Chapter 7
Chapter 7
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Genius Divine Archer Who Became a One-Man Legion (7)
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Horokuta was a mid-level warrior of the fierce tribe.
He spotted the bastard who had shot him with an arrow.
Judging by his uniform, he was just an ordinary soldier.
But even among regular soldiers, a marksman with that kind of accuracy changed everything.
‘I have to kill him first.’
Otherwise, the damage could exceed expectations.
He gripped tightly.
Clutching the spear he had snatched from the enemy soldier in reverse, Horokuta’s eyes flashed as he hurled it at the man.
The distance was well over forty meters, but that was no obstacle for Horokuta.
Shieeeek—!
The spear flew in a low arc, hurtling toward the soldier holding the bow with ferocious momentum, poised to pierce his torso.
Boom!
But Horokuta immediately broke into a run as the guy ducked behind a rock to evade it.
“B-block him!”
“Stop that guy!”
Artian Kingdom soldiers belatedly moved to block his path, but they lacked the power to stop him.
Batting aside a few with his polearm, Horokuta accelerated like a beast charging up the slope.
However,
Shieek—!
“Guh!”
It was unexpected.
At this close range, he had assumed the shot would target his head or heart.
Pain shot up from the arrow embedded in his leg, but
“Huaaaah—!”
Horokuta ignored it and lunged at the fleeing bastard, swinging his polearm.
He intended to smash his head in one blow and end it.
Boom!
But Horokuta’s polearm sliced through empty air and slammed into the ground.
The rat-like bastard had thrown himself sideways, dodging the blade.
But the guy tumbled on the ground and staggered to his feet.
He had clearly injured himself hitting the ground moments ago.
“It’s over, you rat bastard!”
Horokuta was certain this was the end.
But the moment the guy slipped behind a large boulder,
“……!”
His instincts prickled at the back of his neck.
It was like facing a scorpion poised for its final strike.
‘Left? Right?’
But to shoot his bow, the bastard would have to emerge on one side.
A suffocating tension gripped the area.
Horokuta advanced slowly toward the rock.
The closer he got, the more advantage he had, no matter what.
He gripped tightly.
Strength surged into his hand clutching the polearm.
Which way…!
His eyes strained, focus peaking at its height—then whoosh!
“Over here!”
Something black shot out from the left, and Horokuta swung without hesitation.
Slash!
It split in two.
But the sensation at the blade’s tip was too light.
Only then did Horokuta realize what he had cut.
It was the breastplate the soldier wore.
“Over here, you dog bastard.”
Rian burst from the opposite side, leaping sideways and drawing his bowstring in a half-reclined position.
They were close enough to touch with outstretched hands.
Horokuta instinctively raised his polearm to guard his neck and heart.
At this range, tracking the arrow was impossible.
Besides, the bastard knew he couldn’t be killed in one shot either.
An arrow in the arm or leg didn’t matter.
‘I’ve won this fight!’
Block one shot, and it was all over.
The corner of Horokuta’s mouth curled up as he eyed Rian. But then, thunk!
The arrow the bastard held shot forth, embedding in Horokuta’s body.
“Kuaaaaaagh—!”
The massive Horokuta let out an involuntary scream from the unbearable pain, knees buckling to the ground.
“Guuh! Kuaaaagh!”
The young Artian Kingdom soldier had shot him right in the groin.
It had grazed slightly, but the moment the arrow pierced his crotch, his mind went white, rationality evaporating in agony.
“Uwaaaaaah!”
As Horokuta collapsed, Rian grabbed three arrows from his quiver and charged.
While the bastard was groggy,
‘Finish it—!’
Rian thrust the arrows toward the gap between Horokuta’s neck and jaw.
But just as the arrowhead was about to pierce,
Grab!
Horokuta’s bloodshot eyes flashed as he glared at Rian.
He had blocked Rian’s wrist with his left hand.
“Die… you filthy dog…!”
Beast-like eyes.
The intense killing intent and pressure pinning him down made Rian freeze for a moment.
But,
“Die, you bastard!”
Thud!
“Kuaaaagh!”
Rian kicked the spot where the arrow was lodged and immediately tensed his hand gripping the arrows.
As the bastard staggered with a scream,
Squelch!
Rian’s arrows pierced his neck.
“Gurgle…!”
Horokuta’s body shuddered violently, phlegm rattling in his throat.
The arm raising the polearm to crush Rian’s skull fell limply to the ground.
Clang!
The polearm rolled across the dirt, and his massive body toppled onto Rian.
Thud!
“Ugh…!”
Blood from the fallen bastard’s wound flowed toward his neck and chest.
Pushing Horokuta off with all his strength, Rian seized the dropped polearm and took the head. Then,
“Eagle Company’s Rian has slain the enemy commander!”
His voice echoed thunderously through the gorge.
He wasn’t the overall commander, but calling the officer one boosted battlefield morale.
“Waaaaah!”
“The enemy commander is dead! The rest are rabble! Kill them all!”
“Push!”
The Eagle Company soldiers stabbing the rear surged with sky-high morale,
“Kill them! Crush them!”
