O Sun, Submit to Death!

Achilles wore a triumphant smile as well.

Victory was already within his grasp.

All he needed to do was thrust out his spearpoint.

—Then, with a clang.

Sword and spear collided.

"What?"

Achilles's vision flickered, and he finally saw his opponent clearly.

It was—

Assassin's Master?

"Are you all right, Gord? Mr. Caules?" Sieg gripped his sword.

"It's a good thing you came." Gord let out a sigh of relief. "Otherwise, we would have been finished."

Achilles took a slight step back, putting some distance between them. The delight on his face was practically overflowing.

"Tsk, tsk. Assassin may not be here, but having his Master here is good enough. Ready to die, little girl?"

"I should be the one saying that. —Red Faction Rider, your name is Achilles, right? Did you kill Siegfried?" Sieg stared fixedly at Achilles.

"That's right. I did."

"Then prepare to die. I will avenge Siegfried!"

The Sun, Submit to Death!

Karna lightly swung his golden spear, and the dancing weapon shredded the arrows.

Though those arrows were not divine treasures bestowed by the sun god, Heracles knew very well that none of the weapons he carried were weak.

Athena had given him a bronze shield, Hermes had given him a sword, and even his quiver had been bestowed by Hephaestus.

Even the shafts of his arrows were forged from refined iron.

Yet that golden wheel had snapped the arrows apart with a single swing, making Heracles grow wary.

"Your attacks are not very powerful. They pose no threat at all. Archer, is this all the strength you have?" Karna's expression remained blank, but his fair face was filled with mockery.

Yet even as he mocked him, his steps did not slow in the slightest.

Generally speaking, Archer was a class that used bows as