more... but soon after, things change suddenly."The Royal Army! A screaming voice, and at the same time a distant sight of dust.Along with the sound of the horse's hooves shredding the earth, far away, I can see a group of horseback riders.The bandits did not choose the recklessness of dealing with both Dion Alaia, the empire's most powerful god, and the Royal Army.Immediately after, Dion feels the killer air released by the bandits diminish. At the same time, the horse's head of the thief flipped simultaneously. Dion gives an impressive voice to the bandits fleeing the scene in the same undisturbed motion they've been raiding."It's still brilliant. That wouldn't even make tracking happen...... oh? "Lord Dion! Turning his gaze, Dion finds a familiar boy at the head of the Royal Army."Lord Zion, will you lead the cavalry immediately? Prince Abel, quite brave, but... Well, I wonder if this is part of Her Royal Highness Princess Meer's plan..."Speaking to himself in a small voice, Dion put his sword away.
