Step by step, the little boy is getting closer to me, like the devil's claws.

My hand holding the gun trembled a little, too many unknowns gathered on this pair of siblings. Park is still struggling under Whirt's body. I glanced at Sasa and Simmon from the corner of my eye, and the second magic arrow was already approaching.

Today is destined to be a day that resembles a superhero animated movie the most.

Catherine's brother blocked the magic arrow with his arm, it seemed like he managed to block it, but it was different from the barrier magic's blocking. The magic arrow was like a bullet train, forcibly halted by an invisible force, and then broken in mid-air.

I started to retreat, increasing the distance between me and the Catherine siblings.

But at this moment, I seemed to have guessed something. If, if there was someone powerful enough to see the high-speed magic arrow from Whirt clearly and cast a long-distance force magic with extremely fast reaction speed, they could indeed slow down the magic arrow and break the shaft in mid-air.

However, discovering, reacting, and casting these three steps could be completed almost simultaneously, effortlessly by this boy who appeared to be around fourteen or fifteen years old.

Death would not only come to me but also to Sasa, Park, and anyone else in the vicinity.

"So annoying, always having sticks flying around~"

"Brother, they're over there."

Catherine's sister pointed to the roof where Sasa and Simmon were located. My heart tightened. Who knows what earth-shattering magic they still had? They might just conjure up a huge fireball and blow up the house.

"Let's ignore them. Big brother will take you to play~"

I made a decision. The effectiveness of talking big was usually to buy time and create a better opportunity for oneself. But now, talking big no longer had a delaying effect. These siblings were crazy, and talking big wouldn't work on them.

"Well... alright, big brother. Let's play xxxx."

"Okay, fine."

I didn't understand what they wanted to play, so I could only agree. If I refused, they would go "play" with Sasa.

Assessing our fighting power and analyzing the battlefield were now useless because the three of us humans and a Medusa were facing the overwhelming advantage of Catherine's siblings. It was like facing a market leader. To bring down the leader, one could only use funds greater than all its assets. But we didn't have that.

"Raul! Shoot!"

Park had already gotten up from under Whirt and fired the gun in his hand. My reaction speed was already fast, but by the time I drew my gun, Park had been disarmed. The revolver was yanked from Park's big hand and adjusted its aim in mid-air. The artisan's hands still maintained the posture of holding the gun, staring blankly at the muzzle aimed at himself.

I had seen long-distance force magic, but I had never seen such precise manipulation of long-distance force magic. Using magic to manipulate a gun, including pulling the hammer and pressing the trigger, couldn't be described as just powerful anymore.

Emergency situations kept happening one after another, finally allowing my brain to regain the efficiency it had during the first encounter with the Group of Five. The gun in my hand quickly fired, not aiming at Catherine's siblings, but at the gun floating in the air aiming at Park. Two closely-linked gunshots, Park stood intact in his original spot, and a look of surprise gradually appeared on Catherine's brother's face, which then uncontrollably turned into the repetitive and eerie laughter of a child from a horror movie.

Another gun was useless, I saved Park, but the disadvantage still remained unchanged.

"Big brother's toy is so much fun, let me borrow it~"

"No, it's still too dangerous for you." Katherine siblings had flawed thinking, like how they were now fixated on the magical revolving gun, forgetting that they could easily kill me with telekinesis. I quickly hid the gun behind me, as the only condition for using magic was to have cognitive awareness of the target object. Without seeing the gun, they couldn't repeat their previous trick.

"Big brother is so stingy, hmph~"

"No, I..."

Retracting my previous words, their thinking wasn't flawed, or rather, whether their thinking was flawed or not no longer mattered, because I was forcibly turned around by magic, facing away from Katherine siblings, and the gun in my hand was now visible.

At this critical moment, the balance of power finally shifted as Leya and Nephila entered the scene.

The sound of the Dark Annihilation Spear clashing against the barrier and dissipating sounded like a grinding wheel cutting through aluminum alloy, marking Leya's iconic appearance.

"Raul, get out of here! Sasa, you too!"

The White Queen's command was unusually stern, and Nephila said nothing as her spider silk spread rapidly towards Katherine siblings. They must have witnessed the previous battle.

"Sister, look at that person, it looks like a spider."

"Yeah, so gross, big brother, get rid of it quickly."

Nephila was a born killing machine, but she might not be as ferocious when facing Katherine siblings as she was when massacring the Sunset Cavalry. She needed her spider silk to achieve higher mobility, so when Katherine sister extended her finger, flames burst forth. Nephila was forced to stop her assault and cut off the spider silk, moving around them to find an opportunity.

Leya didn't stay idle either, continuing to ram into the barrier just like before, but Katherine sister also erected a barrier, and the impact had no effect other than making a sound.

Taking advantage of their chaotic battle, I had already made it to the rooftop and joined Wolfrang, Sasa, and Simmon.

Racking my brain, I referenced all the previous experiences fighting against magicians. In theory, a magician's magic power would surely deplete, as long as I kept consuming it. But the magic power of Katherine siblings seemed endless, and the magic they used was incredibly powerful. Just talking about Katherine sister, she had already blocked two Dark Annihilation Spears with the barrier, used heat manipulation once, and even counterattacked with some fire magic. The crucial issue was that they didn't rely on gem amplification, yet their magic was stronger than if it were amplified!

"Husband, Leya will die if we keep fighting like this."

"I know."

"I want to go down and help them."

"You stay here!"

"But Leya will die!"

Sasa shouted, her voice loud, startling all of us. It was rare to see my wife in such an emotional state, and of course, my mood was not good either, but Sasa and I weren't the same as back then. Even my wife understood that if she got angry, she would only feel frustrated because she couldn't do anything about it. Without the petrification magic, Medusa's combat strength was halved.

"Listen to me, now I don't know their weaknesses, but if we kill one of them first, that will certainly work."

"No, I can't bear it any longer."

Wolfrang didn't even listen to what I was saying, he was already burning with rage because of his injured younger brother, and he had reached his limit by being able to hold back until now. If it weren't for my strict order, he probably would have been covered in wounds by now.

"Wolfrang, your werewolves have no advantage at all, stay hidden!"

"Raul is right, Wolfrang, don't go."

"But he's my brother!"

"I know! If your brother dies today, Leya will also die, I will die, Sasa will die, we will all die! Why are you so eager to be the first one to die? If your brother doesn't die, none of us will die!"

I don't even know what I'm saying anymore, because the situation that day made it impossible for me to think calmly.

But what should I do now? Leya and Nephila can probably hold on for another five minutes. The reason Nephila can't win is because of the fire magic. Catherine always creates explosions of fire or uses the surrounding environment to create fire. Leya is already disoriented from the magic that was cast on her from a distance.

Among all this, Catherine's move "Fire Tornado" is extremely powerful. It is a whirlwind mixed with orange and green flames, spinning rapidly several times with a diameter of seven to eight meters, centered around them. This is likely a magic that the siblings cast together, with Catherine creating fire and her brother creating wind.

But I noticed that their defense seems to be weak when casting the "Fire Tornado." It probably requires a lot of mental effort to control a large amount of air movement with magic.

So I shared my idea with everyone. Wolfrang was eager to try it out. He believed he could get inside the barrier formed by the Fire Tornado.

Time was ticking away. I held Wolfrang back, and Simmon gave up aiming with his gun. Sasa also gave up shooting with her bow and arrow, but she still tightly gripped the feathers of her arrows.

"Hey, Raul, do you think... if we could make them let their guard down, there would be a chance?"

"Well... I think so?"

Simmon suddenly said this, but I didn't understand what he meant. All my attention was focused on seeing Leya being thrown and crashing into a wooden wall by Catherine's brother, and it seemed like even the White Queen couldn't hold on much longer.

Nephila had many burns and was struggling, but she didn't give up trying to get close to the Catherine sisters in various ways.

In just a few minutes, they could almost drain Leya's magic power and force Nephila into a bitter fight. I thought they hadn't been born yet from the way they acted, but today I realized that they were almost adults.

"Simmon! Don't go down!"

My wife's cry sent a shock through my body. Did Simmon jump down?! What was this 49-year-old man trying to do?

The only thought that prompted me to jump down with him was to protect Simmon.

The only thought that prompted Wolfrang to jump down might have been to tear apart this destructive brother and sister.

I didn't know what Sasa was doing, but I heard the sound of magic arrows singing.

Unluckily, the Catherine siblings had just repelled Nephila's charge. The spider witch's four legs hung weakly, leaning against a tree and gasping for breath. Leya's left wing was injured, and she was struggling to fly.

"Ah, how boring, succubi don't have much to do except fly..."

"Brother!"

Catherine's sister warned her brother that Simmon was aiming a gun at him.

"Annoying adults."

Finally, the scene I least wanted to see happened. Simmon's chest was pierced, the wound was large, caused by Sasa's broken arrow combined with magic cast from a distance.

Time slowed down infinitely, Simmon still maintained his posture with the gun and slowly knelt down, resembling the state of release before death in a movie. But one movement he made let me understand his thoughts.

The slender rifle was moved by the rough palm of the uncle, who had been contaminated by cigarettes and alcohol for a long time. Simmon, being left-handed, naturally placed the rifle on his left shoulder. The backward movement caused the rifle to cross his shoulder and point towards me. Being right-handed, I could use the rifle to rest against his shoulder and shoot.

The butt of the rifle gradually emerged from his shoulder. I only regretted that my arm wasn't long enough to grab the rifle with one hand.

I understood everything, I understood it all. Simmon had already calculated everything. He was aiming at Katherine's brother's head, but if he kneeled down, he would aim perfectly at his chest. The bullet was in the chamber, the powder in the cartridge was sufficient, waiting for me to pull the trigger.

Just as Simmon asked me, Katherine and her brother were laughing manically, confident in their invincibility here. They didn't notice me, in a truly relaxed state.

I gripped the rifle with my right hand, while Simmon seemed to use the last bit of strength to stabilize the rifle on his shoulder. This shot was unexpected for Katherine and her brother. Simmon used his body as a support, and it was also my first and last time shooting with the bar owner's exclusive rifle.

"Simmon! Why didn't you tell me!"

After the gunshot, I didn't bother to check if the target was hit, because Simmon fell down. He fell to the ground, satisfied, on the mat woven by his own blood.

Facing my cries, the uncle smiled happily. There was no blood in his mouth, and no sound as well. But seeing him rotate his finger near his ear, I believed he was saying, "I've lost my hearing from the gunshot just now."