I'm not a Witcher anymore.

Chapter 163 Justice Descends from Heaven

Four hundred meters away.

The sapper in charge of assembling the catapult was covered in sweat, clutching a roll of parchment blueprints in his hand and waving a wooden ruler in his other hand.

"Hurry up!" he roared at the laborers carrying timber. "It must be assembled before nightfall! His Majesty said he'll be eating in the castle tomorrow!"

He was very confident, even a little arrogant.

He knew that the poor creatures on the city wall could only watch helplessly.

Skarlitz was just a small castle, with at most a few dozen guards plus a militia that had been temporarily mobilized.

Once the first stone hits the castle, those poor wretches in the mining town will realize that hiding behind the stone walls won't save them.

"What are you looking at?" He noticed several of his men staring at the sky in terror and snapped, "Does gold fall from the sky or what?!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

puff-

!

A dull, deafening thud resounded, as if someone had hammered an iron wedge into damp wood.

The sergeant's voice abruptly stopped.

The armor-piercing heavy arrow whistled in from four hundred meters away, tearing through the studded leather armor on his chest, piercing between his ribs, and exiting from behind.

The immense impact sent him sprawling backward, the wooden ruler flying from his hand and crashing heavily beside the still-unassembled wooden beam.

His eyes widened as he looked down at the bloodstains spreading rapidly across his chest, making a hoarse, bellows-like sound in his throat.

His pierced lung was filled with blood. He tried to breathe, but only coughed up a cloud of bloody foam from his mouth and nose.

The next second, his body twitched and then became completely still.

A deathly silence.

The once bustling engineering corps position seemed to be put on pause in that instant.

The sappers around him, still in their carrying positions, stiffly turned their heads to look at the body lying beside the wooden beam, their minds blank.

That's four hundred meters!

Where did this arrow come from? Is there a god standing on the walls of Skarlitz?

After a brief silence, a heart-wrenching scream of terror erupted.

"Oh my God!!"

"An arrow! It's an arrow!!"

The engineers, who had been so brazen just moments before, scattered like ants from a disturbed nest, dropping their tools and fleeing in panic, desperately seeking cover.

The once orderly assembly site instantly turned into complete chaos.

On the city walls, the shock was no less than that felt by the enemy.

Radji Kobila stared wide-eyed at the distant battlefield where men and horses had fallen.

His worldview has been shattered for the second time today.

He turned his head and looked at Zig beside him.

The young duke remained calm. He gently moved his wrist, his face devoid of any pride or boastfulness, as if the arrow he had just shot was merely a casual swat at a mosquito.

The first arrow could perhaps be interpreted as a devil's joke.

But Sieg did not give the enemy time to console themselves.

The second after the engineer fell, Sieg's hand reached for the quiver again.

His movements were not hurried at all; the smooth, rhythmic flow was as if he were playing a finely tuned harp.

Drawing the arrow, nocking the string, and drawing the bow—every step was precise to the millimeter, without the slightest unnecessary tremor.

collapse!

The second explosion rang out.

Four hundred meters away, a Lord Alliance officer wearing plate armor and a coat of arms had just drawn his sword and was trying to quell the fleeing engineers with a roar.

"Get back to where you were!"

The last word was forever stuck in his throat.

The heavy arrow didn't strike the iron plate on his chest; instead, it precisely pierced the gap between the bottom edge of his helmet and his throat guard, entering through his neck and exiting from the other side with a spray of blood.

The officer stood frozen in place, his sword still raised high, his face bearing a mixture of anger and astonishment.

The next moment, blood spurted from his throat stained his robe, and he lost his balance, falling straight into the mud.

"The third one."

Sieg's expression remained calm as he drew the Shahbaz Bow to its full draw once more.

This time, the target was a standard-bearer at the very front of the enemy lines, who was holding aloft the Hradec family crest banner with a blue background and gold roses.

Honkai Impact 1!

The whistling sound of arrows tearing through the air became the pronouncement of death.

The flag bearer felt a numbness in his arm, followed by a tremendous force that slammed into the flagpole, splitting the wooden pole in two.

The arrowhead, still sharp and powerful, grazed the broken wood and pierced his shoulder.

A crisp snapping sound.

The great banner that symbolized the glory of the Hradec family collapsed to the ground in full view of everyone, covered in mud.

the fourth.

the fifth.

For the next ten breaths, only that unsettling string sound remained on the walls of Skaritz.

With each twang of the bowstring, a significant target in the distance inevitably falls.

They might be knights in fine armor, officers maintaining order, or even warriors trying to raise the banner again.

At this distance of four hundred meters, Zieg drew an absolute radius of death with an almost cruel precision.

Anyone who dares to stand out in this circle will be the next sacrifice.

"The devil—that's the devil!!"

"Run! That's witchcraft!"

What was initially just a localized disturbance at the engineering positions has now completely collapsed.

Faced with this kind of invisible and intangible attack that could hit its target every time from 400 meters away, the most primal human fear completely overwhelmed military discipline.

No one cared about the expensive siege equipment anymore, and no one listened to the officers' roars.

Those once arrogant engineers and infantrymen, as if they had seen a ghost, dropped their tools and ran back frantically.

They pushed and trampled each other, afraid that if they were a step too slow, they would be called out by the Grim Reaper standing on the city wall.

This panic even spread to the troops behind.

Seeing their comrades retreating in disarray, the once orderly infantry formation began to falter.

To avoid the non-existent rain of arrows, the entire forward formation had to retreat several hundred meters in a sorry state, only daring to stop when they had retreated to what they thought was an absolutely safe distance.

The dark clouds that were originally approaching the city were forced back by these few arrows.

All that remained were the unassembled catapult components, timber beams, and counterweight boxes scattered outside the town.

"call----"

Sieg slowly lowered the bow of Shahbaz in his hand and did not continue to fire.

He looked at the enemy troops in the distance, who were still in shock and in complete disarray, and gently shook his head.

"It seems the guests have finally learned how to keep their distance."

He turned around, slung the Bow of Shahbaz back over his shoulder, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his fingers, and said to Radji in a gentle tone, "Lord Radji, it seems we can breathe a little easier now."

The city wall was deathly silent.

Then, a thunderous cheer erupted.