Although ordinary people could, through sheer numbers, theoretically kill a Divine Chosen, it would never happen in open-field combat—and certainly not with expendable fodder troops.
"Fuck. This is even more brutal than I imagined."
Phield spotted rebel archers being brought forward and immediately shouted, "Raise shields!"
The First Army of Nightfall Domain, already highly focused, lifted their shields at once and continued advancing slowly. The dull, rapid thuds of arrows striking shields echoed in succession. A few arrows slipped through the gaps, felling several soldiers.
Fortunately, most of the rebels' bows were simple hunting bows—good enough for shooting rabbits, but with very limited lethality against leather-armored troops. Only three or four men were hit, and all were lightly wounded.
"Return fire!"
