Stalemate

The deaths of these knights had not been meaningless. At the very least, they had successfully bought some time, preventing Baron Krim from immediately falling into enemy hands.

The enemies around Krim were growing more numerous. The knight carrying him was struck in the battered greave by an arrow that had flown from who knew where, the shaft boring into the muscle of his calf.

The sudden, excruciating pain sent him crashing to the ground, and Baron Krim came down with him. His already completely broken leg was struck once again, and the agony was almost unbearable.

In the very next instant, the fallen knight, brought down by his injured leg, was attacked by the enemy. They drew a dagger and slit his throat through a gap in his armor. After struggling for a while, he stopped breathing.

Just as Baron Krim was filled with despair and prepared to lie on the ground and await death, something unexpected suddenly happened.

Beside him, a Holy War Army officer who was about to cut off his head with a Longsword and claim glory and merit was clutching his eye and letting out a shrill scream.

His body seemed to have lost control, toppling backward against his will before he fell to the ground and rolled around wildly.

A crossbow bolt as thick as a finger had struck squarely into his eye socket. After struggling for a while, the officer's body went limp. The bolt had pierced through his eye socket and into his brain, destroying his brainstem.

More than three hundred meters away from Baron Krim, Wendell put away the repeating crossbow in his hands and whistled. "Not bad. I'm the god of precision!"

He handed the repeating crossbow to a foot attendant beside him, then took a lance from the attendant