The Ex-Machina in Dimensional Travel

Whoosh, whoosh—

Before Xiu Er could grab his weapon.

Atalanta, who had already leaped back into the shadows of the forest when Achilles prepared to sprint, struck first.

Two arrows tore through the air, becoming two green meteors as they flew out from the woods.

One arrow targeted Xiu Er's right hand as it reached for his weapon, while the other targeted El Re'em, which he was about to seize.

Though the two arrows landed close together, each had its own target.

Having instantly calculated where the arrows would land, Xiu Er did not panic. An attack of this level could not break through his defenses, but he still gave up on retrieving his weapon.

Because following close behind the arrows was a certain green speedster.

The arrow aimed at the weapon completed its task perfectly. The weapon that had been within Xiu Er's reach was knocked dozens of meters away by Atalanta's shot.

Xiu Er casually pulled back his hand and avoided the other arrow, but Atalanta did not care. Her goal of preventing the enemy from obtaining his weapon had already been achieved.

At that moment, Achilles had already charged in front of Xiu Er.

"Sorry."

A faintly apologetic remark drifted lightly from Achilles's mouth.

Yet his movements carried not the slightest hesitation. The sharp spearhead split the air as he moved at high speed, thrusting toward the face of the person before him with unstoppable force.

Naturally, he would not waste the opening his companion had created for him.

Facing the spearhead that rushed at him and arrived before his eyes in a blink, Xiu Er could already sense its sharpness—the intent to pierce straight through him—before it had even touched him.

It seemed Achilles truly intended to end this quickly, just as Atalanta had said. Even