"Screaming so miserably; that must mean the problem isn't serious."
In the distance, Old Goat's massive body was bent over, swept to the ground by a tremendous force, barreling dozens of miles along the surface.
After hitting the ground, he seemed to struggle, wanting to get up, but to little avail.
And at the core of his curled-up body, an Evil Dragon's form materialized, tens of feet in size, fangs bared as it clenched a black arrow brimming with killing intent in its jaws, both claws gripping the latter half of the projectile.
Old Goat, with drooping eyelids, lay on the ground, quietly waiting.
The arrow was indeed a God Slaying Arrow, but alas, the giant crossbow turned out to be a counterfeit.
Otherwise, even if the Evil Dragon's body had forcibly taken the hit, it would surely have suffered heavy damage.
Since the real God Slaying Arrow has emerged, it seems that fellow is in a hurry, determined to bury everyone here.
