The sound of the bowstring trembling came and went, each tense and relaxed, representing a fish-man falling to the ground.

This fall does not mean death, but even if the first arrow is not killed, the archers who shoot in a downward and upper middle line will replenish the second arrow very well.

So at the end of the street, where the church square was located, the bodies piled up quickly.

Bow mounting, aiming, shooting, drawing the iron arrow from the quiver and building the bow again......

The process repeats itself without incident, except for the fact that behind the archers is a white marble wall more than three meters high.

As long as the fishmen who broke into this core area from the outskirts of Hull Town rushed in their direction, it would be difficult to avoid being hit again.

And for the archers guarding this place, it seems like a mechanical job.

No of your own people were killed or injured, no supernatural abilities were displayed, no surprise attacks or the same ranged attacks.

Some of them are just fish, one by one, they rush from the end of the field of vision in a rage for some reason, and then they are shot through their bodies.

Although some of them are obviously not ordinary fish-men, they can't bring out their unusualness, at most, they are a little more tenacious and hit a few more arrows.

The archers who were "transferred" from the patrol knights of Hull Town just drew their bows and shot in the process, and then they drew their bows and shot again, which was easy and even a little weird.

"It's the first time I've thought fish-people are so easy to kill."

Raising his hand and arrow, a tall cyan fish-man pierced the back of his head, and a young man in knight's armor chatted with his companion next to him.

"It's even easier than killing a chicken. You know, when you kill the chickens, they have to dig a few holes in my hands. ”

"Don't be careless, if you really want to be approached, it's not a matter of getting caught a few holes."

The companion replied cautiously, but his voice was a little "not confident".

"Unless there aren't enough arrows, they won't get close." Someone chimed in.

"It's impossible not to run out of arrows."

Another archer said, "Father Bernie can replenish his bow and arrows at any time in the square, as long as he has enough money. ”

These words made the expressions of everyone present very strange.

When the church first rang the bell to rally the people, they were actually panicking.

Because about the fish-man invasion, whether it is recorded in the book or by word of mouth, it is very cruel.

For example, they are numerous, cruel and bloodthirsty, and have a lot of weird sorcery......

The children of Pharos are even frightened by the fact that their parents will provoke the fish-people to come and eat you if they make a fuss.

So in the beginning, many of them were ready to die heroically, just like the heroes recorded in the historical books.

It's just that when they actually saw the fish-men, when they defended according to the battle arranged by the church, those thoughts that should have been resolute and a little cringe gradually dissipated and finally disappeared completely.

Raise your hand, take your bow, aim and shoot arrows...... In this process, there is not even much loss except for the growing soreness of the arm.

However, the sore arms did not affect their normal defense, not to mention the replacement of their companions, just go back to the church and be lightly touched by the priest, and the soreness would quickly disappear and turn into vitality.

Such a situation even gave them the feeling that they could kill as many fish people as they came.

In fact, they had spent most of the night since the invasion began.

"What the hell are these walls?"

After a moment of silence, a young knight couldn't help but ask.

This question made the people around him at a loss, and there was no way to answer it.

……

"What the hell are those walls?"

In the church behind the street where the archers were, this question was also being asked.

It was Duke Grant, dressed in a white robe with wide sleeves.

He was successfully sent to the ground by a feather-like supernatural ability during his previous high-altitude fall without being crushed, so there was nothing wrong with him except that his legs were a little weak.

The Witcher from Neam was also unharmed in the process, and after being protected in the church by the Forbidden Demon Shield, the curse power on their bodies that had not yet fully formed quietly dissipated.

Now the witcher was standing under the relief at the door of the church, hearing the question from the duke behind him, and still listening silently with his ears pricked up.

"It's a ritual called Asa's Guardian, which is forged from a large number of otherworldly materials with the attribute of light."

At this time, Bernie was instructing a certain monk to take advantage of the current situation to count the specific number of townspeople in the square in front of the church, and after hearing this, he said casually: "Those walls seem to be scattered, but in fact they are one, and the damage they take is also the same, so it is difficult to destroy. ”

"Just the wall?"

"Of course not, their main effect is blinding and psychedelic, as soon as a creature with evil intentions sees those walls, it will instantly see a large patch of light, and then lose its sense of direction."

Duke Grant didn't seem to understand when he heard this.

Although he is also a transcendent, he is not from the Church, so he does not know much about some of the deeper transcendental knowledge.

So as soon as he heard these words, he could understand it, especially with the effect of the forbidden demons that were currently all over Hull Town.

But it can't be that simple -

If the church has this kind of power, why hasn't it seen it from anywhere else?

This should be a secret, Duke Grant is not good to ask, but at the moment his curiosity is really strong, so he can't help but ask another question.

"But where did you get those extraordinary materials to put up so many walls? And I remember very well yesterday when I came to Hull, the walls didn't exist. ”

"There are a lot of weird abilities in the world, and it's not something unique to create them in one day."

"I don't think it's a common phenomenon, at least I've never ...... it."

……

While they were talking, the Neuham witcher at the church door was eavesdropping, his expression stiff.

Unlike Duke Grant, he had knowledge of the alchemy ceremony, which was actually a combination of holy forging and normal rituals.

This kind of knowledge is not limited to the Land of Glory, but also all over the world.

Therefore, compared to the two points of transcendent materials or construction speed, he paid more attention to the difficulty of the arrangement of the refining ceremony itself.

This skill involves knowledge of astronomy, precision forging, philology, and even many aspects of the environment.

The learning of these prerequisites alone is already a difficult step, let alone using the framework of the refining ritual to use it flexibly.

This kind of use may not be much in the eyes of those who don't know how to do it, but anyone who understands the refining ritual can't help but be stunned by what is currently being born in Hull Town.

Because this refining ceremony in Hull Town is not set up in an open space, but according to the architectural layout of Hull Town itself!

The difference is not the difference between beginner and mastery, but the difference between not being a master and not a master.

Incomprehensible, not even imaginable!

It's like sketching a complete and beautiful painting inside a mess of irregular graffiti, how complex is it to draw it?

Therefore, although he knew this knowledge, he never dared to interject.

Because he was afraid that he would be embarrassed as soon as he opened his mouth.

In other words, in front of people at this level, I am afraid that everything is full of mistakes and omissions. Although the other party behaved very ordinarily, there was neither showing off nor being proud, and it seemed that he didn't take it seriously at all.

"Vice-Bishop Victor has been hostile to this priest, but that's a foolish idea."

"But...... How did he learn this knowledge? ”

"So young......"

Thinking silently, he suddenly felt something, and after looking up at the sky outside the church that was shrouded in translucent golden light, he finally turned his head and said a word.

"Our reinforcements are coming."