The World of Masks

A mild turbulence has occurred within the Alliance. Soldiers panic over the undead, literally covering the plains. Even though I had done enough, the fear of the Demon Prince army that had been injected into my grandparents' ears was not going to go away that easily.

The first thing to come to his senses was Duke Kris, the general commander. As an old war veteran who had been subjugating nomads and monsters for half his life in the battlefield, he barely managed to recover his mind and looked around. The command is also in a mild panic. Dangerous. The duc quickly recovered from the panic surrounding command and stopped the riots from spreading throughout the army.

With the duc's swift judgment and outstanding command, the soldiers quickly find peace. The user squeezes its mouth tightly and squeezes its eyes tightly. Following the commander's orders, the battalion begins to organize at a rapid rate.

Two or two.

The ground shakes like an earthquake. The soldiers gaze at you, swallowing their saliva. An army of undead charging across the plains begins to rush in at once. The fear of silence. The silent running ahead of the weapon without shouting, without shouting, was even more terrifying than running forward with all kinds of shouting, shouting and swearing.

"Hurry up and move! Slowpokes die by my hand!"

The Alliance moves even faster in line with the undead. Compared to the undead running silently with no sound, this side is filled with all kinds of stubbornness, shouting and swearing. Depending on the nature of the commanders who rush out with their acronyms, the soldiers move indiscriminately. It looked like an elite soldier who pretended to follow orders without deviating by a single inch.

As the soldiers made their way to Buryburia camp, a group of soldiers marched forward.

What they had was a huge ballista. They moved in groups of three, using their life-spirited super-strength to treat a ballista classified as a siege weapon like an aquarium.

After fixing the ballista to the ground, load a large arrow and pull the demonstration. We had to use mechanical means to pull the strings, but their strength allowed us to pull the strings of ballistas ourselves.

After targeting the ballistas, the soldiers stared at the undead from afar. A ballista whose range is overwhelmingly longer than a normal bow was enough to strike enemies at this distance. Of course, destructive force is also fired.

"Fire!"

Soldiers launched ballistas in unison, following the commander's orders.

Fight, fight, fight!

Several hundred large arrows embroider the air as they make an unbelievable sound. The arrows that flew through the space as if they were raining hit the leading undead in an instant.

Quadruck! Quadruck!

Creepy noises resound everywhere. A long line rises between the armies of the undead. The arrows that left the demonstration unleashed their devastating power upon the incoming undead without mercy. The trapped undead are torn apart like paper. The first undead sucks the skull away. The arrow that did not die from it shattered the second undead vertebrae and severed both cavities. The third undead was lucky enough to fly an arm. An arrow has struck nearly a dozen undead. But since there are so many undead, the hole in the formation fills up quickly.

Soldiers reload immediately. Put the giant arrow back on the bar and pull the demonstration with all your might. The momentum of the bow bends sharply and the arrow pulls back. Considering that ballistas were originally siege weapons, they were surprisingly fast to load. It was as fast as possible because it was a soldier who could use life force.

"Fire!"

Once again, the Commander's orders have been issued. Hundreds of giant arrows fly again. Suddenly, the arrows hit the undead hard.

Quadruple!

Another breach in the undead's advance. This time, several large skeletons made of monsters' corpses collapsed. It was cool as if the building that pulled out the columns collapsed. But in a few seconds, those holes fill up again. The soldiers stared at him with bored eyes. There were too many enemies.

"Prepare to fire the crossbow!"

The crossbow, which was waiting behind the ballista, began to move recklessly according to the commander's orders. You line up, shoulder to shoulder with the companion next to you, and aim for enemies that come running from afar. You aim your crossbow at the undead, charging into the ambush with no further command. Some have raised the altitude of the crossbow to avoid soldiers shooting elongated ballistas earlier.

I was sweating into my helmet. Commander's launch order hasn't been issued yet, even with the range. An army of undead appears to have been devastated by ballistas' arrows. It was a pleasant sight, but a group of undead who recovered in an instant felt more terrified than alive. My sweat drips down on the floor.

"Fire!"

An order is given. The crossbowmen pull the trigger together. Thousands of arrows split the air. It literally rained.

Puff! Puff! Puebuck!

An arrow has begun to pierce the undead. Unfortunately, there are few undead who fall. The arrows that hit the dead undead only to break their heads without feeling pain were too bad to match. Ballista's arrows literally crushed the undead, but it was hard to hope for such destructive power with a common arrow. Even a crossbow is more powerful than a normal bow. Except for the wretched undead that punctured the skull, the undead do not stop advancing, hanging the arrows in their bodies.

Crossbowmen reloaded without even checking their criminal record. Unlike normal bows, crossbows were very destructive, had a long range and little need for training, but they were very difficult and took a long time to load. Unfortunately, the Crossbowmen were not able to use life force like the Ballista. I had to pull the demonstration with a silent device.

Although it was not a direct encounter with the enemy, it was very stressful to continue loading unprotected. The soldiers squeeze their tits to finish loading as soon as they can.

Rarely loaded, the Crossbowman fires another arrow. Again, I was not satisfied with my previous life, but it was better than not shooting.

"Ready the archers!"

As the undead get closer and closer to the range of the common bow, the archers who were standing by at the commander's command pull the bow.

"Fire!"

The arrows fly together. The arrows flying across the front of the undead plunge into the undead like prey. However, the results were not entirely clear. The arrow is too weak to resist the undead.

However, the archers quietly put the next arrow in the protest. Then you shoot. The sky is once again covered with arrows, with a bow that is more eloquent in speech than a crossbow. The quantity is high, so even though the result is a weak arrow, the undead have accumulated little by little. But I'm not being attacked by the undead.

Slug! Slug!

There was a breach in the sky. An ominous sound blasts down straight at the Allied forces.

Phew!

"Huff!"

A soldier with a crossbow falls with a single scream. The soldiers around you look at them in surprise. The blood spilled from the soldier spreads out in a small pool. The soldiers find something white embedded through the soldier's helmet.

It's a bone. The bone that pierced through the hard helmet, it took a soldier's life very easily.

Idiot!

I heard it again. The soldiers stare into the air with a startled sound. White and long bones were flying at a rapid rate.

Phew! Phew!

A eerie sound echoes through the Union advance. Along with him, the soldiers' desperate screams echo. You're wearing solid armor, but the flying skeletal arrow pierces the armor very easily and digs through the soldiers' flesh.

The duc turns his head and sweeps through the undead, his eyes wide as he looks at the Allied forces in the midst of the damage. Unlike the rest of the undead who are running hard, there are some who are relaxed and draw the bow. I saw Skeleton, an archer who glows blue naturalization in his pupil with an arrow made of tendons to hang on to two elongated bones, take his hands to his chest whether or not the next target was set.

Knuckles!

I pull out a rib and hang it on a bow and pull it casually. The skeleton's ribs have partly disappeared, as if they had already been cut off. Humans have suffered a staggering injury, but it had no effect on Skeleton.

Phew!

White bones fly into the air again. Bone arrows pour down on the archers who are pulling the strings. Another scream erupted. The arrows on this side cause only the giant arrows of the ballista to strike properly, while the arrows on that side force fatal damage on the other side of the shooting tribe. The numbers were not even great. We don't line them up like this, so we don't really know the number of skeletons shooting bows, but there seems to be at least a thousand of them. Resin does not fit. The duc's face is deeply wrinkled.