“Charge! Charge!”
The scales tipped.
As Eagle Company soldiers pressed the fierce tribe warriors, a path began to open.
Seeing it,
“Attack the enemy’s rear!”
Derek pointed ahead with his sword and shouted. Squad leaders relayed orders crisply, following him.
“Die, you beast bastards!”
Squelch! Crunch!
“Kuaaaaaah!”
“Die, you dogs—!”
“Guh…!”
Joining with the 5th Platoon soldiers, they halved the fierce tribe’s rear guard of nearly two hundred.
“Let the runners go! We’re hitting the enemy main camp’s rear!”
“Move fast! Our allies are dying!”
Outnumbered, some began fleeing the battlefield.
The natural outcome.
With Horokuta, who held them together, dead, their cohesion vanished.
Unable to rejoin the main force, they could only resist to the death or flee.
“It’s open.”
As allied units swiftly penetrated the enemy main camp’s rear, Rian ran to cover them.
‘Arrows left….’
He had used quite a few fighting Horokuta.
Only six intact arrows remained.
‘Shoot carefully.’
True, polearms and spears littered the ground, but with his bow, Rian wielded his greatest threat.
“Waaaaah—!”
The fierce tribe panicked as their rear collapsed instantly.
“3rd and 5th Platoons have broken through the rear!”
“Now’s our chance! Push! Show them Pellow Gorge is their grave!”
“Die—!”
“Waaaaah!”
Frontline soldiers’ morale soared with allies appearing from behind.
But then,
Crunch!
“Urk!”
A dull thud, and a frontline soldier crumpled.
“Is there a warrior to face me—!”
Fluent continental tongue.
Red hair like a lion’s mane, gleaming eyes ferocious as a beast’s.
Veins writhed like earthworms over bulging arm muscles, a massive halberd in his grip.
Karouldin.
Proud senior warrior of the fierce tribe, supreme commander of nearly five hundred.
Slash! Crunch!
“Kuaaaagh!”
“Aaagh!”
Each halberd swing felled at least two soldiers, wounded or dead.
Over thirty Eagle Company soldiers lay around him.
Karouldin trampled the fallen, exuding terrifying majesty.
None dared approach.
Grinding teeth.
They had seized momentum breaching the rear, but Karouldin stood like a fortress upfront, preventing victory.
Mounted Raymond gripped his sword.
They had to break through.
“Brian! Holrun! Follow me—we’re taking the enemy commander!”
1st Platoon Leader Brian and 2nd Platoon Leader Holrun.
Renowned swordsmen in Eagle Company.
Raymond was playing his strongest card.
“Yah—!”
“Hua! Let’s go!”
“Come on!”
Thud thud thud!
Three horses charged Karouldin.
But he didn’t evade.
Instead, he gripped his halberd tight and swung at the lead Raymond.
Whoosh—!
Seeing the halberd, Raymond ducked low.
It grazed his helmet, slicing air.
Chill!
Immense whoosh.
Like a whirlwind beside him, fierce winds howled.
For a split second, Raymond felt frozen.
He had dodged, yet the wind pressure felt like it could decapitate.
“Hah!”
Brian followed, slashing at Karouldin’s opening post-swing.
Clang!
But Karouldin casually deflected with his metal forearm guard.
Ghostly movement.
‘He’s… incredible…?’
Rian’s eyes trembled watching.
“That guy… the Butcher of Pellow Gorge.”
In his past life, the one who nearly annihilated Eagle Company here.
A world apart from Horokuta.
Even from afar, an untouchable aura emanated.
‘But we have to take him.’
Kill him, and the battle ends.
Fierce tribes scattered without commanders.
That’s why breaching the rear guard was easy.
When Rian took Horokuta, their morale plummeted.
Tap!
Rian moved.
He couldn’t kill Karouldin now. But he could threaten.
‘Melee’s impossible, but with the bow… it’s different.’
His soft, callus-free hands stung gripping arrows.
Hiding on the hillside, Rian eyed Karouldin.
Boom—!
Three-on-one, yet Karouldin dominated.
“Huaaaah—!”
Raymond led, Brian and Holrun attacking flanks.
Dismounted, mobility down, but they surrounded and struck together.
Slash!
“Got him!”
Dodging Raymond and Brian, Karouldin’s leg met Holrun’s upward slash, slicing his left thigh.
Not deep, but bleeding well.
But with Holrun’s shout,
Grab!
“Gulk—!”
Karouldin seized Holrun’s neck left-handed, hoisting him.
“Guhk! Guuh!”
Holrun, large-framed with armor nearing 100kg, lifted like a child.
“Holrun!”
“Put Holrun down!”
Raymond and Brian charged.
That instant,
Whoooong—!
Karouldin’s eyes flashed; faint red light rippled on his halberd blade.
Boom!
“Kehek!”
“Uwaak!”
One-handed halberd swing sent Raymond and Brian flying, tumbling.
Absurd power.
Not just ambush—pure skill gap.
But then,
Shrieeeeeek—!
A tearing whoosh, one arrow streaked toward Karouldin’s chest.