This arrow came too fast.
When blood blossoms burst from Alurag's chest, the air along its path ruptured explosively, piercing through a vertical formation of shields, and the four-armed skeletal warrior crumbled into White Bone scattered on the ground.
Alurag's eyes widened in disbelief at the piercing wound on his face.
Pu-chi~!
He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, nearly stumbling and falling over.
His eyes filled with both shock and rage.
There's no need to guess the identity of the other party; it wasn't the God of War but the God of Hunting, who had controlled the arrows and slayed the City Lord last time.
He really was helping the Orcs.
The gap between a Demigod and one who is not is just too vast.
Alurag clutched his wound, his organs fragmented and blood oozed out.
Unlike last time when he was instantly killed, this time, despite the grave injuries, he did not die immediately.
