Succubus cannot be a saint

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the Western Territory: Chapter 122: Shot! (Updated)

The bugle call, representing the charge, blared out, echoing over Yuequan Town.

Of course, the conscripted peasants did not understand the meaning of the bugle call, but the private soldiers behind them would use their spears to make them understand.

Soon, under the fierce shouts of the private soldiers and the threat of spears, the conscripts slowly "crawled" and rushed towards Yuequan Town, waving simple weapons.

As the faces, filled with numbness and terror, drew closer, Sharlene's expression darkened. Not only her, but also Durenna and the crossbow-wielding guards, wore dismal expressions. The crossbowmen's knuckles turned white from the strain of gripping their bows, and some began to curse softly.

You know, among Sharlene's guards, except for Derek's private soldiers, all of them are ordinary farmers - just like the conscripts rushing towards them, they are all farmers sweating in the fields.

The Saint treated them with such generosity and kindness that for a moment they almost forgot how the nobles in other parts of the kingdom treated ordinary people.

Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but feel anger and sadness in their hearts, and what followed was an even stronger determination.

If Baron Volo were to capture Moon Spring Town, the same fate would befall the conscripts before him. These conscripts weren't fighting to protect their homes; they were merely pathetic human shields at the mercy of the nobles.

With the dust kicked up by pairs of feet, the conscripts had already rushed to the spiked stakes. Unlike the monsters, they did not rush into them, but instead went around them or pushed down the stakes to clear a path.

Seeing the conscripts rushing into the crossbow range, Durenna subconsciously turned her head to look at Sharlelei, "Lady Saint, we have to take action."

Salaret's pretty face was gloomy as she nodded slowly.

Durenna stepped forward, arms raised high. The sunlight shone on her gauntlets, studded with iron. The next moment, she swung her slender hand down decisively, shouting, "Line up, fire!"

Accompanied by a continuous whistling sound, in the flashing blue light of the catapult magic crossbow, arrows were shot out like locusts. The conscripts who were rushing in the front fell down in a large number as if they were harvesting wheat, with desperate screams.

"One row, fake winding, two row, release!"

Durenna's orders followed one after another, and the crossbowmen's movements were neat, efficient, and precise, like finely tuned machinery. The crossbowmen who had fired their arrows retreated to the back row, while the second row of crossbowmen advanced and fired another volley, sending another row of conscripts falling like wheat being harvested.

As for the fake upper rank...it is naturally used to confuse the enemy.

After two rounds of arrows, the farmers who had been tilling the fields just a few days ago were completely terrified. In front of them were arrows flying like the beckoning of death, and behind them were the spears of private soldiers and the long swords of knights.

Even though escaping temporarily would still result in death, facing the arrows of death, these conscripts shouted and scattered to the left and right like birds and beasts, escaping into the wilderness in the blink of an eye.

Even if the private soldiers stabbed the slow-moving people with their spears, it was difficult to stop them from dispersing.

However, all this did not surprise Baron Volo. To him, the fact that these peasants could consume two rounds of enemy arrows was already their greatest use.

Kill the enemy? What kind of enemy could these peasants kill? In this world, the glory of battle always belongs to the noble knights. The peasants only need to play the role of human shields and consumables.

The conscripts scattered in all directions, their movements scattered to either side of the road. The private soldiers behind them charged, spears raised. Baron Uro watched all this unfold, his sword drawn. A faint white light swirled around him, the very symbol of a transcendent warrior.

"While they're winding up, charge!"

In the middle of the battlefield, one of the private soldiers shouted, and these soldiers raised their wooden shields, held up their spears, and rushed forward.

Behind their shields, they had bloodthirsty smiles on their faces. In their eyes, those crossbowmen who were slow to restring their weapons were now fish on the chopping board.

Behind them, the cavalrymen's horses also began to canter. Once the soldiers in front broke up the enemy's formation, they could ride in and reap the harvest with their swords.

At this moment, Sharlele on the other side of the battlefield was watching all this, her pretty face as gloomy as water.

