Genius Archer Streaming Season 3 Episode 309
100. The Battle for the Defence Tower (2)
On a macro level, Joseon had the advantage at this point.
Joseon’s multiples had a few labourers starting to work, and Roman growth was at a standstill.
If time continued to drag on like this, Rome would surely be defeated.
The Romans are still struggling to break through the entrance, hoping to somehow change the status quo.
The infantry were better armed, but the problem was the Joseon defence towers and their archers.
The Romans couldn’t hold them off.
Ordinarily, they would.
Gradually, however, fewer arrows were fired from the towers.
“The arrows have stopped coming from the tower!”
“Push!”
The main Roman army, which had been defending above, pushed forward with all its might.
Kugugugung……!
The barbarian soldiers of Joseon who are blocking Rome gradually fall, and the line begins to push back.
“Shit!”
“What the hell, why don’t you shoot!”
Pierre’s unit, and all of the other battalions, had climbed the defence tower.
The last thing the archers want is to lose the tower, so they shoot all their arrows at the Romans.
In the end, the battle became a fight for the Roman entrance and a fight for the ladder to the defence tower.
Pierre had changed the complexion of the battlefield.
But-
“Ah, almonds!?”
──Chew!
Almond landed on top of their shields.
He goes straight to the other side of the ladder, climbs down, and takes up position beneath them.
“Almond’s down! Almond’s down! He’s going to start reinforcing the towers again! Hang on!”
Almond starts free-dealing (*damage dealing without any marks or checks) from below.
One by one, the Romans fall off the ladder.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”
The roar of the crowd mingles with the shouts of the soldiers.
The situation on the ladder is affecting the momentum of the main body of soldiers.
The entrance to Rome is gradually being pushed back.
But then──
“──Waaaahhhhhhhh!!!”
The cheers of the Roman soldiers burst out.
Whoosh!
The Roman soldiers lowered their spears with their blades down, and they fell towards Almond.
“Huck.
“Oops.
“Almonds!
That spear was going to kill him.
Even if the spear didn’t hit him right away, the spearman would already be standing on top of him and would be able to keep piercing him.
At this rate, he’s sure to die.
The spear pierces Almond’s heart, and the Romans take the defence tower.
* * *
When Almond starts to put in a predil from below.
“Romans! Is there a fire under there! Did you eat something spicy yesterday!”
The commentators were having a field day.
-Lol
-Did you eat fried chicken?
-Romagun’s tearful arsehole.
-mahaha
The atmosphere seemed to be completely in favour of Joseon.
However──
“Uh, uh, uh, uh!”
But then a Roman soldier jumps down with his spear blade down.
“!”
Everyone’s eyes widen.
“What, like this!?”
“You’re going to throw one of these and block it!”
He’s willing to sacrifice a soldier to bring it down.
An extreme decision that neither the broadcasters nor the spectators expected.
The decision was made in a split second.
However, even with such determination, the broadcasters were left speechless again.
“!”
The Roman soldier had just run through the almond.
As if the almond were a ghost.
Poof!
He falls to his death.
“Aaaaahhhhhh! What, what! Did you get through it! Just the almonds!?”
-???
-Ahhhhhh
-“The importance of angles” ㄷㄷ
-It’s a good bug^^.
-Ahhhhhhhh
-There’s space behind the pillar~.
“Almond! That was a deadly angle!”
The replay plays in a rush.
The camera angle changes.
From the side of the defence tower, it’s clear.
Almond’s position has suddenly changed back to the other side of the ladder.
“To the other side of the ladder! He went to the inside of the ladder!”
The inner side of the ladder, relative to the defence tower.
There was an almond hanging from it.
-What the hell?
-Ahhhhhh!
-Lol
-Is this some kind of crazy shit avoidance game?
“Oh, no, I hate to say this, but you died funny, didn’t you?”
Rome looked like he’d fallen to his death alone.
It’s a sharp move, but with Almond as his opponent, it’s ridiculous.
“But! One more!?”
“Roman, I can’t let you be the only one laughing!”
Another soldier lands, this time on Almond’s side.
He, like the almond, moves to the inside and falls.
