All ten of them drew their bows, releasing arrows with such power that dust rose in their wake. When they struck a raptor, the impact launched the beast backward as if hit by a speeding truck, tossing its bleeding corpse recklessly across the desert, some even crashing into the rock formations.
Rosalind couldn’t believe her eyes as the raptors lost twenty in an instant, all of them launched backward by the force of the arrows. The sight alone made her dread being on the receiving end of those Bow Knights.
Her eyes narrowed when she noticed Ballista, whose armour had turned crimson and was now crackling with lightning, the energy gathering on his arrow. He mounted the bow on the sand, aiming for the alpha raptor which had already gained on them. The lightning grew fiercer, and wherever it struck the sand, the sand turned into liquid glass!
The moment Ballista released the arrow, it sounded like a massive explosion. A gale burst outward, blasting sand into Godfrey’s face as the arrow screeched like a golden meteor. It left a trail of liquid glass as it struck the alpha raptor’s head, blowing it into blood mist. Yet the beast kept roaring forward, leaving an endless trail of ruins in the rock formations.
All the hair on Rosalind’s body stood up, a chill running down her spine, while Godfrey felt his mana reserves drop sharply! He gave Ballista an incredulous look. Was he trying to say he went easy on Mountain? Because it felt like the Bow Knight-Captain was making a statement here.
Looking at the trail of glass on the golden sand, leading up to the ruins left by the Trail Blazer, Godfrey had to accept that Ballista, in Black-Out State, was a formidable long-ranged summon. He tilted his head at the other Bow Knights who marched undeterred under the sun, inspecting their kills with flickering eyes.
According to the information on the walls of Ballista’s chambers, the beast that granted him his Black-Out State powers was something called an Orcish Esper, a strange and rare kind of orc bred from childhood to be able to summon their warriors. It made one man equivalent to an army.
In other words, these Bow Knights moving about weren’t made from nothingness but were actual knights that came from somewhere!
"The others have no idea about this. Who didn’t inform Alistair about this and only said he is a golem summoner? Are they trying to set us up?!" Panicked, Rosalind quickly rode away, careful not to be spotted.
***
At the camp, Julia was walking by, inspecting the students’ kill space, but most of them had nothing.
"Isolde has killed twenty raptors, Snow has killed ten, and Cecil has six." She turned to Godfrey’s name and saw six dead raptors. "I guess he’s not doing too badly—!"
Her eyes widened as bodies began to drop until a heap of dead raptors, with a headless alpha raptor, an elite-tier beast, landed at the top. The sight made her gasp loudly, and she quickly covered her mouth with her palm. But Edwin rushed out, only to see the giant heap.
"Godfrey... did this?"
Julia nodded. "He has a total kill of forty-four raptors."
***
Unaware of the shock he had given Edwin and Julia, Godfrey continued his journey through the desert with Ballista by his side. The Trail Blazer his summon had executed nearly wiped out fifty percent of his mana reserves, so in order to ration what he had left, Ballista had to deactivate Black-Out State, thus sending his squad of Bow Knights away.
Currently walking through the formation, Godfrey marveled at the number of nature-formed rock pillars Ballista’s arrow had brought down. A great number of them had become debris.
He brought out his digital map and studied it. "The Ivory Carcass has a lone elite-tier beast. That should be our next place," he said, looking at the bone ribs, each hundreds of meters long, on the map.



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