Chapter 135: Rain of Arrows
"Heh, a person like that actually dares to use a Holy Relic."Knight Wolf could see the man on the wall loosen the bowstring, his entire body frozen in place by the shock.
But soon, his expression changed.
After releasing the string, the arrow on the bow was fired.
However, it did not aim at him. Instead, it carved a blood-red arc across the sky, flying straight toward the rear behind him.
"His target is the army? Even at a distance of nearly a thousand meters, he can still hit it?"Knight Wolf’s face darkened.
This was beyond his expectations.
A conventional bow and arrow with a killing range of a hundred meters was already considered the work of an elite archer.
At three hundred meters, one could be hailed as a marksman.
He had given enough attention to the Holy Relic, thus placing the army a thousand meters away.
At this distance, once he opened the Main Gate, the warriors would be able to rush into the town as quickly as possible.
However, seeing the distance the arrow now flew—
Clearly, he had lost the bet.
The arrow plunged into the phalanx formation without causing any noticeable commotion.
But Knight Wolf did not believe that a Holy Relic was merely about distance.
His gaze shifted toward the town, no longer concerned about what was happening behind him. His footsteps quickened. The swirling mist gathered, coating his armor in a layer of blood-red hue, and the gray Short Sword in his hand also turned crimson.
His walking pace sped up, then turned into a run. Accelerating—accelerating—when he was within a hundred meters, Knight Wolf, like a crimson shockwave, viciously slammed into the town's Main Gate.
A "boom" rang out. Knight Berna on the wall felt the ground itself tremble.
He steadied his footing, hearing the thunderous sound of collapse.
Without needing to turn back, he already knew that the town’s Main Gate had been smashed open by Knight Wolf.
Knight Berna’s expression remained calm. Even with a Holy Relic, breaking through a thick wooden gate was not something surprising.
In fact, upon realizing that Knight Wolf’s Holy Relic wasn’t a large-scale weapon, he even let out a sigh of relief.
Rationally, he ordered his squire to wave the flag bearing his Knight’s Emblem, rallying the Prospective Militia inside the town.
"Stand up, brave warriors! The enemy is but one man!"he shouted loudly, fastening his helmet and gripping a long-handled axe, preparing to head down.
Before going down, he said to Dino’s guards,"Take the Hunting Fang with you. You must use your lives to send it back to the Fortress."
Knight Wolf, who had broken through the Main Gate, exhaled deeply.
His helmet and right shoulder armor had already become deformed.
Originally, he intended to leap onto the town walls, but that Holy Relic’s target wasn’t him—it was the army behind.
In that case, the idea of slaughtering using the power of the army could no longer be realized.
After all, he was only one man. With a single sword strike, he could only kill one person.
So he needed to use greater terror to make the people here feel fear toward him.
Thus, he chose the most primitive, most brutal method of combat.
The Conscripted Militia, holding spears, surrounded him, their legs trembling.
In their eyes, Knight Wolf, who had broken through the Main Gate, looked like a demon crawling out from Hell.
The collapsed gate beneath his feet had crushed a few unlucky souls. The blood-red mist swirled around the knight’s entire body. From the crevice of his deformed helmet, one could almost see a blood-red glow.
"Wolf, your slaughter ends here."Knight Berna charged out, wielding a long-handled axe, slashing toward Knight Wolf.
Even he, looking at Knight Wolf’s state, felt his scalp tingle. Let alone these Conscripted Militia—losing the courage to charge was only natural.
And in such moments, it was up to a knight like him to reinvigorate morale.
.....
Knight Wolf did not respond. He simply stood motionless where he was.
A “clang” echoed as the long-handled axe struck Knight Wolf’s left shoulder. The knight’s immense strength dented the tough armor inward.
Knight Berna could be certain—this degree of denting had definitely crushed the opponent’s collarbone.
However, all he saw was Knight Wolf raising his left hand—the one not holding a sword—and then gripping the axe handle, slowly pushing himself upright.
Knight Berna used so much strength that both his arms were trembling, yet the axe handle was slowly lifted.
Such overwhelming power—one he could not stop. That thought flashed through his mind, and Knight Berna released both hands and retreated two steps.
"It seems I’ll be able to kill to my heart’s content."Knight Wolf’s voice was low, as if tinged with the scent of blood.
In the distance, Nyx felt his heartbeat quicken.
Just moments ago, an arrow had been fired from Forth Town, crossing a distance of a thousand meters to land before them, stirring a brief commotion.
But it quickly quieted down.
After all, no one had been hit or injured by that arrow.
But Nyx knew—for an arrow to fly such a distance, it had to be the Hunting Fang.
It’s just that Holy Relics—some nobles used them liberally, flaunting their power.
Others preferred to conceal their Holy Relics’ secrets, maintaining as much mystery as possible.
Viscount Youn was one of those who concealed the effects of his Holy Relic.
As far as Nyx knew, all he was aware of was the name Hunting Fang, and that it was a bow-type Holy Relic.
He had no idea what the actual effect of Hunting Fang was.
However, the speed of his heartbeat now—
Nyx even wondered if this was the effect of the Revelation mentioned by the Bishop.
His eyes scanned the surroundings. There was no movement anywhere nearby.
Then—
Nyx suddenly looked toward the sky.
It was starlight that shimmered.
No, it was daytime now, and starlight wouldn’t be that dense.
Those were arrows.
Arrows falling like raindrops, densely packed.
Several knights at the front, mounted on horseback, seemed to sense something and looked up.
As they moved, the warriors also noticed the anomaly above.
They looked up—someone couldn’t help but cry out in fear.
"It’s a rain of arrows!"
It was already too late to scatter. The area covered by this barrage of arrows was as large as a village. With the speed at which they were falling, there was no way to escape the zone.
In an instant, Nyx recalled the battle that Knight Wolf had described to him when he was rescued.
And the power that had nearly erased that monstrous being.
So he raised the Holy Scriptures in his hand high and shouted.
"The Lord is here!"
Holy Light rose, and even in broad daylight, it shone dazzlingly bright.
Behind him, the Cross seemed to respond, supporting the Holy Light. Above the crowd, a thin film of Holy Light formed.
The arrows fell rapidly, plunging into the membrane.
Yet they did not penetrate the film. Inside and outside the Holy Light membrane seemed like two different worlds. The arrows vanished the instant they touched it.
The arrow rain lasted but a brief breath before ceasing.
And the Holy Light membrane slowly dissipated.
Silence. Then the Conscripted Militia surrounding the Cross erupted in cheers. They looked upon the Cross, upon Priest Nyx beneath it, with eyes full of reverence.
Nyx’s figure wavered. His face was deathly pale. His body was even more emaciated, as though eighty percent of its moisture had been drained.
He gripped the Cross to stop himself from collapsing. His lips trembled, and he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Look—those sinners try to stop us. They cower, hiding behind their sturdy walls."
"Everyone, this is the time to purify sin."
"The Lord of Hosts is with you all!"
His voice was hurried, as if forcing himself to finish the proclamation.
And as his words fell, the Conscripted Militia let out a roar, then raised their weapons and charged forth.
They rushed through the array of elite warriors, bypassed the cavalry who were calming their warhorses, and—ignoring the angry stares of the knights—charged straight toward Forth Town.
After a brief consultation among a few knights, Knight Borien drove his warhorse toward the Cross, while the others calmed the warriors and reorganized the formation.