"Lady Saint, we have to wait until the cavalry is running completely and cannot slow down." Durenna said softly.

Sharlelei nodded, completely trusting her knight's judgment. This was precisely their strategy of playing the pig to eat the tiger—making the catapult magic crossbows appear to be ordinary crossbows, waiting for the enemy's entire army to charge and then destroy them in one fell swoop.

——To maximize the unexpected effect of the catapult magic crossbow, the right timing was required. On this point, she completely trusted her knight's judgment.

The distance between the two armies gradually shortened, and the private soldiers could clearly see the faces of the crossbowmen on the opposite side.

——They haven’t shot yet, they must be out of arrows!

For a moment, the private soldiers of Graystone Town all had the same thought in their minds, and they became increasingly excited. However, they overlooked one thing—the crossbowmen hadn't reloaded, nor did they show any signs of panic. It didn't look like their crossbows had been fired in vain. Instead, they were calm, as if...

As if waiting for them quietly.

But even if a few private soldiers realized this, they could no longer stop and could only rush forward - because the lord was right behind them.

"All troops, release your arrows!"

Seeing the cavalrymen already accelerating, Durenna waved her hand fiercely and shouted. Following her command, the catapult crossbows in the hands of the two rows of crossbowmen lit up with blue magical light.

The next moment, accompanied by a constant whizzing sound, rows of arrows poured out. One round, two rounds, three rounds, the crossbow bolts poured into the group of Volo family's private soldiers like a torrential rain!

One after another, the private soldiers fell down just a dozen meters away from the entrance of Yuequan Town, revealing the cavalry behind them.

The crossbow arrows pierced through the leather shields and penetrated deeply into the private soldiers' bodies, taking away their strength and leaving them helplessly watching the soles of their companions' boots enlarging in front of them.

Amidst the tearing pain and the coldness of their lives slipping away, they finally understood why the crossbowmen did not load their crossbows but just stood there quietly waiting for them to come.

——Because the crossbows in their hands do not need to be loaded at all.

Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 123: The Baron's Struggle

The wind blew past Baron Volo's ears, bringing with it the lingering smell of blood and dust. He crouched low on his galloping horse, and through the narrow holes left by his steel mask, all he could see were the soldiers charging ahead.

Soon, he heard the whizzing sound of a flying crossbow. He sneered as he calculated the time it took for the other party to restring the crossbow. He had no idea how the so-called "saint" of the cult had incited Derek's private soldiers to rebel, nor did he know how they had repaired those defective crossbows. But none of that mattered anymore.

Before his iron hoof, these poor peasants from the remote countryside were destined to become dust under his horse's hooves. And he would chop off the head of that false saint.

In this way, he could sink into sweet dreams like every night before, and once again experience the sweetness and tranquility as if being embraced by God.

Through the holes in his mask, he saw the private soldiers at the forefront fall down. But beneath the mask, Baron Volo's sneer remained.

He didn't care about the lives of those soldiers. Compared to the mission given to him by Ms. Coresa, these people's lives were simply not worth mentioning.

For some reason, Baron Volo no longer cared much about Derek's safety in Moon Spring Town. He simply sneered, mentally calculating the enemy's reloading intervals and the possible remaining crossbow bolts.

Another wave of crossbow bolts whizzed by, and another row of private soldiers fell in the narrow field of vision. Baron Volo's heart surged with bloodthirsty joy - Moon Spring Town had only two rows of crossbowmen, and two volleys of arrows meant they would need to re-string their crossbows, and he and his cavalry would not give these peasants time to re-string their crossbows.

The horses' hooves mercilessly trampled over the fallen soldiers, accompanied by the muffled sounds of broken bones and flesh turning to mud. Baron Volo's mouth curled up under his mask. He imagined the feeling of the longsword slicing through flesh and blood, and the sound of blood spurting out.

But before all this came true, what came into his ears was the whizzing sound of the third wave of crossbow arrows.

"…How could that be? Why are they winding up so quickly?"

