The situation on the outskirts of Arfin City looked like this:
After the series of events the day before, the Church's 120,000 strong army had been reduced to only 60,000 soldiers. The nobles' allied forces were nowhere to be seen. They had suffered heavy casualties during Grant's suicide attack. The rest of them had either been dismissed, left behind to guard the rear, or were guarding the supply lines. They were nowhere to be seen on the battlefield.
As for the remaining sixty thousand people, apart from the ten thousand logistics personnel, the remaining fifty thousand people lined up in a neat formation about a thousand meters away from the city wall. These people were the backbone of the church. Even though they had been tortured terribly, their firm faith was like a stimulant, keeping them full of spirit and high fighting spirit!
The Haydn family's sorcerers stood at the back of the formation. They were fully prepared, waiting for Matthew Haydn to fire the first shot. Then, they would bombard the city wall.
The defenders on the city wall were devastated when they saw this scene. Although some of the smarter ones noticed that the enemy's numbers were less than half of what they had expected, they still outnumbered them by six times. The key was that the enemy had set up a defensive formation and used magic to bombard and exhaust them. They were at a complete disadvantage and had no way to deal with it. They couldn't take the initiative to attack, and they couldn't use magic either. There were so many mages on the other side, and they even had the support of priests. How could they win?
Logically speaking, there was no way they could win this battle. As long as the Church was not in a hurry to attack the city, they would not give the defenders any chance to attack. They could only wait until the enemy's magic was depleted, and then they could take down the city in one fell swoop.
Grand Cross Commander Aven knew this as well, which was why he had put up such a formation. This was not only a way to deplete the enemy's strength, but it was also a way to torture them mentally.
"Inform Master Haydn. We can begin now," the Grand Cross Commander ordered.
Matthew Haydn, who had been impatient for a long time, raised his staff. Under the watchful eyes of the defenders, he chanted the first syllable. A powerful spell began to brew.
On the other hand, the Voidwalkers and the Archmage were still calmly watching Matthew's performance. They did not move a muscle. They did not care about the terrified defenders who were scrambling for cover.
He didn't make any movements, but someone else did. A gray arrow suddenly shot out from a tower, shooting towards the distant Uncle Haydn with lightning speed.
Uncle Haydn also noticed this arrow, but he did not panic at all. Even the rhythm and pitch of his incantation did not change in the slightest. He even sneered disdainfully in his heart. Sneak attacks like this were despicable and despicable. Any mage would be able to guard against it. To quote the slang of the association: A mage who is killed by an arrow is not a qualified mage!
What's more, Matthew was an experienced and knowledgeable person. Before he entered the battlefield, he had already put on three pieces of equipment that could protect him from long-range arrows. Before he cast the spell, he had also specially blessed himself with long-range attack defense and flying arrow immunity. He also had the various blessings from the priests beside him. He was confident that even if the archer stood in front of him, he would not be able to hurt him, not to mention that the two of them were separated by more than a thousand meters.
As far as he knew, even the strongest human archer could not shoot an arrow from such a distance. He was absolutely safe at this moment.
However, he did not know who had shot the arrow or what it had been used to shoot it …
The speed of the gray arrow when it left the bowstring was still very normal, but in an instant, it let out a sharp whistling sound. In less than a second, it flew more than a thousand meters and arrived in front of Matthew. A total of six layers of long-range protection measures were activated at the same time, and six translucent barriers were stacked in front of the arrow.
However, these protective measures, which could make any archer sigh, were as fragile as biscuits in front of this ordinary-looking gray arrow. They did not even stop its momentum, and the six layers of protection were instantly pierced through!
Matthew suddenly felt a sharp pain in his throat, and the next thing he saw was the sky above his head. It turned out that this arrow had not only pierced his throat, but its great power had actually cut off his entire head!
After killing Matthew with one arrow, the gray arrow instantly disappeared without a trace. Blood gushed out from the headless body and splattered on the faces of the mages beside him. It was not until their nostrils were filled with the pungent smell of blood that they realized what had happened …
The planned deployment was instantly disrupted. The mages who had been ready for action all ran back as if they had seen a ghost. Many of them had been forcibly transferred here by the Haydn family in the name of the association. It was fine for them to bully and harvest, but to fight with all their might while facing a fatal threat? It was obviously impossible …
"What's going on? Where's Master Haydn's magic? " The Grand Knight, who was far away in the middle of the army, did not notice the shocking arrow. He was still asking Matthew why he had not made a move yet.
