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Archer showed no slackening in the face of the goddess of love. Although he had learned that the goddess before him was the only deity in all of India that Arjuna believed was unnecessary, she was still a goddess.
Enveloped in the Vayu the Fiery Blade, Archer, despite gaining a form of simulated Magnetic Field Power through divine infusion, unfortunately lacked any experience in close combat as a summoned Archer Class Servant. Even if he were to use this power to beat someone up, he would essentially be nothing more than a powerful thug.
Therefore, Archer must not allow himself to be approached by his opponent; he must fully utilize Archer's abilities.
Don't think that this will make me unable to find you.
Archer closed his eyes, and in the next moment, the power of the Vayu gathered in the crossbow in his hand, and a wind-piercing arrow shot towards the sky. Then a flame ignited, and the arrow instantly turned to ashes.
"Oh? I've been discovered. No, was it based on my intuition? Is this intuition that has been elevated to a skill?" Kama flicked away the Flames of Shiva in her hand. After obtaining Shiva's fire, she could say that she could freely control this flame that could destroy everything. Kama narrowed her eyes slightly, sizing up the enemy before her.
"Aren't you going to use that second arrow? The one you hid must be some kind of Noble Phantasm."
Upon hearing Kama's words, Archer froze. He had indeed concealed the second arrow, but he hadn't expected his opponent to discover it so quickly.
"The archer using a crossbow, with a second arrow concealed on his person—you must be William Tell."
A voice came from the side Bai Mo, Tell real name had been revealed, felt a sudden tremor in his heart. He turned around and saw Nezha being carried by Bai Mo like a sleeping kangaroo. Unlike the other two divine generals, Nezha was a god, the one most capable of unleashing divinely bestowed combat power. But now, this greatest hope could no longer be relied upon.
"Ah, that expression... it seems my Master was right." Kama smiled and raised an arrow. Tell caught between two sides. Meanwhile, Bai Mo frowned slightly and asked Tell, "You don't seem like the kind of person who would become Arjuna's accomplice. That guy selects humans like toys, and when necessary, he probably won't even show mercy to children."
Are you sure you want to help that kind of god?
"What are you talking about? Work is work." William Tell thought as the arrows continued to fire around him, unleashing the full power of the Vayu. Tell's face instantly turned ashen. The hurricane enveloped the arrows, instantly transforming them into Storm. The arrows in the wind resembled a school of fish in the deep sea, seemingly ready to devour everything. Kama, however, merely frowned slightly in the face of this attack.
"Forget it, it'll be troublesome if you keep running. If this is all you have, I'll just finish you off."
As soon as he finished speaking, a blank page of the Vedas appeared, Kama extended his finger and wrote on it.
Bless me that I may not be wounded by arrows; bless me that I may not be harmed by Storm; bless me that my enemies may run into my weapons.
"As you wish, child." Brahma's voice rang out, and the next moment, two blessings from the supreme god immediately came upon Kama. She picked up the Jingang and stepped into William Tell's Storm as if it were nothing.
William Tell froze on the spot. The Tell moment, Jingang vajra landed directly on his forehead, or rather, a strange force pulled his head like a magnet to Kama's Jingang. With a crisp sound, William Tell flew backward.
"Forehead..."
He felt his head bobbing around inside his skull like a ball, and at the same time, he felt a sense of absurdity.
Is blessing in India something like a takeout meal, given out as you please?
"Alright, is that enough? Where's the other divine general?"
As Kama spoke, he floated to Bai Mo's side, while William Tell struggled to lift his eyes to look at the pocket watch wrapped around his wrist, which still had a little time left on it.
Damn it, is there still not enough time?
William Tell felt helpless, already sensing the failure of his plan, but suddenly, Nezha beside him burst out with a sharp bang. Magnetic Field Power, accompanied by tyrannical magic, surged continuously, and the surrounding magical artifacts seemed to come alive, constantly flying around.
Faced with this sudden burst of power, everyone was visibly stunned. Bai Mo was surprised; he should have rewritten Arjuna's instructions through the spell, and Nezha should be back to normal now. William Tell, on the other hand, looked like a drowning person who had suddenly grabbed onto something, his eyes filled with hope.
As expected of Nezha, a figure from Eastern mythology, even in a moment like this, he can create opportunities!
William Tell glanced at his watch out of the corner of his eye; it showed only a fraction of a second remaining. Forty-five seconds to go. As one of the Heaven's top elite warriors, Marshal Zhongtan— Nezha—surely surviving those forty-five seconds would be more than enough.
"Come, Nezha, let this mortal see your divine power!"
William Tell grinned as Nezha drew his Demon-Slaying Sword, unleashing a surge of immense power that exceeded the limits of his body. His form was like a shattered piece of porcelain, riddled with cracks.
Seeing this, William Tell also admired the dedication of his colleague whom he had only known for a short time; this colleague was completely unprepared to leave himself any way out.
What loyalty!
The next moment, under the wary gazes of everyone, Nezha grabbed the Demon-Slaying Demon-Slaying Sword and slashed it towards his neck.
She committed suicide.
William Tell:?
"Hey, what are you doing all of a sudden?" Bai Mo reached out, wanting to activate the Magnetic Field Power to repair it, but Nezha didn't hesitate to start fencing again, with the same momentum as when he used to slice flesh and remove bones.
But no one was pressuring her at this point, so Bai Mo asked herself if she had gone too far with her.
"What are you doing, Nezha?!" William Tell yelled in frustration. "I had so high expectations of you, and this is the last thing you did?"
Faced with everyone's doubts, Nezha simply spoke slowly, uttering two words.
"Father..."
Everyone was somewhat puzzled, but Bai Mo, being an Easterner, inexplicably thought of a possibility concerning Nezha's father, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li.