God's Apostle: Rebirth of a Lazy Genius

Willkie and Fred looked at each other, nodded, and pulled the reins of their horses as they yelled out, "Die!"

Willkie went to the left and Fred to the right on the horseback with raging, naked swords in hand as well as wearing furious expressions on their faces thirsting for the opponent's blood.

Both of them single-handedly intercepted two assassins each. Taking the advantage of their high horse as well as the longsword's broad reach.

"Take one alive! You must take one alive!" Ethan shouted calmly as he saw the ongoing clash of swords.

This was the first time he was seeing a battle being fought for real. Previously he did see the White Family's knights sparring but that was nothing like he was seeing now.

"Shiing!"

"cling!"

"Dzh!"

Willkie and Fred galloped around on their horse never staying in one particular spot as they launched a cavalry-style assault on their foes, not letting them get closer.

The metallic sound of sword clashes rang out along with the sparks created by the friction of the assassin's comparatively small swords scraping the blades of Willkie and Fred.

Meanwhile in the distance, on the rooftop of a tall building.

The archer pulled out another arrow from the quiver hanging at their back. They were sitting on one knee keeping a constant eye on Ethan.

This time though, Ethan was not in direct hindsight as Jason stood tall in front of him like a mountain wearing bulky armor.

The archer smirked in contempt as their right eye glowed and pupil dilated—allowing them to be able to catch sight of Ethan and Jason very clearly even from such a long distance.

They mounted the special arrow that had a red tip on the bow aiming directly at Jason and Ethan who was behind him.

The sharp, tense noise of the bowstring being stretched back to its furthest limits sounded as the archer prepared to shoot the arrow once again. The posture was acute with their back straight, sight on the target, unshaking, and steady grip on the black flexible bow as well as unbreakable focus.

The archer kept the pressure on the bowstring as it was while they moved the bow horizontally in front of their face, and the arrow facing the sky above as they closed their eyes and muttered something under their breath.

Shortly after, the red tip of the arrow began glinting with a scorching scarlet hue presumably containing fierce energy as if it would explode any time.

The archer revealed a murderous, smug smile full of arrogance, pride, and confidence under the mask as they once again aimed at Ethan.

The bowstring was released as it shook violently due to the released tension. With a whistling sound, the arrow shot forward once again, traversing the distance from the building far away to where Ethan was in a blink of an eye creating a long trail of scarlet red flare in the sky as it flew.

"Hmph!" As the arrow was approaching speedily, suddenly a harrumph full of disdain and suppressed fury echoed out in the surroundings.

Even before the arrow was shot, Albert had narrowed his eyes as his easygoing temperament flipped on its head to a murderous one, exuding immense killing intent that soared through new heights by the second.

When the arrow was finally shot, Albert raised his hand looking upwards toward the direction of the approaching arrow, and said, "Earth Manipulation - Cannon Boulders!"

Abruptly, the earth in front of him and Anicia protruded weirdly swelling upwards as one by one four small-sized boulders shot out in the sky like cannonballs getting in the trajectory of the arrow.

The first three boulders completely missed their mark as they crashed into some random buildings far in the distance creating quite a mess.

Just as the arrow was about to reach dangerously close to Ethan's vicinity—it crashed into the fourth boulder and exploded with a resounding boom that shook the entire city.

The destroyed chunks of rocks and dust along with whatever was left of the boulder fell on the street just a few meters away from Anicia and Albert.

Ethan's eyes widened in amazement as he thought about the consequences if the arrow had exploded anywhere near him instead of the boulder. He looked at Albert who was leisurely wiping the dust off his coat and once again reminded himself of a noteworthy fact.

"It is indeed true, in a world where people usually die young, an old man who has survived cannot be underestimated." Ethan mused inwardly with a chuckle.

"Heh, it's quite commendable that you even managed to catch me off guard the first time. Fortunately, you lost the only opportunity. Do you think I will let that arrow anywhere near my Young Master the second time?" Albert said.

Contrary to what Ethan felt, Albert was quite ashamed of himself as he thought that Ethan was alive only because the archer missed the first shot. It was a fatal blunder on his part that he thought wouldn't be redeemable even by forfeiting life.

As Willkie and Fred were both gaining an edge over their foes pushing them backward while dealing serious wounds, the tapping of several horses came from afar as the City Watch got nearer to the sight of the incident.

"This damned operation was doomed to fail! I knew it!" The archer gritted their teeth as they pulled out another, rather unique, twisted-shaped arrow from the quiver.

After mounting the arrow on the bow, the archer pointed it at the sky and released the string. The arrow shot straight into the sky as its nose's unique, twisted shape working with the wind friction—produced a sharp, loud, and echoing whistling sound that resounded far and wide, making people in the other parts of the city wonder what the hell was going on.

Ethan's ears perked up as he instantly understood the meaning of that sound. With narrowed eyes and a chilling cold tone, he yelled out, "Don't let them get away!"