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"Hahahaha!"

"You are indeed the destined Assassin. It's been a long time since I've exercised my muscles like this."

"only--"

"It seems like someone doesn't want us to continue sparring like this."

"..."

Ian noticed something.

He turned around and saw a shocking scene.

The buildings in the distance that were originally hidden in the wind and sand are now finally clearly visible.

That is--

A magnificent temple?

From a distance, it seems that there is someone standing there!

788. The Return of Goddess Athena/Breaking Out of the Sandstorm! (4k)

After just a moment of observation, Ian sensed the visitor's ill intentions.

Although he did not reveal who he was, this distant appearance was enough to prove that he had seen the battle between himself and the first Hassan.

Who could that be...

Ian couldn't help feeling a little worried.

In any case, it is very likely that it is an enemy.

after all--

It is very likely that these are the beings who called themselves "gods" and drove the mountain people away from their original place of residence.

And this is indeed the case.

After confirming that Ian had seen the person standing on the temple, the First Generation Hassan quickly continued:

"Ian, there are enemies on the other side of the desert."

"It seems that the battle between me and you has to end here for the time being."

"I understand, old man." Ian put away the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur) and the Sword of Rotating Victory (Excalibur Galatine).

This doesn't mean men should do nothing about it.

On the contrary, he soon took another step.

Instead of the two holy swords in the lake, a black and gold bow and arrow appeared in the man's hand.

It was the Tauropolos, the bow of the heavens, an arrow that could be used to pray to Apollo, the sun god, and Artemis, the moon goddess.

"..."

Although the first Hassan did not know the name of this weapon, he realized what Ian wanted to do.

"You——"

"Want to issue a challenge?"

"Yes, indeed." The man nodded, not denying the original Hassan's statement at all. "Since they occupied other people's living space for no reason, they must be invaders, right?"

"If that's the case...why can't we just issue a declaration of war openly?"

"Aren't you afraid they'll find out?" the First Hassan continued. "Isn't this really too brazen?"

"But they will eventually learn about these things, and they won't give up their oppression of the Mountain People just because of this."

"Instead of that—"

Ian pulled the Tauropolos bow to its full extent, squinted his eyes, and aimed at the being standing on the temple in the distance.

"It would be better to tell him from the beginning that we know all this. That way, he might be able to face fewer traps!"

"..."

"Hahahaha." The first generation Hassan laughed loudly. Holding the giant sword in his hand, he seemed to be really happy from the bottom of his heart.

"I haven't met someone as unique as you in a long time - Ian Pendragon, it's a great blessing to be quietly devoted to you."

"I'll wait until I defeat those enemies before I can offer you that kind of congratulations."

"That's all right." The first Hassan responded to Ian's words, "Since you want to invade there openly, let me help you."

The powerful old man once again demonstrated his magic.

And this time, because they were united against the outside world, the first generation Hassan did not hold back like he did when he had a "one-on-one fight" with Ian before.

The Tauropolos was stained with a thick layer of black, and was constantly emitting thick black air, as if it could destroy everything it touched.

"Go-"

"Let's offer some surprises to those outsiders who come to the Mountain People's territory."

"it is good!"

A hissing sound.

The bow of the Tauropolos (Sky Bow) is drawn in.

The arrow that had been "strengthened" by the first generation Hassan flew straight towards the location of the temple.

only--

The man did not see what a surprise this arrow brought to the other party.

Because the yellow sand soon swept over the West Village where everyone was once again, and it was so violent that it seemed as if it wanted to destroy the village.

Ian and the first Hassan looked at each other.

Although they lived in very different times, they understood each other's thoughts in an instant.

"Old man, it's time to go there."

"Yeah, that's what I think too."

Ever since——

The extremely fierce "Hassan Civil War" came to a temporary halt, and instead, everyone headed towards the temple.

On the other side of the desert, there are enemies...

Both the Hassan sect and Ian of Chaldea fully understood this.

Ten minutes later.

Sayaka put her hands in front of her face and was able to open her eyes with difficulty.

This sandstorm is really too exaggerated——

Ever since she was born, or more precisely, since she was given the name "Sayaka", the assassin girl had never witnessed such a terrifying desert rage.

In the raging storm, every grain of sand that hit the face was full of power, as if it was waiting to scratch Hassan and his friends' cheeks at any time.

The progress of the Hassan Order therefore became extremely slow.

"Are you okay, Sayaka?"

Ian's voice calmed the worried girl down a little.

"I am okay!"

Sayaka quickly replied.

"This isn't my first time encountering a sandstorm...it's just a little bigger this time! But it's no problem, I can definitely handle this!"

"..."

Ian didn't say anything, but grabbed Sayaka, brought her to his side, and protected her behind him.

"Follow me and don't let go."

"Eh……"

"What? Don't you like this? Don't you already call me Master Ian?"

"No, that's not happening!" The girl's shyness was completely hidden in the wind and sand, leaving only the heartbeat that only she could hear to prove her love in the yellow wind.

"I... love this!"

"That's good."

Holding Sayaka's hand, Ian took advantage of the situation and pulled Mary to his side.

"Meli, you mustn't let go. If you get lost in the desert, it won't be easy to find you."

"It's okay." Meili sniffed expressionlessly. "I've completely memorized your scent, so even if I'm abandoned like a cat, I'll definitely find my way back."

"and……"

"and?"

"And why did you hold Sayaka's hand first instead of mine?" Meili's voice came faintly from the wind, and seemed to carry a hint of sourness.

"Feeling... ignored."

"Don't be jealous of me at a time like this, Miss Meili."

Ian held Mary's and Sayaka's hands tightly, one on each side.

"If we get blown away by the sandstorm, there's no way we can come back."

"..."

Mary was silent for a while, and then responded to Ian's words - this seemed to be a compromise between her and what he had just said.

Vinegar...eat it later.

"But we haven't moved very far yet."

"..."

“Not much further…?”

Through the wind and sand, Ian could barely see Mary beside him. Although it was a little blurry, it was enough for the man to confirm that she was not joking.

"Ah."

Mary nodded.

"From the moment we set out, I've been recording the route we've taken."

“In reality, the distance we have traveled… is far less than we thought.”

"..."

Ian understood that at this moment, what Mary said was definitely not a joke.

So, what exactly is the cause of all this...

The man observed his surroundings for a moment and soon came up with a guess.

Obviously, it's the wind and sand.

After he shot that arrow with the Tauropolos Bow, this kind of sandstorm blew all the way from the West Village to the present day.

Although it may not have been done by the people in the temple, it probably wouldn't be that bad.

after all--