The nobles under the Baron and Viscount were celebrating, but the Baron and Viscount's soldiers had already assembled. The two of them stood atop the castle, watching the soldiers encircling the area in the distance through their monoculars.
"No evil creature can withstand siege crossbows. And if one can, it still won't survive a volley of siege bolts."
The Viscount's words carried an implication, as if he were saying that if they truly fought, the Baron's troops wouldn't even make it up the walls.
The Baron did not take the bait. He merely watched the soldiers advancing through the piles of corpses toward the ambushers.
Horus's thirty men were spread far apart. The elite crossbowmen had privately assigned their targets, but facing these notorious evil creatures, they were not sure whether their attacks would be effective.
Just as they had finished preparing and had encircled, in their sights, the heretics who kept searching through the corpses, those heretics suddenly moved.
Too fast!
"Target lost! Unable to aim!"
The crossbowmen's terrified shouts rang out one after another. Then came their screams as they were attacked.
These thirty-some heretics moved as swiftly as ghosts. They easily slipped out of the crossbowmen's sights and rapidly closed in before the men could even fire a single bolt.
One after another, the crossbowmen were knocked down, and the heretics drank their blood.
Some panicked crossbowmen fired their bolts, piercing both the attacker and the man who had been knocked down.
But the crossbowmen struck through lost blood even faster. Blood flowed from their wounds toward the heretics.
It was as if the heretics had suction on their bodies. No matter how small the wound, blood sprayed out and flowed toward them.
Moreover, the crossbowmen who had been drained of blood had barely been released before