About me taking the guild through time as a hunter

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☆ 79. Dang Dang Dang! Accelerator wins! !

Dang Dang Dang! Accelerator wins! !

It was like thunder and lightning in the clouds exploding on the ground, and it seemed to come from the deepest terror in the blood. In the boundless shock, flying bricks and house-sized building debris hit the crowd like an apocalyptic rain.

In the shock of standing unsteadily, people who subconsciously looked up to the sky due to the sound of explosions. When they saw this scene, their faces could not help but reveal their despair for reality.

In the bleak silence where no one screamed, the girl holding the little bear doll looked at the suddenly dark sky in confusion - a clock dial with a diameter of 7 meters was pressing towards her.

The copper clock dial, distorted by the tragic explosion, completely blocked her view of the sky.

Children who do not understand death naturally do not know the horror of death.

This may be her only luck at this time.

The Flare Cannon was developed in 513 AD and was finally completed last year.

This is a magical research conducted entirely by humans. It is an epoch-making product among everyone in the Council. There is no doubt that it has the strength to annihilate the White Frost Dragon King in one blow.

Because of this, such a trump card will only be used when the country is in crisis, just because the more than 70-meter-high earth marrow magic transformation device is so precise and immovable.

Once the reviewed country discovers that humans have such powerful weapons but conceals them from the public, it is very likely that the dragon kings will collectively dismantle them, and the Theocratic Nation's century-old efforts will be in vain.

What was the reason that made the priests change their minds and decide to use such weapons against their enemies?

Juesi Jueming couldn't figure out the reason, he just stared blankly at the place hit by the golden torrent.

Unless she wears the protective equipment left by the gods, the ashes will not be left behind - this is the reality she should see.

But the torrent of magic power that should have flashed away like a brief firework stopped in front of her, in front of her eyes.

It's like a still painting made of light, and it's like the starry sky that only opens your eyes late at night falls in front of you. The magic clumps are like multi-angular ice edges, crushed into pieces by someone's will and spread out.

If I had to use one word to describe this scene, it would be [butterfly].

The torrent of light originally intended to attack someone spread out like a flock of startled butterflies.

Thousands of tiny magic clumps poured out light, just like the wings that only appeared in dreams. With the white-haired boy as the center, they flew away peacefully and silently.

The young man who walked out of the overflowing light stream without even a speck of dust stained his tone was still so understated: