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Chapter 1138

In everyone's gaze, the arrow with the transparent bead threaded on it flew.

Unlike the others who were extremely tense, Yuder's gaze was just calm.

In the Orr Empire, where swords were considered the supreme weapon, bows were not actually held in high regard. The fact that most warriors who left their names in history were sword-wielding knights also contributed to this.

However, the bow was clearly a very powerful weapon with many advantages. There was no better weapon for dealing with enemies from a distance. If used properly, it could even send an armored enemy that couldn't be cut by a sword to the afterlife in one shot.

'Because you don't necessarily need a grand-scale battle or a big wound to kill a target.'

A single arrow, so thin and small that it could be broken by bare hands, could sometimes produce more astonishing results than any enormous power.

All that was needed were just two things.

An arm that could draw the bow, and the blessing of the wind following the path of the arrow.

'And the wind...'

Wasn't it always on Yuder Aile's side?

-Kwaaaaang!

"Captain Welliven! Be careful!"

Welliven, who was guarding the front of the castle, almost fell from the sudden gust that arose above his head. Regaining his balance with the support of a subordinate nearby, he frowned as he saw the surrounding knights staring blankly at the sky with their mouths open.

"What are you all looking at, losing your minds like...!"

As he said this and raised his gaze towards where they were looking, the old knight of Peletta became momentarily unable to think, just like his subordinates.

An enormous wind was rising from the top of the eastern tower. That wind, so huge it seemed as if it might tear a hole in the sky, was intentionally heading towards the direction of the basin far away.

At its forefront, something shining golden was shooting through the air like a falling star, trailing a tail.

It was clearly still daytime, yet it looked as if a star had appeared in the sky.

Welliven couldn't immediately recognize what that small but brightly shining golden dot was. If it hadn't been for one knight with very good eyesight muttering, he probably wouldn't have known what it was until the end.

"An arrow..."

"What?"

"A-an arrow. That shining thing just now. It was definitely an arrow...!"

"What nonsense are you...!"

Welliven was about to reflexively scold him for talking nonsense, when suddenly he remembered the object he had just handed over to the Cavalry members.

An ordinary wooden bow. And a few arrows to go with it.

The moment he recalled those things he had given without knowing what they would be used for, a shocking thrill ran through the old knight's entire body.

"Ah..."

A life spent seeing all sorts of things in the rough and desolate northern rural territory. Since meeting Kishiar La Orr, that miraculous lord, he thought he would never be surprised by anything other than shocks caused by his lord.

But he was wrong. The scene he was seeing now was beyond surprise, something he had never once imagined he would see in his life.

'Good heavens... Could it be that with that old bow and arrow...!'

How long had it been since that brilliant golden dot crossed an unimaginable distance that could never be flown by power alone, trailing the enormous wind like a tail?

Far away, where the basin was, a massive light burst forth.

---!

"Ugh...!"

The blue sky was instantly dyed a dizzying white.

The knights all lowered their heads and covered their eyes at the shock as if they had looked directly at the sun. Welliven also unconsciously squeezed his eyes shut.

'Oh. God...'

A moment later, people witnessed the second and third golden arrows shooting out again from the eastern tower.

Long tails embroidering the sky like black souls.

The enormous wind from the eastern tower sending them off.

The sight of the wind wrapping around the entire eastern tower and howling ferociously was terrifying enough to make even the people of Peletta, accustomed to the harsh northern winds, want to sit down involuntarily, but that wind never harmed the Peletta Castle or the knights.

'What on earth is happening...!'

Although he desperately wanted to run up to the eastern tower right away, Welliven clenched his fists and stood straight.

"Don't lose your minds, everyone! Focus on what you need to do, no matter what's happening at the eastern tower! Pass this on to those outside as well!"

"Yes!"

The knights of Peletta, swallowing dry saliva, began to move hurriedly.

The bracelet signal that had been coming in short bursts until now rang out long, unlike before.