Doubts filled his mind. Of the soldiers still standing in his field of vision, only one in ten remained. He could clearly see those crossbowmen, those damn, strange crossbowmen - the crossbows they held had no bowstrings and were inlaid with faintly glowing blue crystals.

Baron Volo was in a trance for a moment before he remembered that this seemed to be... the crystal of the magic lamp that he was very familiar with.

By the time he realized something was wrong, the cavalry charge could no longer be stopped.

But at this moment, the whistling sound of the crossbow arrow came again, and the arrow's whistling sound through the air was like the grin of the god of death. He felt his body lose balance, and the horse under his crotch fell to the ground, and the ground in front of him suddenly expanded.

—Impossible! What the hell is that! What's going on with those crossbowmen?!

Unbelievable absurdity filled his entire body and mind. Baron Volo released his stirrups and suddenly jumped up from his fallen horse. At this moment, he finally saw where the endless crossbow arrows came from.

The crossbowmen simply placed the bolts on their bows, nothing more. There was no laborious loading of the bowstring; with each flash of blue light, a bolt was fired.

The first row of crossbow arrows, the second row, the third row... Every time Baron Volo thought, "They should have used up all their crossbow arrows," and "Once we can survive this wave of arrow rain, we can start the counterattack," a new wave of crossbow arrows would mercilessly shatter his hopes.

How come they--how come they still have it!?

Like a rainstorm, like locusts, like a flock of birds, countless crossbow arrows instantly overwhelmed him. Although most of the arrows were deflected by the chain mail and the white light surging around him, there were still sharp arrowheads that pierced the gaps in the armor.

Baron Volo was completely awake at this moment. The sky full of arrows pierced his dream and pulled him back to reality. He fell to the ground and turned around in confusion. The reality, as sharp as a sword, pierced his heart.

Before he knew it, there were corpses all around him, not only those of the spearmen, but also those of the cavalrymen.

The warhorses, riddled with arrows, fell to the ground. The cavalry, previously in high spirits, tumbled in a mess of blood and mud. Even those who survived were crushed beneath the weight of their horses' carcasses.

A helmet rolled to his feet. He slowly raised his head and a pale face came into view. The cloudy eyes, which were still open in death, looked into his eyes, and a line of sticky blood flowed from the purple lips.

How could this happen? Why did this happen? Clearly… Clearly, he should have led his army and easily razed this town. Clearly, this is how it should have been! But… why did this happen?!

Anger, fear, and confusion swirled in Baron Volo's mind. He slowly turned around and looked at the two rows of crossbowmen who were still on full alert.

Since the start of the war, the enemy's casualties are...

zero.

“…Ah, ah…Ah ...

This humiliating fact pierced his heart like a needle, and Baron Volo let out a hoarse roar.

His combat boots stepped on mud mixed with blood, and the shiny and gorgeous armor kept shaking. Countless blood and mud spots stained the beautiful feather decorations. The noble knight, who was no longer respectable, was glowing with a faint light all over his body. He threw the knight's lance on the ground, drew the sword from his waist, stepped on the corpses of his subordinates, and rushed forward.

At this moment, all he could see were the expressionless faces of the crossbowmen and the slender figure of a nun-clad girl behind them. That crazy daughter, Charlene Delavie, the "seductive cult saint."

As the whizzing sound of arrows continued to echo, Baron Volo's body shone with a faint white light, continuously deflecting the incoming crossbow bolts. Even if a few crossbow bolts managed to penetrate his body, it would be difficult to stop his charge.

This is the power of the extraordinary warrior. Even if it is just an extraordinary warrior catalyzed by expensive magic potions, it is still extraordinary after all!

Looking at the beautiful face that was getting closer and closer to him, Baron Volo gasped and grinned.

Victory still belonged to him. As long as he could break through the defenses of these peasants, as long as he could get close to them, as long as he could drive his sword into that slender white neck, victory still belonged to him!

“Ha, hahaha…hahahahahahahahaha!”

