"KYAAAAAAA!"
"ANGHHHHHHHHH!"
Screams of agony erupted across the battlefield as Holy Church soldiers fell one after another into the deadly traps hidden behind the massive barricades—cleverly prepared by the Lionheart Empire.
Most of them died instantly, their bodies impaled by sharpened bamboo spears at the bottom of deep pits. Those who somehow survived writhed in pain, their blood pooling beneath them, organs pierced, their lives hanging by a thread.
"COWARDS! HOW DARE YOU SET TRAPS LIKE THIS! YOU HAVE NO HONOR!" the Holy Knight Commander, Sir Alaric, roared with fury, his eyes wide with rage as he clenched his fists.
But the only answer he received was silence... followed by a terrifying sound—
Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh...
Tens of thousands of arrows suddenly darkened the sky, flying toward them in a thick cloud of death.
