Dimensional Descent

Aina's agility couldn't be matched by these normal soldiers. A single sweep of her ax took five lives at a minimum, sometimes as much as ten.

With Leonel's support to her back, she entered the fray without hesitation. She was maybe a little too reckless. Leonel could only watch on with a cold sweat matting his back, throwing out as many spears as he could as quickly as he could.

Reaching over toward his barrel, Leonel realized that he had run out. He could only sprint back down and grab another, carrying it up with him.

'This isn't good. The plan is working almost too well…'

Leonel threw out another spear, reaping yet another life.

A striking problem was becoming obvious to him. The Englishmen's first line had been disrupted so thoroughly that even the most forward of them hadn't crossed the third line of defense yet.

Because of that, Aina, who had already been their target from the beginning, wasn't receiving the support of the Frenchmen who stood in a daze as though they were watching the work of gods.

Because of the spikes, charging forward now would disrupt their advantage. It was best if they waited at the end of the last line of defense to begin their own slaughter. But since Leonel's trap and Aina's prowess was too overpowering, the enemy was nowhere near reaching that goal.

This might sound like a good thing, but Leonel's calculative mind saw that it most definitely wasn't. The way things were going now, Aina would be under too much pressure. He only had one arm to throw with, it was impossible for him to cover her perfectly. Though his high coordination gained him an ambidextrous ability, he needed his left arm to use his shield.

'Dammit.'

"ARCHERS, TAKE DOWN THAT MAN!"

They could scarcely believe that a man could so

an army. As such, they were the least affected by the

Englishmen, trying to scream over the sounds of a battlefield as a normal human was impossible. Medieval armies usually relied on a combination of horn and flag sequences to give orders, but with their general gone, this was easier said than

entire front line was unrecognizable. A ghastly scene of bisected bodies, pools of blood and organs, and men with tears in their eyes painted a terrible

"Aina! Retreat!"

normal. His voice carried a weight that theirs

Leonel's shock, Aina

talking about his recklessness, but what was

only about 150 meters

tower, grabbing another barrel

fell toward his direction, but he

The spear on his back was in fact of the D-grade. But, this

his head. An instant

the shield, not leaving even the slightest dent. How could weapons of the 15th century damage a

every clink of an arrow that rebounded from his shield, he drew a

projected into his mind, drawing a perfect line from its

down toward his right, plucking a dart

still above his head, he flicked his fingers upward, causing the dart to spin for a brief moment to

was halted by the appearance of the atlatl, slotting into place as though finding

of the arrows away with his shield. In the same instant, his right arm whipped forward, using the swinging momentum of his left to its advantage to