Chapter 299: Magic Arrows (2/2)

Not only was he stunned, but Leonel was even more so.

His arrow sailed, shooting into the ground and managing to land on the thigh of an unassuming mage who cried out in pain. However, Leonel was still in a daze.

He missed? He never missed. Outside of the time Leonel took to get used to the recoil of 15th century guns within the Mayan Tomb Zone, he couldn't remember the last time he missed. Even during his career as a quarterback, unless it was a hit impeding his throwing motion… He had never missed his target.

It was such a shock to Leoenl that he almost paused his steps, not believing what he was seeing.

It was at that moment Leonel realized that the drain of his Spirit Pressure affected far more than he thought it had.

'This is bad…'

Leonel was the only one who realized just how bad his situation was. Others thought it was simply normal if a bowman missed once in a while, not to mention the fact that Leonel's arrow had still technically hit a target. But, Leonel knew that if he stayed here for any longer, his situation would turn dire soon.

”Mages!” Lamorak coldly commanded.

Lamorak had waited here all this time. How could he not be aware of Leonel's potential escape route?

He might have been more powerful than Leonel, but his main occupation was as a General. The importance of a General Star to Camelot just might be greater than a Three Star Magus despite the fact there was more of the former than the latter.

However, one had to know that just because one had awakened a General Star didn't necessarily mean theirs was at the highest level nor did it mean it was necessarily serviceable, even.

It could only be said that Lamorak's was far beyond a normal level…

A volley of arrow spells shots into the skies, falling toward Leonel like a rain of meteors.

Arrows of earth, fire, wind and water… it felt as though all the elements of the world were converging onto a single man. The surge of Force was so great the front wall of the castle collapsed, widening the doorway until it was dozens of meters across.

'Little Blackstar.'

Leonel grit his teeth. He knew this move took a lot out of the little guy, but he had no choice. Most of the spells he had prepared in advance had collapsed after his Soul Force ran out. And obviously, he had no ability to cast any more.

The little mink stood on his four little paws, latching onto Leonel's hair. He growled, his hair standing on end until he seemed to double in size.

Just when Leonel was about to be completely overwhelmed, his body was suddenly covered by a thin layer of black fog.

SHUUUUU!

The violent fluctuations of magic shot through him completely, shattering the ground beneath him and leaving the ground of the castle in shambles.