Robin was terrified, as if her soul were about to leave her body. She was completely drowned by a wave of fear.
"Have you had enough?"
At that moment, a voice that sounded as though it wanted to kill someone slowly flowed through the air. The Black Crown appeared in that instant.
Not long ago, Russell had kicked Brother Zhou Tian in the crotch so hard that his brain stopped responding.
And now, every arrow here was a spell built upon that very skill.
Based on Russell's understanding of flesh magic, the instant they struck, they would cause the victim's body to mutate and grow organs resembling magical circuits. Those organs would continuously draw life force and convert it into mana, then replicate and unleash the crotch-shattering impact!!
"Otto, lend me your power."
He muttered and made the motion of drawing a longbow.
Over a hundred streams of pitch-black air quietly emerged in the void, spreading soundlessly like the breath of the underworld before taking the shape of sharp arrows.
"Run, hurry and run!!"
A group of Masked Fools clutched their asses and wailed in terror. Their screams rose and fell one after another as they fled in every direction in utter panic, like Nationalist generals fleeing for their lives, as if hundreds of savage beasts were chasing them from behind.
But was archery that locked onto fate really so easy to evade?!
Miserable screams and blissful soul-leaving moans echoed throughout the tavern, forming a symphony of joy.
Then everyone fled at incredible speed, as though driven by some mysterious force. Leveraging World's End's strange and unique properties, they raced directly toward distant planets.
Their figures drew arcs through the starry sky. They looked as if MacArthur himself had possessed them, filled with determination and fearlessness.
In merely a few