Even when the situation was reported back, he still had a look of disbelief on his face as he looked at the head of the Haydn family.
"This … Master Haydn was killed by the enemy with a hidden arrow?"
"That's impossible! Absolutely impossible! " Old Haydn almost fainted from anger. "My son, Matthew, is a very cautious man. He must have been fully prepared before he started casting his spell. There's no way the enemy could have killed him with a bow and arrow! There must be a traitor hiding among his guards! "
While the two men were still wailing, a sudden burst of cheers erupted from the top of Arfin City's walls.
Some of the sharp-eyed soldiers had noticed the arrow and witnessed it kill the enemy's leader. The rest of the mages had fled in fear. The expected destructive attack had been forcefully halted, and the soldiers were overjoyed to have their lives saved.
When they saw the archer who had shot the arrow walk out of the tower and wave at the soldiers, the cheers reached a climax.
It was Baiyi's granddaughter, the beautiful Fairy Maiden, Nydore! She wore a tight leather armor that accentuated her curvaceous figure. Beneath her short skirt was a pair of white silk stockings, and in her hand was a bow that looked like a giant butterfly.
Although the Archer Walker did not know how such a beautiful and adorable Fairy Maiden could fire such a powerful arrow, he was certain that the Archer Walker's army's morale was boosted more than anything the Archer Walker had done before. The Engineer Walker and Nydore's arrows had not improved the morale of the soldiers.
Nydore was the one who had fired the arrow with the Caudillo Butterfly Bow. In the face of such an unreasonably powerful weapon, all defensive measures were meaningless. The Demigod Lich, who was at the peak of his power, knew this very well.
"Ugh … Is this girl really that popular? I was ready to attack, but she stole my thunder … "the Archmage muttered under his breath. He had not arranged for Nydore's timely attack. Nydore had merely observed the Magician from afar and felt that he was dangerous, so she decided to shoot an arrow at him.
"Don't worry, I still have a backup plan!" The Engineer Walker said confidently. He gestured to the Caveman Walker.
Hence, the barbarian forcefully lifted a huge metal ball with brute force. He let out a furious roar and threw the silver-white metal ball out forcefully. It drew an arc in the air and landed outside the city wall with a thud.
The Church's army stared at the strange object the Caveman Walker had thrown. The object rolled forward for a while before stopping a few hundred meters away from them. It did not look like a big deal.
"Hmph! Now it's time for my show!" The engineer on the city wall said as he took out something that looked like a game controller from Earth. He then pressed the R1 and L1 buttons on it.
The silver ball emitted a series of mechanical noises, and as if by magic, it transformed into a giant spider-shaped marionette. He even said in an impassioned voice, "The former Dragon Knight has returned!"
"Huh? Wait, didn't we change the voice module? " The Engineer Walker asked suspiciously as he fiddled with the controller. The spider-shaped marionette let out a series of strange noises, and when it opened its mouth again, its voice had changed to that of a Japanese-style chuunibyou. "Why should the weak fight?!"
After that, a large circle of light appeared on its back, and the marionette began to unleash its firepower on the enemy.
The Church's army was startled, but they quickly calmed down. The marionette looked strange, and it spoke strange words. However, its attacks were not strong enough to penetrate the Church's defensive magic.
After a few rounds of continuous attacks, the Church's army was unscathed. The Engineer Walker noticed this as well and muttered, "As expected, pure magical attacks aren't that useful …"
"But it doesn't matter. This is no longer the Phoenix Marionette I used to be. It's an unlimited nuclear-powered combo that uses generations of assault modules! I call it Tarandal! "
As he spoke, the Engineer Walker pressed the buttons on the controller in a frenzy, and with a push of the joystick, the spider-shaped marionette began to transform again. At last, it became a three-meter tall, four-legged robot with arms and torso similar to a human's.
"Humans always repeat the same mistakes!" After the transformation, the giant marionette charged at the Church's army like a wild horse. A few Holy Knights tried to stop it, but they were sent flying by the force of the impact.
A few brave Crusaders swung their swords at the marionette, but they could not even leave a scratch on the marionette.
"This thing is strong! It's so hard! "
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