In the sky, the Pegasus Knights drew their bows.
They were excellent archers with a superb, commanding view from above.
Under the dazzling light of the Lighting Technique, every small movement on the ground was clearly visible.
WHOOSH!
The first arrow sliced through the air, precisely embedding itself in the throat of a villager who was waving his arms and shouting.
His voice was cut short, and his body fell stiffly, like a log.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Arrows rained down, but each one had a specific target.
One after another, the "ringleaders" who were trying to incite the crowd and organize a charge fell to the ground.
They might have been disguised Monks, fanatical believers, or just local thugs promised rewards by the Monks. But at this moment, their identities no longer mattered.
The smell of blood began to spread on the fierce winds.
The villagers, who had been furious just moments before, completely broke down.
