The boulder stopped dead as if it had hit a wall. There were surprised cries from the enemy.
“Take this!” Satoru gritted his teeth and made a movement like he was hitting something on the ground.
The rock rocketed toward the ground like a meteor.
Since we couldn’t see the troops from here, it was a shot in the dark. Everything was riding on Satoru’s luck. I clasped my hands and prayed that it would hit.
There was a dreadful wail that filled me with foreboding, followed by excited shouts. Then there was the sound of clanging armor as the soldiers rushed about.
I crept forward. From between the dense growth, I saw three thousand heavily armed queerats running around in a frenzy. Not a hint of their perfect formation remained. In preparation for a cantus attack, they scattered themselves as much as possible.
I quickly found the place where the boulder landed. There was a giant crater in the ground, around which lay the corpses of numerous queerats. It seemed like one of the catapult troops had taken a direct hit. Judging from the angle, it was probably the troop that had launched the rock in the first place. I couldn’t think of a more fitting revenge. For the enemies, they probably really felt that they were battling with gods.
An even more ideal scenario would be if they lost the will to fight completely. But of course, that was just a dream. Once the confusion had settled, the Ground Spiders moved to counterattack.
They launched just as many boulders as before, and even more arrows tore through the air. The difference was that this time everything was concentrated on one small area.
“There’s no one there where you’re attacking,” I said, relieved that they had fallen for the trap. “We should escape while we can.”
“Wait. Let me do it one more time, just to make sure.”
Satoru took a deep breath and clenched his fists.
“Don’t push yourself.”
He was obviously having trouble staying on his feet. Sweat beaded his forehead.