With the fierce power added from these big war machines, it'd be quite hard to stand against their attacks.
The deadly force sent by the ballista was important, but far more important was the grade of the arrows used. If they were made by high-end artisans, then they'd be very lethal.
The moment William spotted these ballistae, he knew this was going to be harder than he initially thought. Evading these arrows wasn't a problem for him as long as he was on the ground. He kept dashing right and left, stacking attacks on his tails, while taking note of the incoming arrows.
The arrows flew fast like they were lightning bolts. As he moved fast, in an unpredictable course, the arrows all missed him. The moment they landed on the ground, they left deep holes there, with loud bangs with every hit.
The scene was quite terrifying to behold for his guild masters. They wanted to help, but even the strongest defensive masters knew it was quite impossible to stand against such an unstoppable attack.
The only possible way to handle this was to run and evade, keep doing this until the ammunition would dry out. But no one here thought the force inside had low storage of these arrows.
The number of ballista used was in the hundreds! And they released arrows with each passing second. William was sure the enemy behind the walls had tons of arrows to be used by these ballistae, and that meant he had to find another way than to try and deplete their reserve of arrows.
"It seems I have to hit two birds with one stone, risk it all this time," he looked at the incoming rain of arrows and knew it was going to be a hard jump. But he didn't care.
He kept dashing until he stacked five hundred attacks on his tails. This was by far the strongest pull of his technique he had ever done. He felt pressure like never before, and he had to stop when he felt like his body wouldn't handle adding any more, would even crash down if he continued to add more, or delayed in releasing out the attacks he stacked.
The moment he couldn't handle it anymore, he gulped two elixirs at one go, one spirit power regeneration and one healing elixir.
He took a deep breath, and prayed that he'd time everything right before he changed his trajectory and headed directly towards the trench.
He was around six hundred metres away from the trench when he moved. He didn't know how long his new dash technique could take him, but he decided to interrupt it in the middle and stop just four hundred metres away from the walls.
This was enough distance to negate most of the far-ranged techniques of masters, enough to let him change his path and head towards the top of the walls.
And yet there was still the problem of the arrows. The moment he changed his path, the ones over the walls controlling these ballistae started to notice his trajectory and aimed towards the path he'd take.
Instead of just raining down a grand area, all the arrows came and landed over a thin and limited zone. This made it quite hard for him to move forward without getting hit. Yet he started to change his trajectory, zigzagging left and right while moving forward at a fast speed.
This placed more pressure on him, but he endured. He had to do anything to just arrive at the point he selected before moving out. The enemies tried their best, but as his trajectory returned to be hard to read, they started to shift the gears and returned to aim towards a huge area instead.
"It's showtime!" The moment he drew closer to the point he wanted, he waved his sword right and left, hitting fiercely any incoming arrow, blocking them from hitting him. This resulted in a strong repercussion, one that shook his body many times, and even delayed his advance forward.
But that didn't matter as he already was at the place he wanted.
"Let there be death," the moment he arrived there, he didn't hesitate to release everything he got. Unleashing the attack relieved him from the pressure, and yet the impact that it caused was quite shocking!
He used to launch such attacks directly on the ground, and it always left a deep hole with a thunderous boom. Yet this time, the attack was so violent that it formed a cone-shaped wave, one that travelled fast, hit the walls, enveloping anyone standing on them, and crushing all the arrows that kept annoying him.
Even the ballista didn't escape from such destruction. The attack came with a muffled roar before an ear-deafening rumble occurred. In the middle of all this, he dashed again, heading up, towards a safe spot that his attack didn't hit.
Even if the attack landed over an area that wasn't more than a few hundred metres in width, the adjacent places ushered under a heavy silence. No one ever imagined such a single master to release such an attack, one that would be only released by one of those standing on top of the power ladder in the world.
Even if they saw him coming towards them, the masters in the area he selected didn't dare to move a muscle. They were petrified, by the terrifying attack, by the scary shadow enveloping William, and by William himself.
A giant fox was heading towards them, enveloped in a bright golden shadow that looked like a star. No one knew who shouted it first, but soon such a shout infected many masters, and all started to act based on it.
"The fox master is coming! Run for your lives!"
One just shouted in the middle of his fear, and others who felt the same fear responded. William landed while many masters in the area started to turn around and run. Even many were more scared and jumped directly off the walls towards the ground.
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