It was getting closer and closer, that face was getting closer and closer! Baron Volo swung his sword, but the next moment, he looked at the two rows of crossbowmen in confusion as they made way for him.

Why...why didn't they come to stop me? Why didn't that Durenna draw her sword?

The beautiful girl in a nun's uniform stared at him expressionlessly, then took two steps to the side. Behind her, she revealed something covered in rags. Then the rags were torn off, revealing... a crossbow.

A crossbow? Baron Volo's mind, paralyzed by anger and madness, went blank for a moment. What use would such a thing be in such close combat? Just to operate it would require several people working together—

Then, his gaze froze.

Beside the crossbow, a petite, delicate nun, as adorable as a delicate jade, stood. The blonde girl with two pigtails gave him a playful smile, her delicate hands gripping the capstan.

Just when the thought "What can this frail little girl do?" popped up in Baron Volo's mind, the two white little hands, still a little chubby, suddenly twisted.

Along with a creaking sound, the heavy capstan suddenly spun rapidly like a windmill, instantly pulling the crossbow string. The pointed wooden stake on the string reflected a sharp light under the sunlight.

Then, everything in Baron Volo's eyes froze at this moment, and the last scene reflected in his eyes was the little girl's cute and adorable smile.

"……what?"

Then, he knew nothing.

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Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 124: Your Dad Flies Away

Sean Warlow couldn't believe what he saw.

Under the barrage of arrows, the cavalrymen around him fell to the ground one after another—even if the crossbows couldn't penetrate their armor, as long as they could kill their horses, it was enough. The horses' hooves behind them would be responsible for ending their lives.

As the son of Baron Volo, and also an extraordinary warrior cultivated by magic potions, Sean blocked the overwhelming arrows with his extraordinary physical fitness and body-protecting magic defense, and landed safely after his mount died suddenly.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that it would be better for him to be shot to death.

Because he saw with his own eyes, the peasants from Yuequan Town lifted the rags, revealing the crossbow underneath and the little girl holding the capstan. And before he could come to his senses, the capstan spun rapidly, and a sharp wooden stake shot out -

—pierced Baron Volo’s abdomen.

The huge kinetic energy was poured into the man without reservation, carrying his body in gorgeous armor into the air, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and then crashing to the ground with a bang under Sean Warrow's dazed gaze.

The chain mail decorated with feathers was hit hard by the wooden stake and was dented. Even the extraordinary warrior's body protection magic could not withstand the direct attack of the crossbow at such a close distance. The white light surrounding him quickly dissipated and dimmed.

Baron Volo lay on the ground with his back to the sky, the sharp wooden stake stuck in his abdomen, dark red blood gushing out. He slowly stretched out a hand to the sky, and his cloudy eyes under the mask tried to open wide, as if he couldn't believe his own ending.

But in the end, his hands fell down, his head tilted, he exhaled his last breath, and then he stopped moving.

For a moment, silence enveloped the entire battlefield.

Be it Sean Warlow who was still standing on the ground, or the cavalry who were not yet completely dead, or the conscripts who were now fleeing in all directions, none of them could make any sound, and even forgot to take a step. They just stood there, staring blankly at the battlefield.

At this moment, the army brought by Baron Volo had disappeared.

More than a dozen cavalrymen, dozens of private soldiers, and more than a hundred conscripts either fled in panic or turned into corpses on the ground.

Seeing this scene, not only Sean Warlow, but even those miserable conscripts fell into a deathly daze and confusion.

……What happened?

When we turned around to escape, how come the lord's army was... gone?

As for Sean Warlow, he was still standing there, replaying the scene of his father being shot into the air by the wooden stake in his mind.

In the grave-like silence, he suddenly heard a series of footsteps.

At the entrance of Yuequan Town, the female knight standing behind two rows of crossbowmen had drawn her sword and walked forward.

But when he saw the heroic and beautiful girl, Sean Warlow was like seeing a ghost. His face under the mask turned pale and his facial features were completely distorted by fear.