“Dodging again, dodging again!”
Almond moves to the outside again and dodges again.
But his expression is grim.
“Ugh.
Almond had noticed.
Pierre hadn’t really seen the angle to kill him in the first place.
“But! Is this taking forever!”
Even as Almond is playing poo dodge, someone is furiously climbing the ladder.
Tuck, tuck!
It’s Pierre.
He’s climbing the ladder, shield in hand.
The broadcast camera zooms in closer.
His face is completely expressionless.
With a poker face made of metal, Pierre is frantically climbing the ladder.
Another soldier falls on Almond.
Almond dodges again by turning to the other side, and Pierre moves further away.
This time, the Roman soldiers don’t fall all the way down, but grab the ladder halfway.
They climb back up, further delaying Almond’s time.
Almond has no choice but to climb against them.
Almond is now unable to defend the tower.
This is the outcome Pierre wanted.
“Uh, uh! This! This! We’re not going to make it all the way up-”
──Billion!
Pierre’s hand appears above the ground.
“!”
The archers’ eyes widen, firing arrows at his hand, but he’s slow to react.
With his whole body raised, he slams his shield into the ground.
Tudderduddle!
The arrow ricochets off the shield in a hollow spark.
Alongside his long spear, Legion wields a short sword called a gladius.
It is a useful weapon in these close quarters.
“Up, dangerous!”
Pierre is very skilled with this weapon.
His gladius slices through the archers’ lower extremities.
Chaaaaaah!
A red trail of blood is drawn across the archers’ bottoms.
[Ankle injury]
[Ankle wound]
[Ankle injury] [Ankle injury]
.
.
.
“Pierre! Achilles slash! He’s cut them all off!!!”
The archers momentarily lost their balance.
In the meantime, Pierre is fully on top of the defence tower.
That’s right.
He didn’t care if Almond had dodged the soldier’s attack in the first place.
He just wanted to erase the ‘composition’ that Almond occupied.
He wanted to sit back and erase them one by one.
Once they were gone, Pierre was free to climb the ladder and take the tower.
It didn’t matter that they had all fallen, leaving him with only one man to climb with him.
He was confident that even if he were alone, he could take the place if the archers were his opponents.
“Alas, Almond, after dodging the falling soldiers for a moment, just like that!”
Almond clears the Romans out from under him and begins to climb the ladder in a panic.
“I’m going to get them all killed!!!”
* * *
Almond looks up.
A black vanishing point, the tip of the tower’s roof overlapping it.
“It’s too far……!
There is no time to climb.
Even an almond can’t transcend time.
There is absolutely no time.
Even now, at this very moment, the Koreans are dying.
‘Should we shoot?
I should shoot here.
But I can’t find an angle to shoot the arrow.
Without an angle, even if you cleverly use a parabola, you have to shoot and hit without looking at the target.
You don’t know where it is, and you have to hit it.
“That’s……!
You can’t transcend time, but you can transcend space with an arrow.
Almond stops climbing, as if deciding something.
He can’t catch up anyway.
Girik.
He pulls back on the protest, and lands back in the air.
“Whoa.”
He doesn’t see his target.
But he can estimate it.
Pierre and one other went up.
At first, their backs are to Almond. They’ve just climbed the ladder.
Where would they be?
Their backs?
How much of a parabola should the arrow draw?
Just before it hits the roof of the defence tower, the arrow should drop to the bottom.
And the point where it lands should be the crown of one of them.
That’s right.
This way, only one of them can’t hit it.
“There’s a pangolin up there.
There was Pang’er in the defence tower.
Pang’er is also quite good.
He should be able to take out one of them.
‘Really?
No…… let’s give him the benefit of the doubt.
If Almond is lucky enough to hit Pierre, Panger will do the rest.
Gulp.
He swallowed dryly and let go of the arrow with concentration.
Release, perhaps the game-changer of the round.
One shot at the cleric, and Rome has tilted heavily.
With this shot, Rome is finished.
Almond’s hand releases the demonstration.
Pow!
The arrow flies towards an unseen target.
* * *
Fangir frowns.
