Chương 11: -11- Arrow soaring amidst the forest
At this moment, Rozen's consciousness truly began to drift away.
His mind seemed to split into hundreds of parts, flying to various corners of the forest.
Then, hundreds of scenes appeared in his mind.
These scenes were from different corners of the forest.
Some were in a static state, as if seen through surveillance cameras, while others were in motion, reporting the situation from various corners of the forest to Rozen.
And so, Rozen saw them.
From different corners of the forest, "creatures" were rushing towards him.
They were creatures with blue-colored muscles, sharp fangs protruding from their mouths, wielding sticks in their hands, and their reptilian heads resembling crocodiles and lizards.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
The lizardmen roared like wild beasts as they ran towards Rozen's direction.
Upon closer inspection, there was a small bird flying in front of each of these lizardmen.
Clearly, the lizardmen were chasing after these birds, heading towards Rozen.
Rozen closed his eyes, observing the scene while calculating in his mind.
"A single one is not terrifying; it's just a middle-level familiar. I can handle it alone. However, the number is significant, exactly 312, and still increasing."
"With this number, if I get surrounded, even with me alone, as long as there are ten present, there's almost a 90% chance I won't be able to escape. Even with Archer present, a few dozen would be manageable, but with so many, half of them pose a danger."
"Simulated battles are still battles. Just because I have a Servant doesn't mean it's a guaranteed victory. It has to be challenging, or else it won't serve its purpose as training."
"Unfortunately..."
"I still have to beat the low-level opponents."
As Rozen mumbled to himself, behind him, Archer had unknowingly drawn a bow.
"Buzz!"
Under the surge of magic, an arrow appeared in Archer's hand, ready on the bowstring.
At that moment, Rozen also infused magic into Archer's body.
Servants are ultimately spiritual beings, and their physical form relies on magic. They don't naturally exist in this world, so if they want to stay in this world, someone has to provide them with magic.
The amount of magic a Servant needs cannot be provided solely by the mage, which is one of the reasons why humans cannot summon Servants on their own.
Just the existence of a Servant requires the consumption of magic.
Once they enter battle, the consumption of magic becomes even more significant.
Fortunately, as Chaldea provides support for the Masters, they can use the Heroic Spirit Summoning System to supply the necessary magical energy.
However, for the Servants, the presence of a Master is still essential.
As long as there is a Master who has formed a contract, they can establish a connection through the contract and provide magical energy to the Servants.
The more magical energy there is, the greater power the Servants can unleash.
Now, Rozen has provided a large amount of magical energy to Archer, causing the dark mist around Archer to surge and roll intensely.
Then...
"Three o'clock direction! Release!"
Rozen commanded.
"Thud!"
Accompanied by a bell-like sound, an arrow turned into a shooting star, streaking towards the front.
The moment Archer released the bowstring, the arrow shot out with tremendous force, stirring up a fierce wind and landed in a direction inside the forest.
There, a lizardman rushed forward and directly met the incoming arrow.
"Crack!"
The sound of flesh tearing echoed.
The arrow, filled with magical energy, pierced through the lizardman's tough iron-like green skin, tearing through its incredibly solid muscles, and went straight through its chest, coming out from its back.
"Wuah!"
The lizardman let out a painful wail, and amidst a spray of blood, it fell to the ground, lifeless.
The sound of the arrow tearing through the air and the impact of the gust of wind arrived here only at this moment.
Facing a magical creature that Rozen alone would have struggled to kill, it was instantly slain by a single strike from his Servant.
This is the power of a Servant.
This is the beginning of the slaughter.
Rozen issued another command.
"Seven o'clock direction! Release!"
The arrow cut through the sky, shooting towards the seven o'clock direction.
"Crack!"
The sound of flesh tearing resounded again as the arrow pierced through another lizardman's head, leaving it no time to scream before it fell dead.
"Eleven o'clock direction! Release!"
The arrow flew through the forest, directly aiming at the direction Rozen indicated.
"Crack!"
Another lizardman was pierced through its body. Driven by the immense force of the arrow, it crashed into the trees behind and was impaled.
So, Rozen continued to give continuous instructions.
"One o'clock direction! Release!"
"Five o'clock direction! Release!"
"Nine o'clock direction! Release!"
"Twelve o'clock direction! Release!"
"Eight o'clock!"
"Five o'clock!"
"Ten o'clock!"
"Seven o'clock!"
"Release!"
"Release!"
"Release!"
Under Rozen's each and every instruction, arrows filled with magical energy leaped through the forest, shooting towards the direction of each lizardman.
Each arrow hit its mark without fail, piercing, tearing, and sending the powerful lizardmen flying, causing them to drop dead, leaving behind pools of blood.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
The howls of the lizardmen continued, whether out of anger or fear.
In this situation, Archer's shots kept on going.
Although the number of lizardmen was steadily decreasing, they kept charging forward.
...
Chaldea, Central Control Room.
Here, the voices of numerous technicians were constantly reporting.
"Ether particle infiltration—everything's normal!"
"Imaginary World—maintaining stability!"
"Simulated battles—progressing smoothly!"
"Magical energy values fluctuating steadily! Continue monitoring!"
"Keep monitoring!"
"Monitor!"
The technicians reported loudly while operating the various instruments in front of them, busy as can be.
Olga Marie gazed at the scene, looking at the projections displayed on the screens before her.
Among them, the scenes of the simulated battles of the nine Masters were playing.
Olga Marie looked at each one, then stopped at one in particular.
It was the simulation battle where Rozen was located.
Watching Rozen continuously giving orders to his Servant, allowing the servent to exhibit a perfect marksmanship, accurately killing each charging lizardman, Olga Marie couldn't help but bite her fingernail.
"Still as excellent as ever—don't you think so?"
These words came from Lev beside Olga Marie.
Lev was also watching Rozen's simulated battle, seemingly aware of what Olga Marie was thinking. He smiled and spoke in a teasing tone.
"To achieve such results, what do you think he did? Mary?"
Lev said this with a somewhat playful tone, seemingly knowing something about Rozen's actions.
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