Crack!
Alex had imbued the arrow with all of his additional abilities. Its power was three times more powerful than the previous arrow.
However, he did not expect that the Black Robe would possess extremely powerful abilities. While retaliating against the old monk, he could still swing the weapon in his hand and sever the demonic arrow. Even so, the broken arrow grazed his jawbone and tore apart his black robe, leaving a scratch on his chin.
The Black Robe roared furiously. He roared continuously, telling Alex to aim properly before shooting.
As a result, one arrow, two arrows, three arrows were shot… Until the fifth arrow, the Black Robe was completely infuriated as he finally sensed something was wrong. He turned around and looked at Alex and the Mystic Maiden.
Roar!
“Who are you? D*mn it. You are not Logres Leonard. Where is Logres Leonard?!”
Alex looked at the Black Robe and just abandoned Arash’s Bow. This was not really his specialty, but he thought of his wife, Dorothy Assex. She was the master of archery. When he thought about her every time, he felt heartache and wondered how she was now and whether she could return. However, now it was not the time to think about all those. So he put away Arash’s Bow and took out Athena’s spear and shield without saying anything.
When he took out those two weapons, the Black Robe was completely stunned.
Shocked and puzzled, the aura on him suddenly changed as he blurted out, “Medusa’s Aegis Shield? Who are you? Where did you get Medusa’s Aegis Shield from?”
Alex froze for a brief moment and thought, ’Isn’t this called the Shield of Victory Goddess? Why did he say Medusa’s Aegis Shield?’
However, that thing was not originally his, so he did not understand it well either. So he simply did not speak and stood together with the Mystic Maiden, all geared up for the combat.
When the Black Robe saw that, greed manifested in his pitch-black eye sockets. “This is a supreme treasure of my clan! Hand it over!”
Alex looked at the old monk.
At this moment, he was a little worried.
The old monk took out the scripture and pretended to concede defeat earlier, but he allowed Alex to attack secretly. He was quite crafty, a trickster. Alex was afraid that this monk did not abide by the rules and taboos of Buddhism and had a glib tongue without a word of truth. If he abandoned them and refused to help them at this point, they would be in deep trouble.
“Hand it over!”
His target was the shield in Alex’s hand.
Alex fiercely shot the Golden Spear in his hand out with all his might. However, the Black Robe slapped it away casually. The difference in strength between both parties was too noticeable.
It was then that the old monk turned into a streak of golden lightning and descended from the sky.
He turned his Vajra Phantasm into some sort of force field cage, enveloping both Alex and the Black Robe at once.
“Gone, gone, everyone has gone to the other shore, awakening, svaha…”
One by one, Buddhist texts appeared in the shrouded space, and a booming voice enlightened them at once. As the divine power in Alex’s body received stimulation from the Buddhist scriptures, the golden lake churned.
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