Pierre’s arrival has turned the defence tower into a shambles.
‘He specialises in this.
Rome has weak defence towers and no early archers.
Conversely, all players specialise in attacking defensive towers and the archers on them.
It was obvious from the start.
Shields up first, disrupting vision, protecting your upper body, and then slipping your blade under the shield to scrape.
It was a combo he knew, and he knew it. Fang’er reacted, but the other archers did not.
They were thrown off balance.
The rest is history.
Chaaaah!
Kwaang!
Archers are knocked down by shields, slashed by Gladius.
Or bounced backwards.
In front of them, the massive Roman shield still stands in the way.
‘The shields are blocking too many angles.
It’s not a shield, it’s the momentum of a mountain.
Despite the odds being stacked against him, Pierre’s every move is full of confidence and conviction.
…….
Fangier takes an involuntary step back.
He doesn’t know what to do.
Meanwhile, another archer dies.
Boom!
If the opponent’s melee infantry is on the defence tower, the archer has to die.
That’s common sense.
But-‘
“No.
Fangir’s dazed gaze snaps back to Pierre’s head.
The head peeking over the shield, rising and falling.
‘Common sense? Don’t be ridiculous, Eugene. Common sense that Joseon is in the final?
The moment the opposing infantry penetrates the defence tower, the archer is dead.
That’s battle common sense.
However, if common sense had prevailed, Joseon wouldn’t be here.
Fang’er couldn’t stand here and see Pierre.
“Suck.
Giriric.
Fang’er sucks in her breath and pulls on her protest.
Sigh.
His bowstring moves to an extreme position.
The very top of the quiver.
[Focus]
White light gathers.
“One.
Fang’er knows he has one shot.
There are two enemies.
He doesn’t have the skill to kill them both.
“Only one. I’ll take one.
If that one is Pierre, it is a worthy sacrifice.
‘Maybe I just have to shoot him like I did then…… like I did then.’
Pang’er thinks.
“Aah! Pangressich!”
Rathe exclaims in frustration as he practices his curve shot.
“How in the world do you have the common sense to turn the arrow 180 degrees and get it to come back to me, brother? Every time!”
Fang’er waved off the protest and smiled weakly.
“That’s right.”
Shi Yi let go.
Pow!
It’s a release, his signature trick.
The arrow flies, with great momentum, towards Pierre’s shield.
It doesn’t go through the centre of the shield, but off to the side, or even the outside of the defensive tower.
Completely out of the frame of this battlefield.
Completely out of this world, out of common sense.
“……?”
Pierre didn’t pay any attention.
Things weren’t going well enough for him to care about the arrow that missed.
But he should have seen the man who shot it.
The original leader of the Joseon archers.
Pang Er.
He was not the man for such a ridiculous display of skill at this close range in the first place.
Pierre realised that too late.
A fraction of a second.
Even that was too slow on this battlefield.
“Uh─”
──Pow!
A white light blazed on the back of Pierre’s head.
Pierre’s shield slowly moves aside, revealing his face in all its glory.
Pierre’s pupils reflect Fang’er’s, and then Pierre’s.
Their expressions are strikingly the same.
‘Yes, yes!
“Is this…… working?
My attention is drawn to Pierre, who is slipping away.
“Pierre!”
The other soldier beside Pierre realised what was happening and pointed his spear towards Burinake Panger.
It was a blow of such incredible concentration that Pierre’s eyes glazed over.
There was only one Panger could handle.
After this, he was doomed to die.
‘If I’m going to go, at least I’ll have an ace.
Fang’er accepted his fate.
But it stopped before his forehead.
Chuck.
“…….”
The tip of the spear twitched.
Dilated pupils, gaping mouth.
“……what.”
A thud.
The soldier fell forward.
An arrow lodged in the back of his head.
Fang’er stared at the fallen soldier in disbelief.
There was no one there.
Then, after a moment-
“Huh? What is it?”
Almond climbed up the ladder.
Was it the streamer after all?
He looked at the two bodies, made a gesture of slitting his own throat, and muttered.
“Pierre…… cut!”
“????”
He must have thought he’d killed them.