Nathan Zuckerman, instinctively sensing that this was the moment he had been waiting for, shouted.

"Everyone stop and come here!"

The basin, pitted and collapsed in places from the monsters' attacks, was difficult even to walk on, but fortunately, the knights confident in their agility held up well. As soon as they reacted to Nathan Zuckerman's order and gathered, an unknown light burst forth from beyond the sky full of dust.

It was like there were two suns. Those here, trapped in the dusty wind, only felt it to that extent as they couldn't properly see the sky, but it was different for the monsters beyond the sky.

A terrible screeching sound that tore at the ears rang out. The light that had burst once as if dyeing the whole world didn't end there, but continued to burst sporadically in smaller bursts here and there, embroidering the sky beyond the dust like fireworks.

"-Kuuugh!"

"Aagh!"

The knights staggered, painfully covering their ears, affected by the monsters' screeching. Nathan Zuckerman signaled them to cover their ears as strongly as possible and crouch down, then quietly gazed at the flashing lights beyond the gradually subsiding dusty wind.

'That...'

Although inappropriate for this situation, it reminded him of a shadow puppet theater.

Shadow puppet theater, mainly performed in street markets, uses a thick cloth placed in front of puppets controlled by strings attached to fingers, and creates shadows behind the cloth by shining a light. Although the cloth screens the audience from the puppets, the light allows everything to be seen clearly, showing how the puppets behind move.

The positions of the monster group, which until now couldn't be properly confirmed, were very clearly visible beyond the dust every time that light burst. They had already broken their original formation and were now rampaging in a confused state, highly excited.

It was certain without asking who had done this.

Yuder Aile had sent that light here.

Through the dusty wind that hadn't fully cleared yet, a few monsters came down staggering. Unlike before when they had shot down for attacks, this movement really felt like they were just trying to find a place to rest for a moment, escaping from something.

A choice made because they thought the humans on the ground weren't important.

However, what was waiting for them on the ground wasn't bait that had just been fleeing helplessly from them like before, but a predator that had been hiding its sharp teeth until the time came.

Nathan Zuckerman quietly raised his sword.

A posture infinitely similar to the one who had taught him swordsmanship, but now with many differences based on his own realizations and training.

With that, blue aura split the air like a silent assassin.

"Kuuu---!"

By the time the monsters sensed the killing intent, it was already too late.

From the moment they chose to land on the ground, they were already no match for Nathan Zuckerman.

Unable to spread their wings again, the monsters whose bodies were cut in half by the flying aura collapsed. Nathan Zuckerman raised his head towards the sky again, stepping on their blood.

With a sound like fireworks bursting, bright light was once again dyeing the sky beyond the dust white. The light beads attached to the arrows Yuder Aile had shot first burst large enough to dye the entire sky, then continued to burst repeatedly in smaller explosions with the transparent bead fragments that had contained the light, driving the monsters into extreme confusion.

That light looked similar to the sunlight they had faced until now, yet was completely different. Light is something that can never be touched. This meant that no matter how much dust wind they raised or how much they thrust their beaks and claws, they couldn't injure or make it disappear. Yet unlike ordinary sunlight, once faced, it inevitably blinded their eyes temporarily, and the unfamiliar pain from the subsequent explosions was enough to throw the monsters into confusion.

If their original formation of flying in a circle had been intact, they might not have caused much confusion even without being able to see, recognizing each other, but that formation had long since collapsed. The monsters, who had been attacking the baits below randomly in excitement, now recognized each other as enemies. They attacked their surroundings randomly, screaming and falling, or repeatedly trying to land.

And all those that landed on the ground became easy prey for the hunter waiting for them.

A blood wind blew in the dust. Beyond the opaque curtain, the swordmaster imbued with blue light swung his sword freely without any hindrance. He was alone and there were over ten monsters, but no one would have thought he was at a disadvantage.

The five knights who had uncurled their bodies lost themselves unknowingly watching that scene.

It was the moment another legend dyeing Peletta's sky was being written.