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It was the two elemental mage sisters who made the sound; they had personally crafted the magic arrows, and only they knew their effects best. These two shining silver arrows possessed the most unique magic radiance among all types of magic arrows—the only possibility was that they were guiding arrows.
But even without them saying, the other mercenaries recognized this point.
However, what did their Lord intend to do with the guiding arrows now? Although guiding arrows were magic arrows, their damage was no different from ordinary crossbow arrows; to put it bluntly, they were not as powerful as the fine steel crossbow bolts shot from the four-armed crossbow.
They were good for nothing except accuracy.
Could it be that the Lord knew some weakness of this monster? This thought flashed through everyone's mind at this moment. But contrary to their expectations, the two guiding arrows had lodged into the trunks of two tall trees, accompanied by two light twangs, buried deep into the feathers.
"Wait... was it aimed wrong?"
Everyone couldn't help but entertain this odd thought at this moment. If possible, many of them would probably be sweating profusely. From ancient times, no one had ever heard of someone aiming a guiding arrow wrong; what kind of powerful ability would it take to aim a magically guided arrow wrong?
But now didn't seem to be the time to marvel at such powerful ability—
Among the ten or so mercenaries, some sharp-eyed ones finally saw a fine thread connected to the guiding arrows. No, it wasn't a thread, but a rope.
The two guiding arrows lodged in the trunks of the tall trees had pulled the rope taut between them, at chest height, and at this moment it was less than three meters from the ghost knight speeding through the forest.
Everyone finally reacted. But there was no time to marvel at Brand's ingenious idea because there was another issue: the ghost knight was a spiritual body, and physical restrictions wouldn't have an effect unless the core was directly struck. Did the Lord not consider this?
Indeed, the ghost knight desperately hoped Brand hadn't considered this, but contrary to expectations, Brand had killed more ghost knights in his past life than had ever fallen in this world up till now, so he couldn't possibly forget such common sense rule.
There was a flash of black light on the rope, and the ghost knight with its horse rose high into the air—if it were a physical warhorse and knight, the speed would have easily snapped the thin rope. But the soul power attached to the rope caused the undead no end of suffering.
It felt as if it had struck a steel cable, then it was flung into the air, flying backward.
This was precisely the moment Brand was waiting for; the ghost knight's dexterity was too high while mounted, making it impossible to aim. But now things were different; no one had ever heard of anyone turning in mid-air before the Enlightenment Element.
As for feats like stepping on one's other foot and flipping in mid-air, that was utterly unheard of.
He raised his hand, and the ruby ring Frey had given him glowed faintly in the dark. With a thought, a red laser-like beam shot from the ruby, hitting the ghost knight's chest mid-air.
He uttered the activation word, and golden light blossomed forth. The light moved along the red beam, steadily accelerating, striking the undead in the blink of an eye before it could land.
At that moment, it seemed as if all the starlight around dimmed, absorbed into the golden light's focal point. The surrounding turned intensely dark, and a burst of flames seemed to erupt from the center of the darkness. With a roar, the air shot out in all directions like knives.
The air moved so fast that even the sound was misaligned. After a brief moment of utter silence, Brand heard a terrifying roar sweeping across his auditory senses.
At the explosion's epicenter, all trees within a ten-meter radius were vaporized, the soil crystallized. Further out, leaves turned black and curled as heat waves rolled forth, brushing across everyone's faces.
Everyone was stunned, and the younger sister of the two wild elves murmured: "Fireball technique, is the Lord also a Silver Level elemental mage…"
The older sister, the elemental mage, covered her fair forehead with her hand and replied: "A magic item, that's all." Yet despite this, the girl's voice still couldn't hide her astonishment. She could hardly believe they had won, and had almost no losses.