He hated it.
Sagittarius hated Albert. He hated his laughter.
He also hated how Albert bullied his pet.
The blue medieval armor was clearly no ordinary item. Sagittarius had not been injured by that punch.
But his warhorse's anguished cry was enough to demonstrate its power.
He was furious.
Ever since the Three Towers Sequence had brought him here, nothing had gone according to plan because of this old man's presence.
Albert had truly reached the level of a god.
But that had only been the third arrow. He had nine in total.
Nine arrows, each with a different domain and a different degree of power.
Facing Albert, Sagittarius surrounded himself with a chaos domain. It was a defensive stance that, combined with his blue armor, meant Albert would have to put everything into an attack to break through.
Sagittarius nocked another arrow without a word.
But faces he despised had gradually begun appearing before his eyes.
"Little brother, what skill is there in riding a horse and playing with a slingshot? Why not let me kill you and make you part of my game? I'll give you the finest warhorse. A unicorn? A qilin? Even a dragon would do. Hehe, you can have anything you want. But would you please die for me?"
Ranked above him, yet fond of pretending to be a child. Utterly disgusting.
Sagittarius did not know why this person had come to mind.
Of course, it was not just that person.
Watching Albert swing his fist with overwhelming force and break through adversity, he also remembered that red-haired fellow clad in animal hides, his muscles exposed.
"If you're not strong enough, stay far away. Hide in a corner where no one can see you or find you, and perhaps you can become a threat."
"But